“You know, I didn’t think I’d be. I mean, Jenna and I wanted this to be low-key, but it didn’t quite work out that way.”
“I know how that is. Liz and I were the same way,” Gavin said. We were going to have a small thing, which turned into a big thing because. . . well, my mom wanted a big wedding, and then Liz decided maybe just having a small wedding wasn’t going to work. Suddenly it was this huge affair. Can’t blame that all on the parents, though. Weddings seem to take on a life of their own.”
Ty laughed. “Yeah. It is becoming kind of an event, and I can’t say I’m all that disappointed about it. Despite Jenna not wanting to make a big deal out of the wedding, I know secretly she’s pretty excited about having the family all together to celebrate us getting married. I don’t think she would have really been happy if we’d eloped or gotten married at city hall.”
Gavin nodded and took a long pull of the beer Renee had set down in front of him. “I know what you mean. Liz was never about the big wedding. Until it came time to plan the big wedding. Then she became driven, like planning a wedding had been the one and only thing she’d dreamed about doing since she was a little girl.”
“Women, right?”
“Yeah. Can’t figure them out. Don’t even try. Just go with it.”
“That’s what I do, man. I just try and keep her happy. If she’s happy, then I’m happy.”
Gavin tipped his beer against Ty’s. “Amen to that.”
The conversation reverted back to Cole and Mick’s heavily testosterone-laden one-upmanship over who was going to beat whom. In the end, the two of them just ended up laughing and toasted each other, then they got down to the business of eating burgers, until they got on the topic of the wedding again, which put Ty on the hot seat for making them all wear tuxes.
Ty didn’t take the bait. Instead, he chewed a mouthful of cheeseburger and swallowed. “Not my fault. Talk to Jenna. I would have been happy in jeans.”
“You’d throw your fiancée—my sweet baby sister—under the bus like that?” Mick asked.
Ty reached for his beer. “Yup.”
“Wait ’til I tell her,” Gavin said.
“Go for it,” Ty said with a shrug. “She’ll back me up.”
Cole slapped Ty on the back. “That’s what I like about you. No fear.”
Mick took off after lunch to do some football-related thing. And Cole had to leave for the airport to pick up Savannah.
“Has she been out of town again?” Gavin asked.
“Yeah. She’s been doing a consulting thing for a client in Chicago for the past couple weeks.”
“Rough on both of you with all the travel, isn’t it?”
“We manage. At least the homecomings are hot.” Cole waggled his brows.
Tyler laughed. “Speaking of hot fiancées, I need to go see mine. We have . . . God forbid, wedding stuff that I promised to discuss with her. Thanks for meeting with me today, guys.”
They all took off. Gavin headed home, figuring Liz would be out doing some of that wedding stuff, too.
So he was surprised to see her car in the garage when he pulled in.
“Liz?” he called when he walked through the door.
She didn’t answer. He looked for her downstairs, but didn’t find her, so he headed upstairs. It was already getting dark outside, and cloudy, as he looked out the window in the landing.
There was a light on in their bedroom, so he pushed the door open.
And his jaw dropped.
Liz was on the bed, the only light in the room from candles lit on the nightstands. She was dressed in some silky, flimsy thing that rode high on her thighs and barely covered her breasts.
He went hard in an instant.
“Did we have a date I didn’t know about?” he asked as he entered the room.
She was reclining on her side, her head resting on her hand. “No, but we were interrupted this morning. I thought we could finish what we started.”
She patted the bed.
“Hell, yes.”
As he walked toward the bed, he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. Liz sat up and crawled toward the end of the bed, her breasts nearly visible as she bent over.
“I like whatever it is you’re wearing. Or almost not wearing.”
She tilted her head back and gave him one hell of a sexy smile. “I bought it to tease you with.”
While she unzipped his pants, he drew one of her straps down. “You aren’t going to be wearing it long.”
She sat on her heels. “That’s the idea.”
He shucked his jeans and underwear, his cock springing right into her hands. “Now, this is about where we were this morning, weren’t we?”
Her hands were warm, her mouth inches away from giving him exactly what he’d spent the day thinking about. “I’ve been aching for your mouth on me all day.”
“Is that right?” She fell forward onto her stomach, that slinky little thing she wore creeping up over her shapely ass, revealing that she had . . . absolutely nothing on underneath it.
His cock twitched and he surged forward, thrusting it into her hands.
“A little eager, are you?”