"Of course, I was happy with how things were," he grouses. "You're fucking perfect, aren't you, you asshole? I'd have been an idiot not to take you up on that once-in-a-lifetime offer. The great Kaz wants to be my husband? Fuck yes."
Punching him in his rock-hard stomach, I push up and away from him so I can get a better vantage point. "Why haven't we ever talked about this?"
"Because you like to pretend you're perfect and nothing ever phases you?"
His observation, as always, hits the nail right on the head.
"You could pretend not to be such a fucking genius, sometimes you know," I accuse before leaning over and dropping a soft kiss on his lips. "Come, wiseass. It's time for us to pick up our girl and take her out on our first date."
Brennan's full laughter fills the room at my comment, and a grin slips across my face.
Zelda is waiting for us in her bedroom, down the hallway. Picking her up involves leaving the master suite and walking a few feet. However, we got all dressed up and demanded that she do the same.
"Yes, let's."
Fuck. This is going to be much more challenging than I'd ever pictured it to be.
We've been living across the walkway from Zelda forages. Lusting after her for just as long. Slowly falling in love with the cute girl she is the entire time.
This is different, though.
Now she's ours. Or will be very soon.
She’s also sitting across the table from us in a dress that's made to tempt a damn priest.
Lusty red. Wrapped tightly around every single curve. My fingers itch to explore. But we can't. Becauseapparently... it’s frowned upon inpublic.
Those milky white globs of temptation nearly fall from the top of her dress, and her striking red hair is everywhere. I can picture my hands wrapping around those curls and grabbing them so I can guide her bold red lips around my cock.
A groan of lust and pure, unadulterated hunger slips from between my lips without my permission. Brennan snickers as he elbows me in the ribs.
"What's wrong?" the temptress herself asks, looking between us, completely oblivious.
"You look amazing," I say, for what might be the fiftieth time that evening.
An appealing blush rises up her face, and Zelda looks down at her hands. For someone who's into praise kink, she's not exactly used to getting compliments. It's a good thing Brennan and I will do our best to change that.
"That still doesn't tell me what's wrong," she says after a while.
"Oh, sexybutt. That's exactly what's wrong. You look amazing. Tasty. Edible. Absolutely mouth-watering."
Zelda stares at me, her eyes unblinking for a few seconds until she bends over double, peals of giggles coming from her.
"Oh my golly gosh! You guys are too much," she huffs between laughs, struggling for breath.
Brennan and I share a look, and I know he is thinking the exact same thing I am.
"Zelda," Brennan calls out once her laughter dies down. "Sweetums, don't you think you're sexy?"
Her eyes sparkle, filled with delight, as she leans forward, pushing those delectable globes up and out, and it takes all of my willpower not to stare at them.
"Of course, I know I'm sexy. Curves are in," Zelda responds, biting down on the bold red lip. "I'm laughing at the two of you. Have you listened to the way you two talk sometimes? It's like something from a bad eighties porno or my granny's bodice-rippers. '
An involuntary snort escapes my nose as Brennan lets out a groan.
"It's sexy," Brennan defends.
It takes immense effort to keep my face straight.