“I’m back on the Tylenol thing.” Just as I say this, a cabinet with men’s wedding rings catches my eye. It’s true that’s so far out of the realm of possibility for now, but next to the rings is something that could work.
Maybe.
When I tell Locke my idea, he immediately tells me to buy it. Then I spend the next hour freaking out that it’s too much. Or not enough.
I spin the velvet box in my hand the whole ride back to the house while Locke drives.
When we pull up to the gate, he glances over at me. “It’s perfect. I promise. It says everything you need to but without making too big a gesture.”
I tuck it into my coat pocket. Christmas is still a few days away, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold on to the gift for that long. I kinda want to throw it at him and run away.
I’m not good at this emotional crap.
Locke laughs at me. “You’re freaking out over nothing.”
“Not nothing. I don’t … I don’t know how to do this stuff.”
“Give gifts?”
I give him a derisive look. “Smartass.”
“Thorne has been into you since as long as I’ve known him. Anything from you, he’d love, but this …” He points to the bulge in my jacket. “This will make him the happiest man in the world.”
That’s all I want.
Locke continues. “Other than Cash, I mean. Because let’s face it, I’m the best fiancé ever.”
I snort. “Of course.”
We get out of the car and take the billions of shopping bags out of the back seat.
“How do we sneak these past Cash?” I ask. “He’s a nosy fucker, and he’s gonna want to see what you got him.”
“True.” He hands me his bags. “You take them all. I’ll distract Cash and Thorne. We’ll put them all together.”
“I’ll drop them off in the room I had with Andrew.”
Last night, we stayed in Thorne’s room even if there isn’t an attached bathroom. It’s not that big a deal to stay in there seeing as Andrew’s presence in the old room made Thorne uncomfortable.
I make a break for the left and run up the stairs while I see out of the corner of my eye Locke greeting Cash in an over the top display of affection.
“Seb’s hiding my presents, isn’t he?” Cash asks, and I laugh my way up the steps.
Our plan almost works until I throw open the door to my old room, and Thorne’s standing in there unpacking his suitcase.
My eyes widen. “What are you doing in here?”
“You said you didn’t have sex in here, right?”
My gaze drops to my pocket even though I tell it not to. What the hell, eyes? Cooperate, damn it.
I force myself to focus on Thorne instead. “Right, but, uh, what’s wrong with the other room?”
He stares at the billions of bags in my hands. “Are they my presents?”
“And Cash’s. Locke’s distracting him, and I’m supposed to hide them.”
“Oh, in here is fine.”
“But I have to hide yours too.”
Thorne cocks his head. “It’s just sweatpants, right?”
I swallow hard. “Right. Sweatpants. Nothing else.”
A smile breaks through on his gorgeous face. “What else is there?”
“Nothing!” Yeah, that sounds believable. I clear my throat. “Uh, nothing, but don’t you want the colors to be a surprise?”
“Let me guess. Dark gray, light gray, medium gray, and gray gray.”
“Damn it.”
“I won’t look. I promise.” Thorne steps closer. “Also, now that we’re together …” He crooks his finger at me. “I want a kiss hello.”
I dump the bags and go willingly.
Our lips meet, his hand cups my face, and then he takes control of my mouth and my body. Then his hands weave into my hair, and I forget my surroundings.
He presses against me, and all I can focus on is his tongue in my mouth, his all-consuming presence, and the way my body immediately wants to melt into him.
His hands release my hair and trail down my back, then skim along my sides, dangerously close to—oh, shit.
I pull away and back out of his grasp.
“What is it?”
“Blowjob!”
Thorne grabs my belt buckle and tugs me toward him. “Mm, yes please. I’ve wanted my mouth on your cock for so fucking long.” He tries to drop to his knees, but I’m too self-conscious about the box in my pocket.
I pull him back up. “No.”
“No?”
“I want you to come in my mouth this time.”
Thorne moans, and I know I have him. I move him toward the bed and push him down on his back with his legs hanging off the end.
“Take your pants off,” I say.
“You’re taking control this time?”
“Yep.” Because I need to figure out how to blow him while stashing his gift somewhere.
Thorne strips down completely, and I lose my train of thought before I can even move. This man seriously makes me lose brain cells and all thought processing abilities just by taking his clothes off. From his wide chest down to his long, hard cock waiting for my lips.