Page 271 of The Baby Bargain
Griffin shrugsI know what I've got. He shares a look with Wes. Even though their lives have gone in different directions—Wes is father of the year, whereas Griffin and Juliette are incredibly uninterested in children—they're still best friends.
We're all close. Yeah, we're dysfunctional, and ridiculous, and sometimes immature, but we're family.
Griffin stands. Grabs the champagne. "I'm popping this fucking thing."
"'Cause it reminds you of coming?" Wes raises a brow.
Griffin's smile gets wicked. "'Cause it reminds me of licking champagne off my wife's tits." He grabs a corkscrew, holds the bottle against his hip, pushes the sharp edge into the cork.
Bam—
The cork hits the ceiling.
Foam spills over the bottle.
"Should I go on?" Griffin looks to Wes for an answer.
"You know you want him to," Hunter says.
Wes grabs the champagne flutes from the side table. Brings them to Griff. "It's up to the groom."
"You need a dirty story to rev you up enough to fuck your wife later?" Griffin asks.
His words dissolve the second they hit my ears.
There's only one thing in my head.
Tonight, Ariel is going to be my wife.
Tonight, I'm going to fuck my wife.
What could be better than that?
"Shit, we lost him too." Wes shakes his head.
Griff fills the glasses. "He's not as bad as you."
Wes brings a glass to me. He nudges my shoulder. "Look alive, kid. You've only got ten minutes until show time."
I take the glass. Let the bubbles burst on my tongue.
We shift into our usual teasing. The same shit as always. Only it's not.
Everything changes today.
Everything.
* * *
Ariel
Forest shoots me a shit-eating grin.One that screamsI know exactly what Chase is thinking and I'm not going to tell you.
He's pure evil.
He really is.
"You want one more?" He nods to the champagne on the vanity.
