Page 50 of Broken Trust

Kellen adjusted his cufflinks. “No one can outshine a man on his wedding day.”

Atlas begged to differ. His mate was going to put every man to shame when he arrived.

Colt begrudgingly took the shoes and sat in one of the kitchen chairs. He removed his boots, tossed them aside, and then made a production out of trying to get the dress shoes on. “They don’t fit.”

“Stop manhandling them,” Kellen snarled. “Those are made of calfskin.”

“I’m sorry if I’m supposed to be impressed,” Colt growled. “They’re shiny black shoes with Dior stamped on them.”

“Embossed, not stamped,” Kellen argued. “They weren’t made with loud machinery like your boots.”

“You’re being very pretentious right now,” Colt snarled.

Kellen narrowed his eyes. “You cribbed that word from Jacob.”

“Stop!” Atlas held out his arms as if Kellen and Colt were going to physically fight again. “I’m getting a goddamn migraine! Kellen, stop being pretentious. Colt, stop whining like a baby. If you two don’t act civil toward each other, you’re going to be watching the wedding from your time-out corners. Do I make myself clear?”

“I’m not a child,” Kellen growled.

“Then stop acting like you two are five years old.” Atlas rubbed his temples. “Colt, get your freaking shoes on. Kellen, just stand there and not act like a fashion diva for ten minutes.”

“Yes, Father,” Colt grunted as he slid them on.

“You’re so dramatic when you don’t want to do something,” Atlas said. “Don’t you dare kick these off before the night is over or tug at your clothes. And for fuck’s sake, stop bitching about going to a wedding. It’s not like you’re the one getting married.”

“Thank god,” Colt grumbled. “You do realize I’m older than you.”

Atlas pointed a finger at the back door. “Get your GQ asses out to the car.”

He was going to need an entire bottle of wine to deal with them. Atlas only had a sister, but he was pretty sure brothers weren’t supposed to bicker so much, especially when they were grown men.

“I’m sorry.” Kellen kissed Atlas’s knuckles. “I promise to be on my best behavior…when we get to the church.”

“Are you sure sedatives don’t work on shifters?” Atlas asked. “I could slip some into both your drinks and have a peaceful night.”

Kellen chuckled. “He’ll be fine once we get there. He’s still nervous about being around your family.” Kellen’s smile faded. “He hasn’t had a lot of opportunities to enjoy life.”

“So why are you being so cranky?” Atlas was irritated but not enough to pull his hand from Kellen’s.

His mate shrugged. “Maybe I’m a little nervous too.”

Atlas was going to make it his mission to see that Kellen and Colt had a great time today, even if it killed them.

“Don’t forget we’re meeting Morgan and Sam at the ice cream hut tomorrow.” Atlas grabbed his wallet off the counter and tucked it into his back pocket.

“Haven’t forgotten.” When Kellen kissed him, Atlas thought it would be a quick peck. Not even close. He swept his tongue into Atlas’s mouth, growling softly.

“Can you two do that another time?” Colt said when he came back inside. “My stomach is already in knots about today. I don’t need to gag on my way there from seeing my brother make out in front of me.”

Atlas smiled against Kellen’s lips as Colt walked out again. “I love having your tongue down my throat, gorgeous.”

Kellen pulled away and swatted Atlas’s ass. “Say that to me later tonight in bed when I have your naked body trapped under me.”

“Let me drive Lucille to the church and I’ll say whatever you want me to.”

Kellen grinned as he shook his head. “Nice try, babe.”

Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the church. Kellen took Atlas’s hand in his as they entered. The bride’s side of the aisle held about thirty guests while Craig’s side was teeming with relatives.

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