Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) - Crystal Kaswell Page 0,23

and nod hello. She waves and smiles back.

Tom busts between us. "When do we get to see the new tattoo?"

"Do I ask your wife to whip out her tits so I can gawk at her tattoo?" I come back.

That earns me a laugh from Tom and a glare from Drew.

Willow gets up from her seat. She hugs Meg and me then settles next to Tom. "Is my husband bothering you?"

"My wife is so rude." Tom shakes his head with mock outrage. "I'm going to have to take her back to the hotel and punish her."

Willow blushes. She turns to us. "I'm happy for you guys. You're such a lovely, tall couple."

Tom laughs.

"What?" She pouts. "They're really tall. Both of them are taller than you are."

"You're emasculating me, kid." Tom squeezes her.

"Right," she says.

"You should remind me of my virility right now." Tom smiles.

Willow shakes her head, endeared. Then she motions to Meg. "I was thinking." She leans in to whisper in Meg's ear.

Meg blushes. "Oh. I don't know that we'll have time."

"We can do it tonight," Willow says. "I'll send Tom away."

Tom shakes his head with mock incredulity.

"Aren't you having a bachelor party?" Willow asks.

"Do you want one?" Tom looks to me, his brow screwing with confusion.

Don't drink. Don't gamble. Don't have any interest in lap dances from strippers. Makes bachelor party options pretty slim.

I shake my head.

"Miles has seen enough tits to last a lifetime," Tom teases. He looks at Meg and motions to the present in her hands. "Use that well."

Again, Meg blushes. She manages to hold Tom's eye contact. "Did Miles really talk to you about slowing down?"

Tom nods.

"Do you hate me for that?" she asks.

"Fuck no. He’s making me look accommodating, for once. Miles asks to slow down. I reluctantly agree. I get to spend more afternoons pinning my wife to the wall. Besides, it's not just Miles. Drew-"

Willow clears her throat.

"Nevermind about that. I get more time to fuck my wife." Tom rubs his nose against Willow's. "That's what matters."

Meg's expression screws with confusion. "Tom, you want to slow down?"

Tom runs his hand through his hair. "No, I... I just think it's important for Miles to keep you around. I'm not going to be the one watching him like a hawk every time there's alcohol nearby." Tom laughs. He looks at me. "I swear I'm not trying to scare her off."

"Uh-huh." Willow rises to her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. She turns to us. "Congrats again. You really are a beautiful, tall couple. And I'm looking forward to tonight, Meg. Don't eat or drink too much. You want your agility." She winks.

Meg giggles.

"What's tonight?" I ask.

"A surprise," Meg says.

"Fuck, he's slow. Even I put those pieces together," Tom says.

"Honey." Willow slides her arm around Tom's waist. "If you delay me, I won't have time for you tonight."

"Fuck that." Tom nods goodbye and pulls Willow back to the table.

Jess is up next. She hugs Meg hello and doesn't quite whisper in her ear, "I told you he'd ask."

"But an hour after finals?" Meg asks.

Jess nods. "You should hear how he talks about you when you aren't around. He's gaga for you." She turns to me. "I hope I'm not speaking out of turn. You guys are going to be so happy." She rises to her tiptoes to hug me.

After hellos and congratulations with Meg's parents, we settle into our spots at the table. It's just in time for appetizers—miso soup, edamame, and mixed greens.

Meg squeezes my hand. She leans in to whisper, "I've been thinking... Sinful Serenade is your family. And they're mine too."

"Yeah?" I stare into her brown eyes.

"Yeah. I love that you got us a place in Newport. I love that we'll be by my family all week. But maybe we can be by your family all weekend? In Malibu, or we can find a place that's closer to everyone. Fuck, we can take turns staying with Tom and Pete, if that's what you want."

"Taking turns with the Steele brothers?"

She cocks a brow.

"Don't tell me you've considered it."

"Maybe..." She tries to hold a poker face, but it's not happening. "Okay, I haven't considered anyone but you."

I whisper in her ear, "Why is it so hot that we're getting married tomorrow?"

"Wedding night sex?" she offers.

Yeah, ripping a gown off her chest sounds fucking amazing. I lick my lips as I nod.

"We should wait until after the wedding." She pulls back enough to look me in the eyes. "I don't like it either, but we