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“Happened to him a while back in San Jose.” Garrett chuckles. “Grumpy jackass dragged himself all the way down the hall to my room and woke me up. Now he’s demanding I’m always next door, so he won’t have to go far if he needs to bunk with me.”
“So just to recap, she told you multiple times she wasn’t ready for an engagement.” “Yeah,” I say warily. “And you absorbed that information and were like, huh, I guess I should propose, then.”
I glower at him. “Oh, fuck off. It wasn’t like that.” “I’m trying to understand how it wasn’t, because it seems like she told you she wasn’t ready, and in response you bought a ring and set up a fancy dinner and ambushed her.”
“I can’t believe you’re Team Allie on this one.” “I’m no...
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And the irony of this entire situation doesn’t escape me. The guy who slept around in college, the self-proclaimed manwhore whose nickname was Dean the Sex Machine, needs a pledge of commitment otherwise his pwecious wittle heart won’t feel safe?
“Holy shit. That’s very mature of you.” I smirk. “I have my moments.”
“WHAT THE FUCK!” We both jump when a male shout echoes beyond Logan’s door. It’s quickly followed by a female shriek. A very familiar shriek.
Frowning, I march toward the door and loudly rap my knuckles against it. “Logan, was that my girlfriend?” I demand.
“Dean?” Allie’s unmistakable voice. “Allie-Cat?” I call back. “Is that you in there?” “Yeah, I’m here with Logan.” ...
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Garrett’s head pops up from his phone. Sheer delight lights his face. “Oh God. I don’t even care that we got our asses handed to us by Jersey. This n...
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He hops off the bed and races to my side. One of G’s favorite pastimes is—to quote the asshole himself—“serving as a bystander to our stupidity.” I kno...
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When I hear a click, I throw the door open and burst into Logan’s room, where I find Allie and Logan facing off. My girl stands on one side of the king-sized bed, wearing the sequined dress she’d donned for the club. Only one stiletto, though. I look around, sp...
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On the other side of the bed is Logan. He’s buck naked. I lift a brow. “Nice dick,” I tell him. He sighs. “Any reason why you’re showing it to my girl...
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His bare pecs flex as he lifts both hands to rake through his damp hair. Droplets of water slide down his neck. “I got out of the shower, and she was just right there, sitting on...
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“So you decided to drop your towel?” Allie challenges. “I was mid-drop when I walked out of the bathroom. Don’t act like I was strip...
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Garrett snickers. In a helpful gesture, he picks up the towel and tosses it to Logan, who hastily ...
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My attention returns to my girlfriend. “Why are you in Logan’s room?” “Why aren’t you in Logan’s room?” she shoots ba...
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“I saw your jacket on the chair and heard someone in the bathroom. Thought it was you.” She crosses her arms defensively. “I certainly didn’t expect your friend to walk out with his stupid penis.”
“My penis isn’t stupid,” Logan protests. “How did you even get in here?” His exasperated gaze travels to Garrett. “How do they keep getting in here!” Garrett shakes with laughter.
“Awesome,” Logan says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Apparently anyone who feels like it can just ask for keys to my room and nobody bats an eye. Who the fuck decided I’m no longer allowed to feel safe in hotels?”
“Oh, boo fucking hoo,” Garrett mocks. “It happens to me like every month.” I grin at G. “Brag.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why is it all the way over there?” “Because she threw it at my head,” growls Logan. Garrett hoots. “Such a good night,” he says happily.
She’s honestly my favorite person in the whole world.
“I want to marry you one day. And until that day, I want to be engaged to you.” Her throat dips as she gulps nervously. “So. With that said. Will you, Dean Sebastian Kendrick Heyward-Di Laurentis, be my fiancé?”
I have to bite the inside of my cheek to fight the rush of emotion that tightens my throat. I swallow a couple of times, then I bring my free hand to her mouth and rub the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip.
“Of course I will.” My voice is so hoarse, I clear my throat before continuing. “If you’ll have me.” “Always,” Allie says, leaning i...
