Page 124 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Ford grins. “He hides his heart behind his goofiness and love for drama. That’s how he deals with everything—humor.”

His eyes move across the restaurant before locking with mine.

“Allie could do a helluva lot worse than Connor. Even though he is a fucking menace.”

I laugh, and the three guys across from us cheer.

“Connor’s the shit,” Jake says.

“Ditto,” Cole and Daltyn say, wide grins on their faces.

I really like these crazy fuckers.

They feel more like family than my own parents.

“I like your teammates,” I whisper in Ford’s ear, my hand grazing his dick. “You’re my absolute favorite, of course.”

“I better be,” he growls, his eyes heating.

A thrill goes through me at the desire lining every inch of his face.

“Be careful, Harper,” he scolds. “If I throw you on this table and fuck you, I’m going to have to kill every fucking person in this restaurant, so no one sees you naked. And that includes my teammates, who I fucking love like my family.”

I laugh, sliding my hand away from his dick. “Down, boy. No need to kill anyone.” I rub his thigh playfully. “I’m just building the anticipation for later.”

He leans in. “I may have you riding my dick before we leave the parking lot.”

I slam my thighs together, heat coursing through my veins.

I like that idea a little too much.

I lookup as Allie stiffly walks to the table, her face pink.

Connor is behind her, smirking like he just won the lottery.

Oh, boy. What the hell happened with those two?

I probably should’ve followed her to the restroom, but I seriously doubted that would’ve deterred Connor.

Ford gives me a knowing look, raising his brows, which pretty much cements my thoughts that there was nothing I could’ve done.

“Let’s all go back to the B&B and have a drink,” Daltyn says. “A celebratory toast to the soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Brooks.”

Cole bangs his fist on the table. “I second this.”

“Motion carried,” Jake says with a grin. “Let’s get out of here.”

Smiling at Ford, I take his hand, letting him help me up from my chair.

From the corner of my eye, Connor puts his arm around Allie’s shoulders.

She gives him a swift slap on the chest before pushing away and stalking to the door, Connor hot on her heels.

“Just let them go,” Ford says, his voice velvety smooth. “Besides, I want some alone time with my fiancé.”

I giggle, falling in step beside him. “You didn’t propose yet.”

He smirks. “Not yet.” He winks at me. “It’s coming though, hummingbird.”

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