Dirty Secret

"You know something I don't?" Ian asks.

"Are you sure they'll never invite someone else?" she asks.

Cam and Ian share a knowing look.

Cam chuckles. "Eve, you have to know something about your brother-in-law."

"We're not married," she says.

"Future brother-in-law," Cam corrects.

She raises a brow really.

"Yes, I know Ian claims he'll never get married again, but, what is it you say, Sienna?" He motions for me to step in.

"You need to lock a good thing down," I say.

He chuckles. "Exactly."

"And I'm the good thing he needs to lock down?" Eve asks.

Cam nods.

"Is that really a compliment?" she asks.

"He means it as one," Ian says. "But then he's an idiot."

"And you aren't?" Cam asks.

Ian chuckles maybe. "Ty's the only one with brains here."

"Obviously. If he's marrying my sister."

Ian nods it's true. "What is it you always say, Cam? To Ty, making men everywhere proud, thinking with his cock?"

"Because he's marrying someone who's also kinky?" Eve's nose scrunches. "Is that really what you reduce their relationship to?"

"You don't like me because I make you come?" He wraps his arms around her.

"Of course. But you're not nearly as clever as Ty." She looks up at him with a smile.

Cam shoots me a fuck, this again look.

And, sure enough, bam—

They're making out.

Even Ty shakes his head really, making out again? "Have a little restraint."

"Your department," Cam says.

"Not just mine." Ty raises a brow.

Cam laughs.

Mmm. Beautiful mental images. I try to stay here, in the room, celebrating my sister's wedding, and not in a fictional universe where Cam ties me to his bed.

No good.

The image is too enticing.

Cam's tie around my wrists, my dress on the floor, his body over mine, his cock inside me.

Yes.

Now.

Please.

Uh… what.

Right. Cake. "We need to have cake before our next event."

Indigo looks to me. "Our next event?"

"Yes, after the cake and the crowns… the next event." I look to Cam. "Where are the crowns?"

"Part of the next event," he says.

"Oh. Right." I'm here, at the bachelorette party, in a world where Cam is not tying me to his bed. And I don't care. I don't care he's here. Tonight is still my sister's party, and I have a lot planned for the bride and groom. First—"Cake!"

"Are you two coming?" Cam asks Ian and Eve.

They continue making out.

"You think they'll get tired?" I ask.

"At some point," Cam says.

"He's got a lot of stamina for a man his age," Ty says.

Indigo slips her hand around his waist. Whispers something in his ear.

He laughs. Whispers back.

"Dirty talk later. Cake now." I look to Cam. "Have you ever tried this hard to get someone to eat dessert?"

"Not everyone appreciates sugar as much as you do," he says.

Indie laughs. "I'm not sure anyone appreciates sugar as much as you do, Sienna." She releases her fiancé and moves to me. "Let's do it."

Finally! I move into the kitchenette, find the cake in the mini fridge, in a soft pink box reading Cameron Hunt.

I look to him and raise a brow you checked it?

He smiles wide.

As if he's not tormented by how much he wants to fuck me.

Or maybe he's not. Maybe he doesn't care.

Whatever. That's fine.

This is a time for cake.

Not men.

Especially not handsome British men who play hot and cold and say bullshit like I like you too much to fuck you.

They're not even on my mind.

I set the pink box on the counter. Turn to my sister. "Ready?"

Nerves spill over her expression. "Am I?"

"You won't be." This is perfect. No matter how complicated everything else is, this is perfect. "Ty? You should be here for this too."

Cam pulls out his cell. "We have to immortalize the moment."

"Do you?" Ty asks.

"It's our duty." I place my hand on the lid. Focus on my sister and Ty.

She's already standing across from the counter.

He moves next to her. Slips his arm around her waist. "Ready."

She looks at me would you really?

I nod. Whatever it is, I would.

Cam slips into the kitchenette. Then he moves closer, into my space.

It's the only place he can really capture Ty and Indigo's expressions, but my body ignores the logic.

He's here.

Next to me.

Then behind me. Right behind me.

He doesn't rub against me on purpose, but I still catch fire from the friction.

Fuck, I want him so badly.

"Okay. Ready," Indigo says.

I try to ignore Cam. Pull the cake box open.

Click, click.

Indigo's jaw drops. Ty lets go of his poker face.

He actually blushes. I think. It's hard to tell with him.

"Oh my god." Indie hides behind her hands.

The cake is perfect. Better than I could ever imagine.

A circle covered in pastel purple frosting. The words A hard man is good to find in black letters.

A very erect, very sizeable cake dick next to them.

"It gets better," Cam says.

"How?" Ty chuckles. "That's… fuck. Now, I have to orchestrate your wedding to get you back."

"Repay my genius?" Cam asks.

Ty shakes his head ridiculous, looks to Indie, whispers something in her ear.