Page 152 of Pucking Tangled
Dean surprised them all when he added, “To love. In all its forms.”
FIFTY-TWO
Waylon
Waylon had beenin some weird places and seen some weird things in his life.
The back of a bus with a flat tire in the middle of Wyoming. A grocery store aisle while Luca nearly had a meltdown over two identical jars of pesto. The time Owen tried a juice cleanse and nearly passed out during practice.
Butthis?
This topped everything.
“Luca,” he said slowly, staring up at the large, brass chandelier on the front porch made entirely of entwined antlers andhandcuffs. “I need to ask you a serious question.”
Luca looked up from the Airbnb key code he was punching into the keypad. “What?”
“Did you book us a sex cabin?”
Luca’s brows furrowed as he pushed open the door. “No. I booked us a rustic luxury hill country cabin with a hot tub and vineyard views.”
Mia went first, taking three steps inside before pausing. “Okay, so, uh… is that a… velvet swing?”
Casey darted in after her, already laughing. “Itis.Oh my God. It’s mounted to the ceiling. And there are mirrorseverywhere.Luca, you sweet, oblivious bastard.”
“Let’s not rush to judgment,” Owen said as he stepped into the living room, his gaze sweeping over the heart-shaped soaking tub, the bottle of complimentary champagne on the fur-covered coffee table, and the leather harness folded neatly on a nearby armchair. “Nope, yeah. Definitely a sex cabin.”
Waylon was still standing at the threshold, grinning like a cat that ate the canary. “Guys, I think I just reached a higher plane of existence.”
Luca groaned and dragged a hand down his face. “I booked it for the location! It had five stars and a private deck!”
“And apparently free lube in every drawer,” Casey called from down the hall. “This place isamazing!”
“I’m going to die,” Luca muttered, his face—no scratch that—his entire body glowing red, a light sheen of sweat covering his exposed skin.
“No,” Owen said, turning toward Luca with a bemused on his face, his voice deadpan. “You’re going to sleep in a round bed with silk sheets while we all pretend this was accidental.”
Waylon just stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in. The cabin was actually gorgeous—vaulted ceilings, fireplace, mood lighting—but every design choice screamedadults only, leave your modesty at the door.
There were mood candles already lit.
There were rose petals on the pillows.
There was a mirror on the ceilingandone across fromthe giant rain shower that was just through the glass doors on the back patio.
He peeked in the bathroom and let out a whoop. “Mia! This tub is bigger than the one in Owen and Casey’s room!”
Mia brushed past him and picked up a bottle labeledSensual Healing Bubble Bath.“Mmm. Thisistempting.”
Waylon shrugged like he wasn’t at all affected by the atmosphere and the thought of making the most of the…um…resources with Mia. “I’m just saying, the vibes are vibing,” he joked, walking back into the living room.
Luca collapsed onto the velvet couch and groaned. “This is my nightmare.”
“No,” Owen said gently, squeezing Luca’s shoulders. “This is our very hilarious, veryon-brandgroup vacation.”
Things had been emotionally intense since they’d gone public, since they came out to the families, and since Owen opened up about his own parental issues. But here, in this weird little wine-country wonderland, things feltlighter. Playful.
And maybe a little dangerous in the best kind of way.
