Page 33 of Party Favors
“Oh!” Wren rushed to Benji, and they proceeded to whisper with each other, a happy gleam growing in Benji’s eyes with each gesture of Wren’s hands.
He turned on his heels and disappeared into the bedroom.
“I’m not sure I trust your scheming, Wren,” William said, his voice foreboding.
“Oh.You will.”
“What did you suggest?” Amanda asked. Wren settled back down next to her.
“You’ll see.”
Benji rushed back out of the bedroom a few minutes later, and everyone gasped. He was still wearing the same pants, velvet jacket, and white dress shirt, but the shirt was unbuttoned to midabdomen.
Underneath the white shirt was a leather harness crisscrossing his chest. It had fine silver ring connectors.
“Yes!” Wren pumped her fist. “I knew that would be fucking awesome.”
“Bravo, Benji. You look great. Wear that,” Rosie said from the phone. Amanda nodded.
Benji glanced at everyone, a small slip of vulnerability in his eyes. His gaze landed on William, who was staring at him with a stunned expression.
William slowly stood up. To Rosie, he said, “You don’t need to see what’s going to happen next. Love you. Bye.” He hung up and tossed the phone on the couch, Rosie’s laugh abruptly cutting off. He stalked toward Benji.
“You like it?” Benji grinned. William’s only response was a sexy grumble. Benji laughed and said, “Oh no. Not in front of the ladies, mister.”
William kissed him anyway.
“All right, you two. Save it for tomorrow night,” Wren said. She jumped up and pushed between the men, fussing with Benji’s shirt. “Can I take a picture of you and put it on my Instagram?”
Amanda assumed that meant Wren had designed the harness. It was in line with Wren’s normal stuff, a mix between soft and hard.
“Wait! Let’s do that on New Year’s Eve. I’ll fix my hair tomorrow,” Benji said.
Amanda tried to imagine herself in a leather harness, but she couldn’t quite make it compute in her brain. Wren, on the other hand, would appear in control and tough and sexy.
“Okay, sweetheart.” William kissed Benji over Wren’s head. She gave him a dirty look. “Go change out of this, and we’ll order dinner.”
Dinner ended up being pizza from a local place a few miles away. It was smart to eat because Amanda needed to sober up if she was going to talk Wren into sex again tonight.
And she undeniably wanted sex.
She had under forty-eight hours to spend with Wren, and she was going to make the most of them.
Though this was pretty nice too. Leaning into each other while they ate greasy supreme pizza and drank soda. The laughter of long-time friends. The sparkle of snow outside the large windows.
“Your turn, Wren,” Benji said. “If you could go anywhere in the world next year, where would it be?”
Without missing a beat, Wren said, “Napa.”
Amanda’s heart tried to launch through her chest in a spray of confetti.
“Why Napa?” William asked. “You’re not that into wine.”
“That’s where Amanda lives.”
“Ooooh.” Benji smiled. “Good choice. I’d go to Prince Edward Island.”
“Dare I ask why?” William said.
