“Then double-up because they aren’t hiding a thing.”
Could she help it if Tabon Sharp set every nerve ending in her body on fire? It wasn’t just that her nipples hardened whenever she thought about him, the rest of her body responded with equal fervor. If she didn’t get her hands on that man tonight, she might combust.
—:—
“You ready?” asked Gunner.
“No,” said Razor, ready to take his second cold shower of the morning. Ava McNamara was close—soon she’d be close enough to touch—and he had no control over his body’s reaction to knowing that.
If he didn’t get himself into her tight little body tonight, he’d be able to pound nails with the raging hard-on he got every time her image crept into his brain.
2
He and Gunner walked up to Cottage Twenty, where the groom said to meet him.
“Good afternoon, Tabon,” said Kade, father of the bride, one of his K19 partners, and known to them as “Doc.”
“Just because Gunner has decided he no longer wants to go by the name we’ve been calling him for almost fifteen years, doesn’t mean I’m ready to do the same.”
He actually preferred Razor. Tabon was his dad. His grandfather too. In fact, he was the fifth namesake of the original Tabon Sharp. When he was a kid, his dad referred to him as Five.
Razor sounded edgy—even dangerous—and that was the kind of life he led.
Before he and his three partners formed K19, he’d been one of the most lethal operatives in the NCS—the CIA’s National Clandestine Service. His kill count was almost as high as his captures, not that he was proud of it.
The only thing about it that made him stand up tall and proud was that word on the street was not to fuck with Razor Sharp.
“It’s about that time, I guess,” said Doc.
Razor watched as the groom, Mercer, approached his future father-in-law.
“Before you say anything,” Doc began. “I chose you. Never forget that. My plan was for you to protect my daughter, not fall in love and marry her, but since you did, I couldn’t be more elated. I know you’ll make her very happy, and hope she does the same for you.”
“Thanks,” Mercer said, clearly emotional about Doc’s words. “I love her so much.”
“I know,” Doc said before turning and walking out the door.
“My brothers better get here soon,” murmured Mercer right before the door opened and two men who looked like clones of him walked in.
“This is Owen. Owen, this is Paps—sorry, Gunner, and Razor. And this is my youngest brother, Hudson.”
The four exchanged handshakes.
“You’re the reason we couldn’t have a bachelor party,” Razor said to Hudson, who had flown in from Europe late last night.
“No, he’s the reason.” Hudson pointed at Mercer.
The groom had told them, a week ago, that he didn’t want any kind of bachelor party, and the bride had requested her friends not plan anything either.
Razor pulled the wedding bands that Mercer had given him last night out of his pocket and handed them to Owen, the best man.
“These are your responsibility now,” he said. While Razor was usually the one who tried to lighten the moment with a joke, the fact that Mercer had asked him to keep them until Owen arrived, meant something. He was honored,
even though it was a little thing.
“Ready?” Gunner asked Mercer.
“Pretty sure he was born ready,” said Razor.