Page 215 of Pucking Sweet

Yeah, eat a dick, Rowan.

I think it, I don’t say it. Instead, I wrap an arm around Lukas, pulling him a step back. “Well, it was great to meet you all, but we gotta get checked in. We’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”

“You’re gonna cover the dick tattoo, right?” Anderson calls after us. “This is a nice hotel, and we’re nice people.”

Could’ve fucking fooled me.

“I’ll make sure he puts on long sleeves,” I say, still pulling Lukas back. We turn away to the sound of their laughter, nearly tripping over our bags in the process.

Their voices fade away as they all walk off toward the elevators.

Lukas ducks down, grabbing the strap of his weekender bag, and slinging it over his shoulder. “Hey, Coley, be a pal and check. Is there blood coming out of my goddamn ears?” He tips his head to the side.

“No, why?”

“Okay, cool. So, it justfeltlike all the vessels in my head were exploding.”

I know the feeling. “Man, fuck Rowan, eh?”

Lukas just grinds his teeth, walking up to the empty check-in counter. “That fucking weasel’s gonna eat my fist if he comes at me again, I swear to fucking god.”

I grab the back of his shirt. “Hey—rules oneandtwo.”

“I’ll be nice to him if he’s nice to me,” he growls. “And rule two only applies to the groom.”

“This is for Poppy,” I remind him. “She wants us to make a good impression.”

“Coley, they made up their minds about us long before we ever walked through that door.”

I know, he’s right. This is a total lost cause. But I’ll be damned if I’m gonna do anything to add stress to Poppy’s waking nightmare of a weekend. “Come on,” I beg him. “We said we would do this. We love her. She’s worth it, right?”

He sighs. “Yeah, she’s fucking worth it.”

I smile, patting his back. “That’s the spirit. Hey, maybe before the rehearsal dinner, we can go get His & His eels shoved up our asses?”

He snorts a laugh.

We then spend the next twenty minutes getting checked in and finding our room, exchanging ideas of all the things we’d rather be doing than attending this goddamn wedding.

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“Oh, thank god,” I cry, opening the door of my hotel room to find my guys lounging on the bed. They leap up as I hurry in. I kiss Colton, then Lukas. Arms around their waists, I just breathe them in.

“That bad, huh?” Colton teases, his hand smoothing down my back.

“Worse,” I say. “Tell me why I agreed to do this again?”

“Hell if we know,” Lukas mutters.

Colton brushes my hair back from my face. “What happened, babe?”

“Oh, you know, my mom is still upset because I showed up looking so pregnant.” I gesture down at my super obvious baby bump. “I don’t know what she expected, seeing as I’m twenty-two weeks along, and I’m only five-foot-two and one hundred and ten pounds. I mean, the baby has to go somewhere.”

I step between them, moving over to the vanity. “And my aunt Tilly thinks I need fillers in my forehead. Oh, and if Lemon calls me ‘brave’ one more time for having this baby ‘all on my own,’ I’m gonna find an actual lemon and choke her with it.”

“Cool. I’ll hold her down,” says Lukas. “In other news, we met your fucking ex.”

I spin around. “Where? Oh god, you know I wanted to be there to referee all interactions with the ‘A’ word—and yes, I mean ‘Asshole.’”

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