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“Seriously, Tate…” Kellan looks ready to clobber his buddy. “They didn’t need to know that.”
“I don’t see the problem.” Tate gestures my way. “I’m pretty sure Evan is going to show Nia how much he loves her with his penis tonight. Maybe even his sperm.”
The people around Tate may see him as embarrassing or socially awkward, but he’s candid, factual, and logical.
“Absolutely,” I assure him with a laugh.
Within minutes, Tate and I find ourselves in a heated debate of Edison versus Tesla, who was better and why. While Eric and Kellan seem to glaze over, I’m defending the fact that AC current was in every way superior to DC and that Edison was kind of a vindictive asshole to Tesla. Then Nia strolls up and threads her arm through mine.
At the same time, I see Annabelle sandwich herself between Eric and Kellan, then reach a hand out to cup Tate’s shoulder and soothe him. “Hi, baby.”
“Just a minute, Belle. I’m telling junior over here all the reasons he’s wrong.”
Before I can say a word, Annabelle leans in. “So, you don’t want to go to our room and…”
She whispers the rest of her suggestion in his ear.
Tate’s eyes widen. When she eases away, Tate actually flushes. A whole different kind of electricity pings off him.
“Yes, I do. And yes, we should. Night, all.” He wraps his arm around Annabelle and makes to haul her away.
“Let’s do the same,” I tell my wife.
Grinning, Annabelle calls over her shoulder to Nia, “I think you and I went shopping at the same husband store.”
We all laugh.
Eric and Kellan follow them out. The crowd is winding down. Most of my family has already left, as the wives don’t seem to have as much energy now that they’re nearing the end of their pregnancies.
I bring Nia against me. “Let’s take this celebration private. What do you say?”
She sends me a sly smile. “Are you going to show me how much you love me with your penis?”
After twelve long, aching nights without her? Now that she’s finally my wife?
I scoop Nia up into my arms, lift her against my chest, and plant a hard kiss on her lips. “Oh, yeah. All night.”
“Where are we going?” Nia asks a few minutes later as I speed down a two-lane road in one of Noah’s high-performance sports cars.
I’ve got one suitcase, two bottles of sparkling cider, and a whole slew of dirty thoughts on board.
“You’ll see.”
She sends me a curious glance. “What are you up to?”
“At least eight inches.”
That makes her giggle. “I meant, what do you have up your sleeve?”
“You should know by now that what I have is down my pants.” I wink. “Want to see?”
She rolls her eyes at my bad joke. “If I peek while you’re driving, we’ll probably have to pull over on the side of the road. Then we’ll never make it to wherever we’re going.”
I glance at Nia. She was a beautiful bride, but now she’s my incredibly alluring wife. I want her all to myself.
“Sadly, you’re right. I’m afraid if you even breathe on me too much right now, I’ll be all over you.”
“Gosh, that sounds terrible,” she teases.
