Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
Emmet
I hadn’t anticipated this weekend being such an emotional rollercoaster, but it needed to happen.
We needed to have that conversation, and I’m not sure what it means or what’s going to happen, but after standing in the hallway for far too long, hugging each other, we decided we should get food.
So we went to our rooms to change. I had time to shower since Adam had to go downstairs to get a new key.
Once that was done, we went in search of food.
The lunch rush had just ended so finding somewhere to go wasn’t difficult. We didn’t talk much while we ate, and we didn’t hang around either. He paid the bill and now we’re walking along the beach, the sun bright as if it didn’t downpour earlier today.
“So, have you met Dominic’s fiance?” Adam asks.
“Yep. He’s hot.”
Adam huffs a laugh. “Is he good for Dominic? Pretty sure he’s the reason he was selling his house.”
“I saw them at the bar a couple times. They left with another guy one night and I’m pretty sure they had a wild threesome.” I laugh and so does Adam. “I don’t know Mikah that well, but if Dominic is tying himself down, he must be worth it.”
“Good point. So, serious question,” Adam says, looking at me with a smirk.
“What?” I ask carefully.
“Have you watched any of his videos?”
The shock must be written all over my face because Adam throws his head back and laughs so hard. It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“Well, with a reaction like that I’m going to guess you have,” I say.
He shrugs. “Guilty.”
“Adam Anderson!” I chastise playfully, nudging him with my elbow. “You’ve watched my brother’s porn?”
“Oh, knock it off. He’s not even your real brother.” He bumps me with his shoulder, and I’m starting to think he just wants to touch me as badly as I want to touch him. ‘You’re not going to tell me you haven’t.”
“I mean, I didn’t watch it, exactly.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means I was curious and I checked it out, but I didn’t enjoy it. He’s my brother.”
“He’s your ex-foster brother.”
“Still,” I say, shaking my head. “He’s too much like a brother. It was weird.”
“Well, I thought it was hot.”
“Hopefully not hotter than me,” I mutter under my breath.
“No way,” he says. “Nothing is hotter than you.”
Adam winks, and I almost trip over my own two feet. He reaches over to take my hand, linking our fingers together. My chest warms, but my heart aches. I don’t know what we’re doing.
“I don’t want to be afraid of losing you, Emmet. I’m sorry that I am.” He pauses, then adds, “Let’s get through this weekend together, and when we get back home, we can talk about us.”
“You say ‘get through this weekend’ like it’ll be a chore.”
I don’t mean for it to come out moody, but it does.
He stops, pulling me to a stop with him. “It’s not. It won’t be. I didn’t mean it like that. I just know things are confusing right now.”
“Then why can’t we talk now?”
“Because we have a wedding to go to in a few hours, and I don’t want to be in a foul mood.”
“Why is talking about it going to put you in a foul mood?” I argue, pulling my hand from his.
He watches me carefully. “You’re being defensive, and that’s fair. But please don’t start a fight with me.”
I grit my teeth, then look away. Closing my eyes, I take a breath. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just…”
“Upset. As you should be. This is why I want to wait to talk.” He steps closer to me, putting his hands on my hips. “I don’t want to be your enemy, Emmet. I swear, I want this with you. Hell, even Leslie knows.”
“What?” I step back and out of his grip. “How?”
“Because I’m more obvious than I thought, I guess.
” I raise a brow, wanting more than that.
So he explains what she said and how she figured it out as we keep walking.
I keep my hands shoved in my shorts pockets, worried he’s going to take hold of it again.
I love holding his hand, but I really am being defensive.
I’m worried he’s going to pull me in again just to push me away.
“I guess now that I think about it, it all makes sense that my worry was something other than you being a guy. I guess it was easy to blame it on that, but deep down, that wasn’t my issue.
I just needed someone to call me out on it. ”
“Well, you’re welcome,” I say seriously, but smile so he knows I’m partly joking.
We walk along the beach for a while, enjoying the sun, until we have to go back to the hotel to get ready for the wedding.
It’s a simple thing on the beach, with only a few of their closest friends.
I never thought this is what Dom would have for a wedding, though if I’m being honest, I didn’t think he’d end up married at all.
I’m special enough to Dominic for him to invite me here, yet I’ve never opened up to him about Adam. I can’t do that today or even this weekend, but I need to. Maybe I’ll take a trip to Cali after he gets back from his honeymoon, this way we can have an actual conversation about it.
There’s a knock on my door, and I pull it open, expecting to see Adam.
It’s Dominic.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, leaning in to hug him. He pats me on the back, then pulls away and grins down at me.
