32. Austin

CHAPTER 32

AUSTIN

Dreamboat popped up off the floor like the mole in the Whack-a-Mole game, startled at my sudden appearance. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Costa Rica until Wednesday?"

I craned my neck around to find him standing there in the middle of the living room, hands on his hips, looking at me like I was the one in the wrong here when he was bare-ass-naked with the Commander.

"Today is Wednesday, asshole. But I think the better question is, what the fuck are you doing with that giant ass dildo?" I squinted to look at it over my shoulder. Was that a ... "Wait. Is that a horn?"

I didn't know what to say, and I sure didn't want Greer to see this crazy shit going on in here. It didn't faze me to see him like that, but I sure didn't want my new husband to see him like that. Dreamboat was hot, but no. Just no.

But Dreamboat just looked down at the dildo, then to the commander, who was... glistening?

My brows furrowed as I stared in disbelief. "Why the fuck are you so shiny? What have you two been doing while I was gone?" I really didn't want to know.

The giant bear of a man pointed at my friend. "Ask that asshole," he growled, reaching down to grab the towel. "All I did was take a shower and came out looking like this!" He gestured to his impressive physique and the coating on his skin.

"Is that oil?"

Dreamboat nodded, then laughed. "Yep. It's baby oil. But the prank was supposed to be on you for calling him. Apparently, this old guy doesn't know his colors."

The Commander reached out to grab him again, but Dreamboat slipped out of his hands, cackling like a loon as he jumped behind the sofa.

Before I could yell at them again, Greer groaned behind me. Evidently, I was so caught up in oil wrestling I forgot I had him pressed to the door with my body.

I backed up and whipped my head around to check on him. Taking his face in my hands, I prayed I hadn't given him a concussion. "I'm sorry, babe. Did I hurt you?"

I ran my fingers through his hair and over his head where I'd inadvertently slammed him into the wall, but found no lumps forming on his skull.

"I'm fine, but..."

" Babe ? I thought you hated him?" my nudist of a roommate asked from behind me.

"I thought you hated the Commander," I replied, not looking at him. "But here you are, naked and oiled up like some kind of Turkish Oil wrestling competitor."

Dreamboat laughed. "Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it."

I looked over my shoulder at him, but kept my hands on Greer. "I don't understand you sometimes. Why don't you just admit you like him and fuck each other's brains out like normal people?"

A rumbling chuckle came from the other side of the sofa. "That's what I said. But he has to play these dumbass games."

I shook my head at how much denial my friend lived in. But it suddenly occurred to me, I'd done the same thing. Greer rubbed my back soothingly, but laughed. I wanted to get the fuck out of here and let them do whatever they were doing.

I turned and looked at him pleadingly. "Can we just go home and come back tomorrow?"

Dreamboat snorted. "You are home, dummy. Did you hit your head?"

I sighed as Greer curled his lips in, trying to curb a smile. He raised his brows and nodded his head toward the wrestlers. No time like the present.

I turned and looked at my half-naked friend, who was using a pillow to hide his junk. "No, asshole. We got married. And by the way, I'm moving out. Now you and Jon Cena over there can wrestle all you want."

"Be nice," Greer chuckled, but I didn't feel like being nice.

Dreamboat's eyes sprung open even wider. "Married? Are you serious?"

I held up my left hand so he could see my ring. Jewelry was not my thing, but I was never taking it off.

"Holy fuck! Congratulations, man. We need to celebrate."

"Not with you naked! And don't tell anyone. We want to do that. Go put some fucking clothes on."

He snorted. "I have my fucking clothes on. I'm in my birthday suit."

The Commander chuckled, "God damn. I don't know why I like you."

"Yes, you do. It's because of my..."

"Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled.

I turned and looked at Greer, who simply burst out laughing. And after all this, that alone made me smile.

I took his hand and led him toward my room, where I pulled out my larger duffle bag. Greer looked around while I opened my drawers and pulled out as much as I could get into it.

"Do you own this place?"

I shook my head. "Nah, it's Simon Taylor's place. He leases it to EHM for us. It was really convenient when the three of us moved here. But Phantom lives with Adam, and now I'll be living with you, so I guess Dreamboat and the next hire will live here."

Greer turned to look at me. "Wouldn't that be the Commander?"

I stopped and looked at him. "I guess it would. That ought to be eventful."

He turned and sat down on my bed, rubbing his hand across the cotton duvet. "Do you have personal things you could bring?"

I tilted my head and looked at him. "What kind of personal things?"

His cheeks flushed as he looked at me with bright eyes. "You know. Toys and stuff."

My mouth hung open. "Greer Rowan. Are you asking me if I have sex toys to use on you?"

I expected him to deny it, but my man stood his ground. "Yeah, I guess I am. That horn was interesting. Could be fun."

Laughter bubbled up out of my chest. "You never fail to surprise me. Is that what I get to look forward to in this marriage?" I asked, zipping up the bag.

Greer stood and pushed me back until my back was pressed to the door. He slammed his mouth down on mine, making me weak in the knees. When he pulled back from me, he rested his forehead on mine as I held him to me. "You get to look forward to a life of me worshipping you at every opportunity. Endless kisses, traveling the world, weeks at our home in Costa Rica, and anything else your heart desires."

"You're all my heart desires," I said, kissing him.

We were dragged back into reality when our heartfelt love-fest was interrupted by the fucker on the other side of the door.

"Awww," he crooned from outside my door. "You two are so fucking sweet. Did you hear them?"

The deep chuckle told me he wasn't alone. "You're such an asshole."

"Dare loves me. Right buddy?" he asked through the door.

"Not so much right now. What the fuck do you want?"

He laughed. "I don't want anything, but your brother has been blowing up my phone trying to get in touch with you. You might want to call him."

Concern prickled up my spine. "Did he say what he wanted?"

Greer stepped back so we could both pull out our phones to check for missed calls. If Carter couldn't get me, and it was urgent, I knew he'd call Greer.

"He said it was something with a business proposal."

I glanced at my husband, who shook his head. "Nothing on my phone."

I sighed out a breath of relief. "Yeah, okay. I'll call him tomorrow."

"Okay. We're heading to get some dinner. You two want to join us?"

Greer smiled and shrugged. I never realized how amenable he was.

"No," I called out. "We're going home. Next time."

"Alright. We'll talk tomorrow. Later Greer," he called.

"Goodnight, gentlemen," he replied, then stepped back into my waiting arms. "What do you think Carter wants?"

"I don't know. Probably to tell me about his NHL thing. But it'll wait until tomorrow. He's gonna ask a million questions and I'm just not ready to waste our first night back answering them."

He smiled and nodded. "Do you want me to tell him about us?"

He shrugged. "Maybe we should fly to Chicago and tell him together."

Greer smiled, then kissed me lightly on the lips. "Then let's go home, sweetheart."

I could get used to hearing that too.