If the wedding guests had anything to eat, he’d be very surprised. The caterer was a pain in his ass. In fact, much to his embarrassment, she was after his ass or rather his dick, which was why she was being so damn awkward.
God give him strength.
Noah finished pouring himself a coffee and faced his fiancé. “I find it amusing that the caterer is after you when she is supposed to be planning the meal for our wedding.”
“You’re not jealous. Why aren’t you jealous?”
“Ramon, you’re acting like a child.” Noah rolled his eyes. “I’m not jealous because she isn’t a threat to our relationship. No one is,” he admitted.
It shut Ramon up instantly.
“You want a fight and I refuse to give you one.” Noah headed outside, dropped his jeans and climbed into the hot tub while Ramon watched him.
Noah was right of course. Ramon had wanted a fight to get rid of the sexual tension. They’d agreed that for the month of December, they wouldn’t have sex, or a hand job until after their wedding on New Year’s Day, so yeah, he was frustrated as fuck. Seeing Noah naked in the fucking hot tub didn’t help either.
“Ramon, let it go and join me in here.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Ramon admitted.
“I agree, but it’s Christmas Eve and I want you in here with me.”
He smiled, and found his feet moved on their own accord, and before he knew it, he was standing at the side of the tub. Ramon reached out, ran his hands through Noah’s hair and felt him shudder at the touch.
“Mmm, don’t tempt me. Please behave.”
With a deep inhale, Ramon stepped away and stripped before he joined his guy in the hot water. It was freezing in the snow, but the tub sure made up for that. The company did as well.
*
Noah watched Ramon climb into the tub and his knuckles gripped the ledge inside the tub to stop himself from reaching out. Ramon had a beautiful body and when he was aroused like he was, he reminded Noah of a Greek god—all muscle with his rigid length stuck out from his body.
Ramon sat in the water as Noah closed his eyes to get his body under control. No sex meant no sex. If only his body realized that’s what it meant.
Noah snapped his eyes open when he heard Ramon clear his throat. He glanced over at him and saw the smirk on his face.
Noah chuckled at having been caught thinking about Ramon’s body. It would be written all over his face.
“So, what the fuck are we going to do about Miss. Painintheass?”
Noah couldn’t help himself and laughed. “I have a brilliant idea.”
When the silence got the better of him, Ramon grumbled, “I’m waiting to hear your wonderful idea.”
“Impatient as always.” Noah grinned. “You need to set your mom on her. She was disappointed that you wouldn’t let her help with the arrangements with you being a control freak. So, I think you’d make her day if you passed it on to her.”
Ramon grinned. “I’ve been thinking about that. She’d set her straight and it would get rid of her for us.”
“It would.”
*
Ramon sat back and tried to act relaxed with being in the hot tub with Noah, especially when he was anything but.
He had fond memories of the hot tub and they all involved them both naked.
Noah smirked and moved closer between Ramon’s legs. Ramon gulped and groaned when Noah stood in front of him in all his naked glory before Noah climbed from the tub.
“Glad that’s sorted. I’m going to bed.”
Noah left him with his mouth hanging open, his balls ached and his dick throbbed.
“Oh,” Noah popped his head back outside, “thought I’d remind you that I love you,” his voice softened, “and I can’t wait until we’re married.”
Ramon turned to face him and slowly climbed out. He ignored his dick that bounced and ached for Noah.
He curved his hand around Noah’s neck, and whispered against his lips, “I love you, so fucking much,” before he leaned closer.
Chapter 6
Christmas Day
Pippa sat by herself in the bedroom that she’d shared with her husband, Elias, for close to forty-three years. She needed a few minutes to herself as her emotions had started to get the better of her as the dishes from the Christmas dinner had been washed and put away.
Not only did she have five amazing sons, but four amazing daughter-in-laws, and a son-in-law. At least that’s what she thought the correct title for her youngest son’s soon-to-be-husband was. It didn’t really matter though, because she loved them, regardless of title. At sixty-three, she had four amazing grandbabies, which she’d so looked forward to for years. Long before her sons had found their soul mates.