Page 89 of Insta-Family (Forbidden Descendants 3)

“Yes, honey.” Cress lifted a calming hand before explaining, “Trick will have to be my best man, of course, since he introduced me to Mav…”

Next to us, Maverick snorted at that.

“But you definitely have to be up there with me somewhere. You’re one of my best friends on earth.”

“Aw… Of course, I’ll be up there with you,” I gushed, wiping a tear from my eye. “I’d be honored.”

Cress and I hugged again, while Maverick cleared his throat, reminding us we still had a streaming-wet, half-naked Vaughn in our midst.

My cousin and I immediately broke apart and went back to gazing at all the glorious male flesh on display. I mean, sure, the upper portion stole most of my attention, but even his sculpted hairy calves and bare feet looked too yummy and lickable for me not to drool over.

He had these ideal, sun-kissed shoulders, nice and wide and shaped to perfection with an impressive chest, sprinkled with the slightest amount of hair that covered cut pecs and abs. And Lord have mercy, the boys had been right; there was a clear inguinal crease peeking out from the top of his towel and hugging his hip bones.

And was that slight bulge filling the towel just a few inches lower his dick print?

Realizing that Maverick, Cress, and I were ogling, Vaughn inched an uncomfortable step back and motioned behind him with his free hand as the other hand tightened around his towel, only making his package even more defined through the cloth.

“I, uh, I’m just going to go back to the… yeah. Sorry for interrupting.”

“We didn’t mind,” Maverick assured him, the interest in his gaze causing Vaughn’s eyes to flare with surprise.

“Not at all,” Cress purred, adding a humming sound to the back of his throat that seemed to unsettle Vaughn even more. Cress hooked his arm through mine. “Anyone willing to come to my cousin’s rescue bare-ass naked is always a welcome interruption.” Then he winked. “Especially when he looks like you.”

I groaned and slapped an embarrassed hand to my forehead while Vaughn blinked.

Then, he murmured an uncertain, “Right. Well…” He backed a step away and waved in farewell. “Congratulations on the engagement.”

“Aw, thank you, sweetie,” Cress cooed. “We’ll make sure you get a seat up with the rest of the family.”

“Cool.” Vaughn nodded his thanks before turning tail and rushing back into the utility room.

I couldn’t help but notice that he’d trimmed some of the beard growing around his jaw and down his neck, but he’d left the rest of it alone.

Just for me.

A zing of pleasure spiraled through me.

The three of us left in the kitchen said nothing until we heard the door shut. And then we spun to each other, our eyebrows lifted.

“You lucky little shit, you.” Cress cheered, shoving my arm.

“Lucky?!” I hissed.

“Yes,” he argued. “That man is fine! And you get to see him every freaking day.”

“Yes,” I agreed full-heartedly. “He is. And yes, I do. So how the hell am I supposed to sleep tonight, knowing all that is in my backyard?”

“Maybe by offering to turn down his covers for him at bedtime?” Maverick suggested with a shrug.

His fiancé snickered and bumped their shoulders together. “Good one.”

I sighed hopelessly.

“Now I see why you made it with a dying man,” my cousin tossed in, nudging my arm. “I mean, if Ava’s baby daddy looked anything like big brother—”

“He didn’t,” I assured on a glower as I dropped my hands. “I mean, considering the size of that lump protruding from the front of Vaughn’s towel alone, I’d say the two were built nothing alike.”

“Oh, you saw that too, huh?” Cress lifted his brows and stepped closer, whispering, “Wasn’t it impressive? I mean, from the looks of things, I’d say he might just be as heavily endowed as Mav is.”

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