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I dropped the staff immediately and sent her a pleading glance. “Come on, Waves. Don’t you want to experiment, even a little?” Grinning mischievously, I lowered my voice and taunted, “I’ll let you catch me by the neck and reel me in.”

Temptation swam in her gaze at that offer before she dropped her attention to the costume and grimaced. “But do I really have to wear that ?”

“Not outside this room,” I promised, unable to handle even the thought of anyone else seeing her in it.

“I would have to kill everyone who looked at you. But in here…” I shuddered and grew a semi just thinking about it.

“It’s cosplay, baby,” I cajoled, trying to use what little penis power I had on her. “Let’s have a little fun.”

She looked at me, not saying no. So I threw in a little frosting on top. “I’ll dress up for you too. As anything you want.”

Her eyes met mine, and I knew I’d just gotten my way. “Your cowboy hat,” she told me immediately, not even needing time to think it through. “Jeans—that pair I always tell you makes your butt look good. And boots. No shirt.”

“Wow.” My eyebrows spiked, equal parts charmed and surprised by how eager she was to see me decked out in something playful. “But okay.” Slapping my hands together and rubbing them with relish, I grinned lasciviously. “Let’s do this.”

* * *

We closed the door and dressed on either side of the room, our backs to each other so we could turn around and do our costume reveals at the same time.

Even though I kept the shirt off as she requested, I found a black leather vest in the bottom of a drawer from back in my rodeo days I thought she might like, and I tugged that bad boy on before shimmying into my boots and grabbing my hat.

“Ready,” I called. “What about you?”

“Not even…close,” she growled in frustration and I could hear material stretching. “How many different parts come with this freaking torture device?”

“A lot,” I admitted happily, doing a little dance of eagerness as I waited. “The better to build anticipation as I peel them off you, my dear.”

“Oh Lord,” she groaned, and I could just hear her rolling her eyes with that tone.

It made me snicker before I smiled broadly. “You are so awesome for doing this.”

“Yeah, well, you better remember it for when I want something someday,” she grumbled.

Since I already planned to always give her anything she wanted, I only shrugged, completely unconcerned. “You got it, darlin’.”

“Alright,” she finally announced. “I think—grr—okay. I think I’m ready now.”

“Really?”

“Yep. Count down from three?” she asked.

“Whatever you say, Mistress,” I murmured, my blood pounding in anticipation.

Waverly did the countdown, and we spun toward each other at the same time.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, unable to stop gaping at how hot she looked. And those legs.

She nodded, clearly agreeing, her wide eyes unable to stop tracking their way over my body. “I—I’m going to need to have sex with you. Like, right now,” she ordered.

“Darlin’...” I gave a long, low whistle. “You stole the words right out of my mouth.” Body thickening with need, I stepped toward her.

And she sidestepped me right back, the hungry glint in her gaze making her actions look more like she was a predator circling her prey instead of an innocent, frightened shepherdess evading a shifty cowboy.

Tipping my hat at her with one finger, I winked. “Howdy there, ma’am. What’s a delicious morsel like you doing on this side of the pasture?”

She giggled and blushed, loving every second of my flirting.

Then she cleared her throat and dug into her role, batting her lashes right back at me. “Why, I’m just looking for my wayward cowboy. He got loose from his herd and wandered off; I’m here to…lure him back to my bed.”

When she paused dramatically to put herself on display, my eyebrows arched with interest, and my dick went rock hard.

“You haven’t seen him, have you?” she asked, putting a sensual, breathy emphasis in her voice.

Licking my tongue over my bottom lip hungrily, I flickered my gaze over her body and answered, “Well, now… I just might have. What’s the lucky bastard look like?”

Her gaze lifted to mine meaningfully before she said, “He looks just like you,” and she reached out her hook, expertly catching me around the back of the neck.

“Holy fuck,” I groaned, my eyelids going heavy with desire. “You’re really good at this.”

Breaking character, she flashed me a pleased grin. “Thanks.”

And she started to draw me in, pulling me closer with her hook, only for a knock to sound on the door right before it flew open.

“Pack your shit, Duggie,” Parker announced, barging inside without waiting for an invitation—or a fuck off, which is what he would’ve gotten had he waited. “You’re coming with me to—holy shit!”

He froze two steps into the room and gaped open-mouthed at Waverly, who screamed in alarm and dropped her hook before diving behind me to hide herself.

“What the hell?” I roared, lifting my hands at Ohrley for an explanation.

Parker took a moment to shake his head, trying to clear it, then he sent me an incredulous glance demanding, “What the hell right back to you?”

I ground my teeth. “It’s called roleplay, asshole. Now get the fuck out.”

He blurted out a laugh, then managed to smother it as he lifted his hands in surrender and slowly started to back toward the exit. “Jesus, lock the fucking door next time, will you?”

“Or how about you wait for an all-clear after fucking knocking?” I countered.

“Right. My bad,” Parker agreed, only to glance between me and Waverly again and burst, full-out belly laughing. “Holy shit, I can’t,” he admitted through the tears of amusement that streamed down his cheeks. “This is just too good.”

“Motherfucker,” I growled, charging toward him to help him leave faster. “Get out.”

He tried to, I’ll give him that, but the idiot tripped over his own feet as he zipped in reverse, and he tumbled to the floor right in the doorway, falling on his ass.

Still laughing the entire time, he grabbed his abdomen and rolled onto his side, having a grand old time at my expense.

“What in the world?” Thane’s voice demanded before he appeared in the hallway behind Parker and squinted into the room to see what was causing Ohrley to lose his shit on the floor.

As soon as he spotted Waverly, however, he reared back, yelping, “Oh! Oh my God.”

“What?” Alec’s voice demanded before he piled in next to Thane so he could see what all the fuss was about.

“Whoa!” he cried, only for his gaze to shoot toward me. “Dude, I had no idea you had a Little Bo-Peep fetish.” Attention veering right back to Waverly as he tried to catch another glimpse of her hovering behind me, his eyebrows lifted with interest. “Actually, I think I have one now too.”

On the floor, Parker howled even louder.

I growled in annoyance, then boomed at Alec, “Stop fucking looking at her.” And I grabbed the door, intending to slam it in all of their faces, not even caring if it caught Parker in his stupid legs that were blocking the way.

But he lifted a foot, keeping the door from closing. “Wait.”

I flashed my teeth at him, seething, but he lifted his hands in peace and started to sit up.

“I really am sorry about this, but y’all are going to have to put a pause on—” Glancing past me again, he cracked up once more, snickering, “ Whatever that is. And pack a bag for the rest of the weekend. Both of you.”

I sighed irritably and glanced at Thane. “I miss the days when he was moody and pissed off all the time.”

Folding his arms over his chest and struggling to keep from laughing himself, Thane grabbed his chin for more control and said, “Oh, I’m gonna say he still would’ve lost it over this one. Even back then.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” And I started to shut the door again.

Only for Parker to block it once more.

“Fucker,” I warned him. “Get your foot out of my door.”

“Fucker,” he railed right back, all laughter and smiles gone. “I’m not kidding. You and Waverly and everyone else in this fucking house is coming with me. Tonight. You have twenty minutes to pack.”

I blinked, then glanced back at Waverly, who was curiously coming forward to set a hand on my back and listen to what Parker was saying. When she shrugged, having no more idea of what he meant than I did, I turned back and demanded, “What the fuck are you talking about, man?”

Parker sighed as if harassed for having to explain himself. He stood from the floor and wiped his pants down as he answered, “Just get your damn clothes on and pack an overnight bag. I’m getting married tonight. In Vegas. And you all are coming with me.”

The End