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“If you bust yourself up again, I’ll kill you myself,” I heard Mason say.
Tyson nibbled my lip and let me go, his eyes twinkling with humor. “If it’s anybody that’s going to take me out, it’s this one, Mace.”
“Damn right it is,” I said. I brushed my fingers over the growth that lined his face.
“You like that, baby?”
“It’s sexy.”
“All right, you two. Don’t make me call a nurse in here and have Angie removed from the hospital.”
Tyson smacked my ass, and I took the hint, climbing from him.
“Damn, you got me hard, Anj. I don’t see why you can’t take care of that after Mason leaves.”
Mason put his hand on his hips, shaking his head. “Heal, and then she can blow you all you want. Until then, off limits.”
I pouted my lip, causing Tyson to comment on how that wasn’t helping.
“Can you give us a few, Angie?” Mason asked, taking a seat across from the bed.
“Of course.”
Tyson gestured me over with his finger and I kissed him again, his fingers gripping my hair so hard it soaked me. Getting him to take it slow and heal was going to be a challenge. When he let me go, I was breathless, and he was beaming. His smile lit every part of me that his kiss hadn’t reached, and as I left the room, I kneweverything was going to work out. Tyson was mine, and I was his. All the animosity between us had shadowed the desire, hiding what we truly were, two people who needed each other, and who loved each other desperately. And Tyson loved me—freckles, birthmark, glasses, spoiled attitude, and snarky remarks. He loved everything about me and that made me complete for the first time in far too long, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life letting him see those parts of me I’d hidden and letting him love them.
Chapter Seventeen
TYSON
Angie was spread out on a beach towel, her tan skin a glorious honey tone, her knee propped up so that my eyes followed the curve to where the string of her pink bikini rested on her luscious hip. Just looking at her had me hard. I licked my lips, eager to slip my tongue up her skin and taste the sweat that had beaded on her toned stomach.
“You ever drag me out to a place like this again and I’ll make sure that bullet hits the target next time, Raines,” Greyson Tides groused as he moved beside me.
“I don’t think I’m the one who dragged you here. That would be your fiancé, Tides.”
“A beach? Couldn’t you have it someplace normal?”
I glanced over at him, unhappy that I had to draw my eyes from Angie’s body. “Normal?” He looked uncomfortable in his white button down and black slacks. “Do you ever relax, Tides?”
“Never. Relaxing is for pussies like you and Brinks.”
“Damn, remind me why I had to invite you again?”
He tore his eyes from Riley, giving me a wicked grin. “Because we’re business associates now and baby girl would have cut me offfrom that sexy body for a painful amount of time if I’d kept her from it.”
My jaw ticked. “Don’t let Mason hear you say that and don’t call her baby girl. It’s as bad as Mason calling Casey princess. Makes me want to punch you both.”
“I’d like to see you try it.” He swallowed his shot of bourbon and set the glass down on the bar with a loud thump.
“I think that staff member’s getting a little flirty with my sister, Tides,” Mason said, approaching us. He gestured toward where Riley and Casey were standing in the shallow water, giggling. Both had bikinis on that covered more skin than Angie’s, but not enough. I hated the way my sister dressed and since I considered Riley to be another sister, I hated seeing her out of her normal conservative clothes.
“Isn’t that bikini a little skimpy for Riley, Tides? I’d want to cover her up so that guy can’t see all that skin,” I said, trying to irritate him, but irritating myself instead.
“Says the man whose bride has almost every inch exposed.” He adjusted his sleeves and ignored my glare. “Guess I need to go show that boy it’s not nice to mess with another man’s woman. And I’ll need to remind Riley there are consequences to showing what’s mine to other men.”
I stared at him as he walked away with the confident swagger of a man who shouldn’t be messed with.
“Does it piss you off when he talks like that, Mace? ‘Cause it sure pisses me off.” I glanced at him, holding back my laugh. His jaw was so tight I was waiting to hear it pop. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