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Breathless, I pull back and say, “Fuck. I wish I had the ring on me. But it’s at home.” Curiosity fills her eyes. “Is it big?” she demands. “Huge.” “How huge?”
“Massive. Even your dad was impressed.” “You showed your dick to her father?” Allie and I startle when Garrett comes stumbling into the room, a sweatpants-clad Logan flying in after him.
“What the hell?” I snap at them. “You guys were eavesdropping?” Garrett’s defense is, “You’re in my room!” “And I’m just nosy,” Logan p...
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“Good call bringing up the dick at the end. I told you, every proposal needs a dash of sexy.” “We weren’t talking about my dick,” I gr...
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“Oh.” He blinks. Then glances at Allie. “That thing’s ginormous. It’ll break your finger.” Allie swivels her gaze back to me, beam...
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I swear, the second she saw that rock when I pulled it out last night, she got so turned on, she had me naked in a heartbeat, my dick stuffed in her mouth.
The nightstand vibrates. I’m not ready to check my phone yet, because I anticipate a barrage of texts and missed calls. It was too late to make calls when we got home from Jersey last night, but we did text Allie’s dad and my entire family to share the news.
Then we ignored five FaceTime attempts from my sister and mother, and screwed each other’s brains out instead. Right before we fell asleep, we got a text from Joe Hayes. A simple thumbs-up. I love that man.
“No!” she moans when the porcelain doll emerges from the box. “Oh my God, Dean, he’s on our bed! We have to burn the sheets now!” I glower at Alexander’s red cheeks and vacant eyes. “Motherfucker,” I growl.
“You realize Logan would’ve had to ask Grace to overnight this? This is literal betrayal.” “Next-level betrayal.”
I know I’m the one who opened this grotesque Pandora’s Box when I bought Alexander for Jamie, but how many times do I have to apologize? Why do these sociopaths keep sending him back?
I grit my teeth. “I can’t fucking believe Logan would do this to us. And after we complimented his dick?” My fiancée sighs. “We?” “Oh, like you weren’t impressed too,” is my accusatory reply.
“Fine, I was,” Allie relents. She offers a shrug. “Mrs. Logan is a lucky woman.” I nod in agreement. “A very lucky...
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“Now why would you do that?” “Because Lilli and Maria wanted to be princesses too, but they didn’t have any princess stuff so I gave them princess stuff.”
“Aw man,” Danny says to Mark. “How come he gets the sweet princess, and I get the kid who tries to eat the dog?”
“Are you sure you don’t mind parting with your things?” I ask Jamie. “Nope! There should be more princesses.” Then she snuggles closer, a...
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But now that Sabrina’s officially graduated from law school, I can finally pry her away for some adult alone time. My plan is to spend the next ten days making my wife come six ways to Sunday.
Doesn’t matter how many times I see that sign—Tucker’s Bar—I still get this surreal feeling washing over me.
I opened this place right after Jamie was born, and in nearly three years I’d already turned a profit and opened a second location near Fenway. What I hadn’t gotten around to doing yet is moving my little family out of the upstairs apartment.
I mean, there isn’t anything wrong with living on top of a bar, and sure, our loft space has plenty of room for the three of us. But I want Jamie to have a yard. I want Sabrin...
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Mom loves this kid as much as we do. Maybe even more. I mean, hell, she relocated from Texas to Boston to be near us, this woman who hates the winter. Like, loathes it.
I know what I was thinking. I was thinking we’ve been married for a month, and I haven’t been able to properly fuck my wife because little ears hear everything that goes on in this apartment.
And Sabrina won’t let me lock our bedroom door because she has nightmares about Jamie trying to run in to warn us the house is on fire and not being able to. Like she’s a golden retriever.
It’s going to be the perfect cocktail for rest, relaxation, and generally screwing Sabrina’s brains out because having a tiny human running around this place has been a nonstop cockblock. Like, I love the kid, but Mommy and Daddy need to do dirty things to each other.
See, this is why I avoid books with kids, because they ARE cockblocks
