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“Or should I just go ahead and tell the fine folks down here that we’ll be minus two for brunch?”
“That… might be best.”
“Didja have a good time?”You couldn’t stuff more absolute delight into those five words. Not even with a battering ram.
“Mmm.”
“Didja remember what to do? I mean, it’s been a good damn minute since you last got some. Did you remember how things work? Were you a gentleman?”
I snorted into Wyatt’s ribs.
“Oh, is that Noël?”Liam, if at all possible, sounded even more chipper.“Lemme say good mornin’. Wereallydo need to look into that two-for-one special, man. I’m sure they could—”
“Mmm!”
Liam laughed.“We’re gonna be down at the pool after brunch. We’ll be there until one o’clock, and then we’ve got the afternoon thing. Meet up with us if you guys wanna join in.”
“Mmm, yep,” Wyatt rumbled.
“Give Noël a big good mornin’ kiss—”
“Yep, see you later.” Wyatt dropped the phone back into the cradle.
“We’re late for brunch?” I asked.
Wyatt ran his hand through my wild hair. I could feel how dissolute and louche I was, from the ache in my muscles to the sticky saltiness coating my skin. “Yeah, we are. Completely overslept.”
“Oops.” I scrunched up my face. “I think we only got to sleep a few hours ago.”
Wyatt’s cheeks pinked. “I think you’re right.”
“You know…” I nibbled on Wyatt’s belly, sucking tiny hickeys into the skin above his navel. His cock was hard and hot, and my mouth was watering. “We could probably have brunch right here…” Another nibble. “Right now.”
It was after noon by the time we made it out of Wyatt’s room. We’d showered together, eaten real food, and now looked mostly—barely—presentable.
We strolled down to the pool hand in hand, gloriously relaxed, well-fucked and delighted about it. Before we’d left, I’d plastered him to the wall and tried to suck his tonsils out, and he’d shoved me against the door and tried to hump me through our shorts. Only the complete desert dryness of our balls and the lingering soreness from our marathon sexcapade had saved us. If I’d been physically capable, I’d have taken Wyatt right there on the floor.
Savannah and Trish watched us stroll up in their chaises, both sipping on Bloody Marys. “He-yy,” Savannah called. “Afternoon, you two.”
Liam and Jason were in the pool, and Liam was helping Jason balance on an inflatable raft while he pretended to surf. “Hi, Mr. Noël!” Jason called. “Do you want to watch me surf?”
“We’ll be right there, Jase!” Wyatt led us on a quick detour to the poolside bar to grab drinks, and, naturally, because the world liked to laugh at me, our good friend Luis was behind the counter.
“Buenos dias,señors!” Luis poured us each a tall glass of champagne. “How is the happy couple this morning?”
Liam’s eyebrows crawled to his hat brim.
“Fantastic.” Wyatt looped his arm around my neck and kissed my temple. I melted into his side and ran my hand over his stomach.
We toasted each other and then raised our glasses to Luis, who smiled at us like we were his most favorite couple in all his years of running champagne from one corner of the resort to the other. “Felicidades,” he said.
Wyatt and I joined Liam and Jason at the pool. The unbridled joy on Liam's face was impossible to miss. He smiled so huge it was like a clown had decided to take uppers and his face had frozen in pure glee.
We dipped our feet into the warm pool next to Liam and Jason. Jason was already going a mile a minute, rattling off everything he’d done since his eyes had opened that morning. “—and I had chocolate chip pancakes and bacon and chocolate milk, and Grandma gave me a slice of her french toast, and Dad made me eat half a banana—” He rolled his eyes and then he was off again. “And when we got here, I swamten lapsall on my own, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth—"
“Did you give him a shot of insulin along with all that sugar?” Wyatt asked over Jason’s head.
Liam laughed. “Nice hickey, bro. Goes good with your tan.”
