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I nibble at Beau’s ear. “See. Why wait?”
“You could do Vegas!” Magnus says, and I grin at him, liking his train of thought.
“We could.”
“Next weekend?” Magnus asks. “We’re wide open.”
I nod and Beau rolls his eyes at us.
“We are not getting married next weekend.”
“We’ll see about that, Bow-tie.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Beau
“Icannot with you,” I say as we drive down Interstate 15 toward Vegas. “I am not marrying you. This is basically a kidnapping.”
“Aw, Bow-tie, come on. Everyone’s gonna be there. You know you want to.”
“Everyone, as in Matt, Coop, Sem, and Magnus?”
“Yeah. That’s all that matters right?”
“I mean, I guess. My parents are devastated they can’t attend.”
Max shakes his head and chuckles. “You know that’s not true. We’re heading to see them next weekend to celebrate.”
And we are. They’re throwing us a reception. I didn’t even want to tell them about this asinine plan because this is insanity, but Max spilled the beans. He sent my mom a message when I wasn’t looking and then fucked me silly so I’d forgive him.
I shift in my seat, my ass still sore from last night and this morning. The way Max fucked me, desperate and needy. How he made me come over and over. My throat is sore from how much I was screaming.
I loved it.
I love him.
But there is no way I’m getting hitched to this guy. That would be insane.
And I am a rational, grown man. And rational, grown men don’t do this shit.
“We don’t even have rings,” I protest, and Max grins over at me, bringing my hand to his lips.
“You may not have a ring for me, but Bow-tie, you bet your fucking ass I have one for you.”
My heart thumps rapidly in my chest.
“Oh my god, do you really? Now I feel bad! You won’t have a ring! I’m the worst husband alive!”
“Don’t need one. Not when I can just have you.”
He always says the most romantic shit.
I huff and then lean over and kiss the side of his mouth. He bites his bottom lip when I pull away and adjusts himself.
“The things you do to me, Bow-tie.”
“Yes, well, same here, straight guy.”