“She talked us into this stupid shit.” She glared at him. “Not. One. Word.”
He had no idea what she was talking about but he zipped it anyway.
“This skirt is illegal in twenty-five states. The wig itches like a bitch and I look horrible in white.”
Huh. He thought she looked delectable. He bit his tongue and kept dancing. Was it his fault if his hands just happened to slip down to the top of her ass?
“And then she has the nerve to try and talk me into full makeup! She even wanted me to wear these—hands!”
Julian’s hands, which had made a very happy foray to her southern hemisphere, moved back up to her waist.
“These stupid contact lenses you can’t even buy off an eye doctor. You have to order them over the web. They’re the same ones Lady Gaga used in this video—hands!”
Julian immediately removed his hands from under her skirt. Damn, she was wearing boy shorts under it. All of his secret fantasies of backseat explorations were dashed.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself, mister?”
Julian pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking his head.
“Jeez. It’s like talking to a three-year-old.”
“A three-year-old wouldn’t be trying to shove his hands down your pants.” Julian stopped dancing long enough to rub his shin. Those pointy red shoes were hard on the anatomy.
“Jules!”
Julian stood and grinned at Jamie and Marie Howard. They’d dressed as a cowboy and a sexy cowgirl. Damn, he’d have to buy Cyn a pair of chaps. He wondered how Jamie felt about his mate wearing them with nothing more than a pair of boy shorts under them. “Nice party!”
“Nice kick.” Marie high-fived Cyn, the fringe of her short, tummy-bearing vest swinging with her movements. Julian was definitely begging Jamie for the name of the shop he got that outfit from.
“What if Julian didn’t deserve the kick?” Jamie patted his wife’s butt.
Marie shrugged. “Does it matter?” She winked at Cyn and accepted her fist bump.
“Ah. He has a penis, therefore he’s the enemy. Gotcha.”
Marie swatted her mate’s arm. “I’m not that bad.”
Julian smiled at the love between them. Marie had a strained relationship with Emma and Becky, and therefore Max and Simon, but he had no idea why. She seemed like a perfectly nice woman to him.
“Be good, you.” She wagged her finger in her mate’s face, but he merely grinned. She turned on Julian and wagged her finger at him as well. “You too.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The Howards danced away, already greeting other guests.
“Liar,” Cyn whispered in his ear.
He cupped her ass again and braced for impact. “Yes, ma’am.”