Heat Stroke (Beach Kingdom, #2)(62)

You can’t spend every moment of the day horny. This is an important night.

Control your dick.

The moment Jamie and Marcus sat down, a girl tapped the mic at the front of the room. “Who’s ready to take the quiz and win some money?”

Marcus watched Jamie out of the corner of his eye. This is when his fiancé would pretend he didn’t want to participate but ultimately wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from showing off his intellect. Which is why Marcus had deliberately invited his father and Joey to meet them on this particular night, at this exact time. Jamie was so freaking smart—so sue Marcus, he wanted to show off his man.

Marcus slid the empty answer sheet onto the table, along with a pencil.

“Oh.” Jamie adjusted his glasses, sitting up a little straighter. “Are we doing the quiz?”

“Yeah, why not?” Marcus leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, well aware that he looked like a smug son of a bitch. “Might as well, since we’re here.”

“I’m just here for the beer,” Joey announced, tipping his Budweiser to his lips.

“I like trivia,” Marcus’s father said, leaning forward. “Count me in.”

Jamie smiled and ducked his head a little. “Cool.”

“Okay, pencils at the ready! We’re starting with a film and television round,” the quizmaster announced. “Question one. Never Say Never Again was the final James Bond appearance for which actor?”

Jamie was already jotting down the answer. Sean Connery.

Marcus’s father sent him an impressed nod and Marcus’s chest inflated like a life raft.

“I’ve got the entire Bond collection at the house,” Marcus’s father said to Jamie, shifting in his seat. “You should come over and watch sometime.”

“Yeah,” Jamie said, having no luck subduing his smile. “I’d like that.”

“Can I come, too?” Marcus teased.

His father’s lips twitched. “Sure, if you bring over some of that juice.”

“Which one?”

“Sex Machine, of course.”

Marcus dragged a hand down his face, but a laugh snuck out. “Sorry I asked.”

“Question two!” Called the quizmaster. “In the TV series Knight Rider, Knight was aided by his car, which was called KITT, but what sort of car was KITT?”

“Trans Am,” Jamie and Marcus’s father whispered at the same time, before high fiving each other. Marcus’s heart tripped over itself. Happy, ambient music—the kind that plays at the end of movies—filled his ears and he was definitely mooning at Jamie, but he couldn’t help it. Didn’t want to help it, even though Joey was shaking his head and laughing at him.

“Question three! Which actress plays the character Oda Mae Brown in the classic nineties film Ghost?”

Marcus almost spit out his beer. “No way.” Jamie and he traded a stunned look. “Babe, I’m telling you, it’s a sign.”

Jamie tilted his head. “What kind of sign?”

“We should get married soon. Probably tomorrow, I’m thinking.”

He was waiting for Jamie’s signature eye roll, but instead, his fiancé lifted one shoulder and let it drop. “How about next week?”

Marcus stopped breathing. He grabbed the leg of Jamie’s chair and yanked it all the way over, leaning close enough that their foreheads were almost touching. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Jamie sucked in a breath. “Once the school year starts, my schedule will be tight and we’d probably have to put it off until next summer, so—”

“I want you to go back to work with my ring on your finger. I want everyone to know you belong to me.”

Jamie’s eyes did that melting thing they’d been doing more and more lately and it caused a matching sensation in Marcus’s chest. “I want that, too.”

“I want to pick you up at school and bring you to your favorite Thai place.”

“Done.”

“Then I want to bring you home and—”

“Marcus.”

But it was too late. Thinking about the trifecta from heaven—calling Jamie his husband, going on a date with Jamie, bringing home his man so they could fuck in the bed they shared—had caused Marcus’s cock to fill with unbearable pressure. He swallowed a guttural groan and willed his erection to subside, but he kept picturing Jamie with his head thrown back, moaning while Marcus sucked him off. And ouch. Ouch. The metal sides of the cock cage bit into his hardening flesh and his life flashed in front of his eyes.

“Jamie,” he wheezed, pointing down at his jailed junk. “I have to get this thing off.”

“Get what off?”

“Cock cage,” he whispered. “I bought it yesterday. I thought it would be a fun surprise. I put the key that opens it on your key ring while you were in the shower.” He bit down on his lower lip and tasted blood. “You gotta spring me, babe. I’m dying.”

“Jesus Christ.” Jamie pressed his lips together. “Life with you isn’t going to be boring.”

“Not unless my dick falls off.”

“Everything okay over there?” Marcus’s father called.

“You guys over there picking wedding venues?” Joey chimed in, waving down the waitress. “You’re missing the quiz.”