Page 54 of A Chance for Us
Jack laughs. “The one about protection and what happens on your wedding night.”
Fuck these two. “You are one to talk about protection. Either of you.” Gray and Jack knocked up their wives before marriage. At least I’m possibly legally married. Besides, I don’t need to worry about that shit anyway because I have zero plans to sleep with her.
“This is true, but we’re not virgins.”
“I’m not either.”
Grayson grips my shoulder. “It’s okay, Ollie. Some men like to wait—at least, that’s what we hear.”
“You’re both fucking stupid.” I drop my voice to a whisper. “And I’m not married, so . . .”
“Maybe she’ll blow you as a thank you,” Jack suggests.
I’m going to blow my gasket if these two don’t shut up. But then the image of Maren on her knees, my cock in her mouth with her blonde hair falling down her back, hits me, and I might blow something else.
Damn them.
I turn my head, knowing that this conversation isn’t going to get any better, and see her. She’s dancing with her uncle, smiling as though the world is perfect, and even though none of this is real, her smile is. The weight of the world that has rested on her shoulders seems to have lifted, and I can at least be happy for that.
“Look at her,” I say to them. “Regardless of what you both think, I helped her give her father something that matters.”
Jack clears his throat. “You did the right thing. No matter what the two of us are joking about.”
“It sucks, though,” Grayson adds.
“What does?”
“That it’s not real. I pretty much gave up on love and marriage after Jess and Yvette. I was fine with it too. Honestly, women are a lot of work.”
Jack nods. “Try being married to Stella.” Gray and I give him an icy glare. “Oh, please. Let’s remember that all you Parkerson brothers were praying for me when I asked for permission. Let’s not pretend like everyone in this room doesn’t know the woman I love is a lot of work.”
“True, but we can say that because we’re her brothers,” I inform him.
“Exactly,” Grayson says in support. “You’re not allowed to.”
“I’m married to her!”
“Your choice,” I say without apologies.
Grayson nods. “Yup.”
“You two are ridiculous.”
“No one is denying that, but back to Oliver being pathetic.”
I hate my brother. “I’m not pathetic.”
“You kind of are,” Jack agrees.
“Only because you’re pretending as if this doesn’t bother you,” Grayson finishes his original statement about it sucking.
I am so done with this conversation. “You’re the only thing bothering me.”
Jack turns to Grayson. “You’re not bothering me.”
“You’re not bothering me either.” Gray smiles.
“The only person bothered by this is the one who is denying his true heart’s dream.”
