Page 88 of Insta-Family (Forbidden Descendants 3)

“So… At this very moment, he’s naked on the other side of that wall?” Maverick clarified.

It was actually two walls away, but close enough.

“Naked and wet?” Cress clarified. “Most likely rubbing suds all over his slick, beautiful flesh. And then lifting his face to the water and letting it sluice over him in glorious rivulets?”

Jesus, that was not the picture I wanted in my head, but honestly it had already been there.

And….

Now I was picturing Vaughn reaching between his legs and washing his swollen cock as he turned his face to the water and let the spray run over him. God, I bet he looked marvelous doing it too.

Cress, Maverick, and I shuddered together.

“Oh, to be Superman and see through walls right now,” Maverick murmured, glancing toward the utility room.

“Amen,” Cress murmured, lifting a fist his boyfriend’s way so they could bump their knuckles together and sigh as one.

“Do you think he has those love lines above the hips like you’ve got?” Cress asked Maverick.

His boyfriend lifted his eyebrows. “One could only hope.”

“Oh geez. You guys are too much,” I said because now I was also wondering if Vaughn had a certain moneymaker.

Cress grinned as he tilted his head to rest it on Maverick’s shoulder. “We love checking out straight men together,” he told me. “It’s, like, our favorite pastime.”

Maverick smiled affectionately at the crown of Cress’s head before he leaned in to kiss his boyfriend’s hair and wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Yes, it is.”

When Cress cuddled closer and lifted his hand to cover Maverick’s, I noticed a thick gold band on his ring finger, encrusted with a layer of tiny diamonds.

“Wait a second.” I reached out to grab Cress’s hand and immediately pulled it closer for a detailed inspection. Still holding his fingers captive, I lifted my gaze and glanced between both men, who were currently trying to contain their smug grins.

“And she finally notices,” Cress announced dramatically.

My jaw dropped. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes, girl.” Cress grinned. “Maverick asked me to marry him.”

“Oh my God!” I screamed. “Oh my God!” Springing from my chair, I opened my arms wide and yanked Cress into another hug. “This is so awesome! Congratulations, you guys.”

He grinned and laughed with me as we started to dance in a circle around the kitchen.

Until a winded voice suddenly rasped from behind us, “Wha…?”

“Holy shit,” Maverick said, blinking toward the laundry room in astonishment.

My cousin and I whirled around to find a half-naked—or maybe he was fully naked under the towel—Vaughn skidding to a halt in my kitchen, hair wet and water streaming down his bare chest.

Clutching a wad of terrycloth to his waist, he blinked fear and worry from his eyes as he glanced between me and the other two as if searching for a threat, only to find nothing wrong.

“Uh…” I started, not sure what else to say, since I was a little too busy staring to think up actual words.

Brown eyes veered my way. “You screamed,” he explained, still trying to catch his breath.

“Oh!” I pressed my hands to my cheeks and flushed in embarrassment. “Sorry. They just told me they were getting married, and I got a little excited.”

Cress touched my arm. “And…” he added. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to be one of my groomswomen?”

Gasping, I whirled toward him. “Seriously? You want me?”

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