“I’m getting married,” he says, moving into my room. He’s in a pair of basketball shorts and a T-shirt, which is so unlike him. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him, close to a year, but he looks exactly the same, except for the lovesick happiness in his eyes that makes me want to vomit.
“Yeah, which is why I want to know why you’re here, in my room.”
“Because you’re an asshole and haven’t made time to see me since you got in.”
“Sorry, I just figured you were busy.”
“Sure you did.”
“I did. And it was raining earlier.”
“I’m staying in the same hotel as you, Emmet. Don’t give me that shit. Where is he?”
“Who?” I demand, throwing my arms up.
“Adam.”
I roll my eyes. “In his own room…”
He gives me a disbelieving look. “Whatever. You’re hanging out after the wedding, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Cool. And let’s grab breakfast tomorrow, yeah?” he moves back toward the door, pulling it open. “Actually, let’s make it brunch. I need to have Mikah for breakfast.”
I bark out a laugh. “Yeah, sure thing, Dom. I’ll call you in the morning.”
Dominic steps out into the hall. “Oh, hello, Adam,” he says suggestively.
“Hey, Dominic,” Adam returns before pushing the door open and coming inside. “You almost done?”
“Yep,” I say as the door falls closed. “Just need my shoes.”
“Was he looking for a place to hide?”
“Nope. Was just mad that I haven’t seen him yet.”
Adam laughs. “He’s such an attention whore.”
“He really is, though.”
“Before we go,” Adam starts, digging into his pocket. He pulls out a slim bottle of alcohol. “We’re taking shots.”
I snatch the bottle from his hand, twist off the cap, and take a swig of the whiskey and hand it back.
I go in search of my shoes, slip them on, then fix my hair.
Adam comes into the bathroom with me, handing me the bottle again while he turns his head from side to side and brushes his fingers through his hair to fix it.
“The wind is just going to mess it up,” I say.
“True, but first impressions and all.”
We walk down to the beach together, where there is a small area set up with chairs. Dominic and Mikah are already there, and I almost can’t believe how quickly Dominic got ready considering he looked like a bum about thirty minutes ago.
“Hey, you think they make porn together?” Adam asks as we get closer to them.
“Oh, one hundred percent,” I answer. “Mikah is a cam boy too.”
“No shit?” Adam laughs. “Hm, well, I guess that’s one way to do it.”
“They’re probably going to put up a special tonight. Wedding Night Blow Jobs or something.”
“Cum watch us get married.”
“Oh, or maybe Married in Pound Town.”
Adam really laughs at that one, then says, “Think they’ll use cock rings? Put them on each other’s boners while they recite their vows?”
“Oh my god, I hope so! Can you imagine?”
“No, not really,” Adam says, then looks over at Dominic and Mikah. “We should have gotten them a bouquet of dildos.”
“Jesus,” I choke out.
“So much potential,” Adam says with a smile.
“It’s official, Adam. We are never getting married.”
He gasps, putting his hand on his chest. “Now, that’s just rude.”
I step up to him, lowering my voice and saying, “If we were to get married, no one sees your boner but me.”
“I could be persuaded into that,” he says lowly.
My dick stirs in my pants, and I have to step away because why are we talking about getting married and why is it so sexual? We’re at a damn wedding—my brother’s wedding!
“Hey, so glad you could make it,” Dominic says cheerily.
“You look fucking hot, bro,” I say, patting him on the shoulder. He’s wearing a light grey suit with a light blue shirt, while Mikah is the opposite in a blue suit that not many people could pull off.
“He does, doesn’t he?” Mikah says with a smile.
“And so do you. This is Adam, by the way,” I say, gesturing with a jerk of my head. “We’ve been friends for a while. Dominic knows him too.”
Mikah holds out his hand.
“Mikah, Dominic’s soon to be husband,” he says.
“Not soon enough,” Dominic adds, nudging Mikah with his elbow.
“In like ten minutes.”
“Still not soon enough.”
Mikah rolls his eyes, and Adam and I both laugh.
“We actually have to head over there, but we will see you after, right? At the bar.” Dominic raises a brow.
“We will be there,” I assure him. “I already told you this.”
He gives me the middle finger then walks off.
Adam and I find a seat, and the ceremony starts shortly after, just as the sun goes down.
It’ll make for some beautiful photos, which I’m sure is what they planned for.
The ceremony is quick, and thankfully they do not place cock rings on each other’s dicks.
Before I know it, they’re practically tearing each other’s clothes off during their kiss, and then we’re heading up the beach to the bar where they’re having their reception.