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While they argue about who has the most authority, I grab Adam’s face and search his eyes. I relax when he mouths that everything is good. Unable to help myself, I give him a light peck on the lips.

“I like them,” I whisper in his ear. “No assholery anywhere in this house, stud.”

“I trust you,” he says simply. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

“Where else would your wife be?” He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me to him.

“So,” Tara says, interrupting our moment. She looks around the room and clears her throat. “So, the wedding. You’ll come?”

Adam turns to me, and I nod.

“Mel says yes, so we’ll be there.” They all cheer and even Adam cracks a smile.

“And what we talked about upstairs, Mellie.” Tara lowers her voice and nervously looks at Adam. “I’ll send you the dress and shoes for you to try. Let me know what you want to do after that.” Tara grabs her phone and starts to text.

When she’s done texting, Adam asks, “What other stuff did you guys talk about? Do you mean your shower and bachelorette party?”

“Yes, but since my siblings and Elizabeth will be in the wedding, I thought I’d ask Mellie too.”

“I thought you wanted us there as guests.” Adam turns to Tara, likely for clarification but I put a piece of cookie to his mouth. I’m relieved when he opens wide, and I shove it in.

“Totally, but Mellie fell in love with the dress when I showed her a picture. She’d be doing me a favor because I need someone to escort my brother down the aisle.” His eyebrows shoot up to his forehead. I knew Tara was up to something when she insisted on showing me the bridesmaid dress. I offer him a big spoonful of ice cream, but he pushes my spoon away.

“Let me get this straight. You want my wife to walk down the aisle on the arm of another man?” Adam asks.

“Not if you’re in the wedding too. I mean, I’ll just have to find someone else for Alan,” Tara says with a secret smile. Adam narrows his eyes at her, but he finally smiles back.

“I see what you’re doing.” When Tara feigns innocence by batting her eyelashes, he says, “I need to watch out for you.”

Tara smiles like she just won a contest.

“We’ll get back to you on the other stuff. We have to look at our schedules, and I don’t know if Mel wants to do all of that, or if she can get the time off.” He turns to me, and says, “It’s up to you, love. I told you I’d trust you with this.”

“I want to do it,” I tell him. “It will be fun, and I really like everybody here.” Our gazes lock, and I hold my breath, wishing and praying I haven’t push him too far.

“I guess we’ll be going to New York a lot in the next two months.” Elizabeth hugs him and kisses his cheek. I get off his lap to give her room. Adam stands too, and this time, he hugs her back. “And yes, we’ll come for your birthday,” Adam says to her. I’m not sure if that’s what causes it, but she starts to cry.

“What? Why Elizabeth’s birthday? Mine is New Year’s Eve. That’s way more fun,” Ethan whines.

“Jesus. Yours too, Ethan,” Adam says, pretending to be annoyed. He waves Ethan over, and the three share a group hug.

Tara looks on with tears in her eyes. She walks around the table and joins the hug, gesturing for me to join them.

“Group hug,” Elizabeth says through her tears.

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“Love, the minute we step inside, I’m going to spread you open and slide between those thighs. Right inside that hot, wetness.” I put a hand between her legs and squeeze her pussy. She lets out a shameless moan, and I curse the fact that I’m still driving us home from dinner with my brother and sister.

Just thinking that feels surreal. I have cousins, all of them in Ireland, but I’ve never had that sibling bond. Not like the one Mel has with Jason, or Dennis has with Marlo. I’ll probably never have that kind of closeness with Ethan and Elizabeth, but tonight was a good start. Better than I ever would have thought.

“Drive faster,” Mel murmurs. She runs a hand through my hair and I shiver, right before I curse at stopping for a red light. This is only delaying me getting inside my wife.

Her hand in my hair is driving me insane. I take it and put it right on my very hard cock. It’s begging to be taken out and played with. Mel bites her lower lip while she strokes me over my pants.

“Bad idea,” I say as I remove her hand. “I’ll either jizz in my pants like a thirteen-year-old or crash this car. Neither of those is a good thing.” I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles.

The light turns green, and I pull through the intersection. It’s late. We stayed longer than I intended. We stayed a few hours after the boys had gone to bed. We talked about nothing at all, but the conversation flowed, and we laughed. Once I agreed to come to the wedding and all the events leading to it, it was like a fog lifted and with it, all the awkwardness slipped away.

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