Chapter 29 Spencer Nash

My Brothers Enjoy Seeing Me Suffer

Four Days After the Wedding

When I see the same look reflected back at me, I know I can't waste another second without feeling her from the inside.

There's just one problem.

I don't have any condoms with me.

I didn't exactly pack them for this trip. I'm less of a one-night stand sort of guy than, say, Asher might be, and I wasn't expecting the girl I've fallen for to show up, propose marriage, and actually want to have sex.

But I know that look in her eye, and she wants it. I want it.

Now we just have to figure out the logistics.

And by logistics, I mean a private space and a condom. That's literally all I need right now. It's all I can think about right now.

My mind is a haze of lust, and so after I give into temptation and kiss her right in the middle of the dance floor, I grab her hand and lead her over toward the bar.

I don't say a word. I don't have to.

We each grab another drink, and then I spot Asher .

If I had to wager a guess, Lincoln likely doesn't use condoms with his wife—an assumption supported by the fact that they have a kid.

Gray might have some to spare upstairs, but since it's his wedding day, I can't exactly run up to the groom and ask to borrow a condom.

Asher might be my best bet. He's probably got a stash in his pocket, and while I could run out to a store somewhere…I'm not sure I can take another second of waiting.

"Be right back," I say low into her ear, and she nods as she turns to coo over Jolene's baby. I glance at her for just a beat, freezing in my tracks as I see Jolene hand the baby over to her.

Does Grace want kids?

I told my ex I wanted to wait until the end of my contract before I made decisions about kids.

But as I see my wife holding a baby …

I feel a shift in my priorities.

What the fuck?

I beeline for my brother, and I catch him just as he's turning from a conversation with my dad.

"Hey, do you have a condom?" I whisper so only he can hear me.

Asher turns and looks at me, his brows knit together. "Aren't you married? Don't you, like, not need them now? Isn't that sort of the point of marriage?"

I tilt my head and stare at him like he's lost his damn mind. "Are you seriously questioning my intentions right now? Do you have one or not?"

"Yes and no."

"Yes to what? No to what?" I'm too goddamn horny for this conversation.

"Yes, I'm questioning your intentions, and no, I don't have a condom."

"You don't have a condom? You're like the poster boy of random sexual encounters."

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment," he says, tilting his head at me. "But regardless, I'm not really so much a condom kind of guy."

My eyes might bug out of my head a little at his words. "You don't use condoms? But what about STDs?"

"Are we really going to get into this right now? I'm not saying I don't use them. I'm careful, and I certainly don't want to knock anybody up. I use them when it's necessary. But if I don't have one on me, then I guess that means I can't use it. So I don't carry them around, and I hope for the best." He shrugs.

How the fuck are we related?

I blink a few times as I stare at him. I really didn't think I was about to get into a whole condom discussion with my brother when I walked over to approach him, but I give him the older brother spiel anyway. "You need to use one every time to protect yourself and your partner," I scold.

"Right. Are you going to stand here lecturing me, or are you going to move onto someone else who might actually carry condoms in their pocket so you can get laid?"

I blow out a breath and keep my fuck you in my head as I spin around and look for Grayson. He may be my final hope here.

I see him talking to some buddies, and I make my way in that direction. They're all laughing about something, and I wait to ask my question.

Grayson acknowledges my presence with a quick nod, and I lean in toward him. "Can I ask you a question? Privately?"

He glances at Beckett then turns toward me. "What?"

"Do you have any condoms?"

His brows rise. "I do, but they're probably expired by now since I haven't used one in months with Ava. Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think?"

He laughs. Clearly, my brothers enjoy seeing me suffer. "Master bathroom, third cabinet door from the left under the counter. Take the whole box if you want. Just stay off my bed."

"Got anywhere else I can go?"

"You're that desperate?" he asks.

"You have no idea." I'm definitely that desperate, and I hear the desperation in my own tone.

"Nobody is staying in the third-floor guest room where you usually stay. Enjoy. Be safe. And for God's sake, make sure she gets hers. "

I make a face of disgust at the insult. "Who do I look like, Asher?"

He laughs. "To be honest, man, I'd expect shit like this out of Asher. Vegas Spencer is just full of surprises."

He's not wrong. But I don't have time to chat about it.

"Thanks, brochacho." I rush away from him back toward my wife, wait until she finishes her sentence, and then I lead her toward the house so we can go find that third-floor guest room that will henceforth be known as the room where I first fucked my wife.