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“Merry Christmas,” he echoes, his voice holding that sleepy, content quality of a fuck well done. “We should shower.”
“No rush,” I assure him with a yawn. We have forever, after all.
Tequila Wedding
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“Hit the bar downstairs?” Ollie suggests.
“Abso-fucking-loutely. Let’s get so drunk we make some bad decisions,” I joke, sliding back off the bed and grabbing my shoes to slip them back on. We only have one night in Vegas, so we may as well make the most of it.
Ollie
By the time we make it downstairs, the tequila from the room is already going to my head, making me a little dizzy and loose all over. This is probably a dangerous way to be feeling around Daniel. I’m bound to say or do something stupid.
“Can we get a couple of margaritas, heavy on the tequila please?” Daniel asks, leaning over the bar with a playful grin tilting the edges of his lips, a strand of hair falling over his forehead, his cheeks pink from the alcohol he’s been drinking through the night.
“Is more tequila a good idea?” I ask warily.
“You don’t want to mix liquors,” he says wisely. “Trust me, you’re in good hands.”
I chuckle and settle onto the bar stool. I’ll probably be sick as hell later, but anything is better than being all up in my own head about Cole’s wedding and the weirdness between me and Daniel.
A few minutes later, the bartender places a couple of margaritas the size of our heads in front of us. And one sip tells me he took Daniel’s request seriously. Even after everything I’ve had to drink tonight, I can still taste the tequila in it, which means this shit has to be at least fifty-percent booze. Daniel hums happily, his lips wrapped around the straw as he sucks down a generous amount of his drink.
My eyes get caught on the pucker of his lips and the clouded look in his eyes. It’swaytoo reminiscent of the way he looked when he sucked me off all those months ago. My cock gives a lazy twitch, and I lick my lips. At least IthinkI lick my lips. They’re pretty numb at this point, so it’s hard to tell.
“Okay, so this whole love thing. You’re really going to have to help me out. If I’m ever going to get this stupid speech right, I need to get into this sappy, lovey-dovey mindset you have.”
I arch an eyebrow at him. “My explanation in the room a few minutes ago wasn’t enough for you?”
“I don’t know.” He sighs and drags his finger along the rim of his glass, gathering the salt and then licking it off. My eyes linger on the way he drags his tongue over his finger, my insides heating with interest. Is hetryingto tease me? Or is he completely unaware of how fucking irresistible he is?
I shake my head, mentally scolding myself for being an idiot. How many rejections do I need from the same man before I get the hint?
“I just don’t get it,” he goes on. “I heard everything you said, but I just…I can’t imagine how it would feel to trust someone that much, towantto be with someone that much.”
I stare at him for a few seconds. How can it be that he’s made it almost forty years without ever feeling that way about anyone? I take another long sip from my drink, and I notice the room feels like it’s swaying a lot more than it should be. Fuck, I’m going to besohungover tomorrow.
“I’ve thought about you a lot since August,” I confess without meaning to. I’m sure I opened my mouth to respond to what he just said, but apparently my tongue decided to ride solo on this one, no input from my brain necessary.
Daniel gets a dopey, drunk smile on his face, leaning forward on his stool until I’m afraid he’s going to topple over. He catches the edge of the bar at the last second to save himself and giggles.
“About your cock in my mouth?” he guesses.
“No,” I answer.
“Liar,” he accuses, still grinning from ear to ear.
“Okay, yes,” I admit. I’m probably blushing, but I can’t feel that either. “But it’s notallI’ve thought about.” I shouldn’t tell him this, but it seems the tequila has loosened my tongue as much as it’s numbed it.
“What’ve you thought about?” he asks, swaying a little in his seat again. I’d reach out to stabilize him, but I’m afraid if I move too quickly, I might end up on the floor right along with him. How much have we had to drink at this point? Too much, that’s for sure.
“I’ve thought about how sweet you were that night. You didn’t have to cheer me up, but you did anyway.”
He giggles again and shrugs. “You were like this sad little puppy; what was I supposed to do?”
“You have a really good heart,” I insist, and his already rosy cheeks deepen in color.
