Depends on Who's Asking - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,43

I said, pulling the pack from her hands and reading the label myself. “You know it is.”

Her lips twitched, obviously agreeing with me. “Whatever.”

“I feel like I’ve been dropped into the middle of a conversation,” Calloway admitted. “And I have no idea what’s going on.”

Louis patted his wife’s head.

“It’s okay, honey. You can just sit there and look pretty. You’re good at it,” Louis teased, his eyes pure mischief.

Calloway gasped in outrage and launched herself out of the seat.

She hit her husband like a battering ram—well, as well as a battering ram who was pregnant and didn’t really want to hurt her baby could do—and started taking aim for his nipples.

“Caro, help me!” Calloway urged.

Carolina stood up and kicked off her killer shoes, tossing me a look.

One that clearly said, ‘Hold my beer.’

Ares was next to move, followed shortly by Sierra.

The last to get up was Rowen. She handed off her infant son to Dax and then walked over, too.

Once they were all close enough, Calloway said, “Ready?”

“No,” Louis said, shaking his head as he tried to hold in his laughter. “Please don’t. I’ll stop. I’ll never say ugly stuff to you again, Way. I promise.”

“Ready,” echoed from the other ladies’ mouths.

I looked at the group around me, wondering what in the hell was going on.

It seemed like everyone was split into two distinct groups. Those that were part of the SWAT team kids, and those that weren’t.

One group knew what was about to happen and wore wide smiles on their faces. And the other group, who had no fuckin’ clue what was about to take place, looked curious and confused.

“Go!” Calloway cried.

Then all the ladies were crowding in and pressing loud, smacking, slobbery kisses to Louis’ face.

“This is something that they used to do until we decided we liked girls,” Booth mused as he watched the happenings in front of him. He wrapped his arm around his wife and pulled her in close before taking a sip of his beer. “For some reason, when we were ten, this was the worst form of torture.”

I could see how it would be.

At least, when I was ten.

Now? Well, Louis definitely wasn’t hating it, that was for sure.

“Y’all are so fuckin’ gross!” Louis cried out as he tried to wipe the slobber that the ladies were leaving away. “Oh my God! You’re leaving lipstick on me!”

The ladies started to pull off one by one, leaving his wife only to press a kiss to Louis’ lips, who definitely didn’t complain about that one. He swept his arm around Calloway’s back and pulled her in close, pressing himself fully against her before sweeping her up into his arms and taking a seat in his original spot.

We all looked at Louis who was definitely sporting multiple shades of lipstick.

“This is great,” he grumbled as he wiped his face off.

Carolina headed back to her seat but stopped before she could get to me. “Do you want something to drink? I’m really thirsty.”

I nodded. I would like something to drink.

She patted my shoulder and slipped through the spot between me and her chair, rubbing her sweet little ass against my arm before disappearing two tables over to pull a couple of beers out of the inflated sleigh that was filled with ice and cold beer.

She walked back over to me with a sway to her hips that had me studying the way the skirt brushed mid-thigh.

When she got to me, she handed the beer to me and took her seat.

I took it, twisted the top off, then handed it back to her.

She smiled at me with a wide grin and handed me the unopened beer.

“That’s sweet and all,” Bourne drawled as he watched the two of us. “But we always used to have to give our drinks to Carolina to open when we were younger. For some reason she was always able to get the drinks uncapped when we couldn’t. She’s probably better at that than you are.”

I glanced over at Carolina who grinned. “I think it’s the little hands. I have more power per square inch.” She held her hand up to show me.

I caught her hand with mine and folded it into my fist, holding on as Louis finally stopped kissing his wife long enough for us to continue.

Malachi was next up.

But instead of going to the table, he walked over to me and stole Louis’ emergency underpants out of my hand.

“Hey!” Louis cried, moving his wife to her own seat and glaring at Malachi.