And Jameson Filano is the reason.

Jameson

I wash my hands, quickly leaning closer to the mirror once more to make sure I didn’t smear my eye makeup and prepare to step back from the bathroom.

It’s been hours since my man became my husband and still, we’ve yet to have a chance to sneak away, but Sienna is now home safe, the lights have begun to dim, and the staff has unlocked the vending machine holding all the glow-in-the-dark body paints, so I know it’s close.

But if my husband thinks he’s painting me tonight, he’s dead wrong, and if Arsen and Beretta think we’re sharing the back room for some fun on my wedding night, they’re just as fucking crazy.

Right as I’m thinking it, I slip from the door, and not a second after I do the soft fabric gently drops over my head covering my face. My hands are bound together and I’m lifted off my feet by not one, but three sets of hands.

This time I don’t kick and scratch, though.

I chuckle, relaxing in their hands and their husky laughs warm my chest.

They still love their games, even though the rules changed a long time ago.

I know we’re headed into the back, windowless room before the door is unlocked and I’m carried inside, and I know as they set me down that when I remove the silken sack from my head, they won’t be in front of me. Or they will, but I won’t see them until they open their eyes.

What they don’t know is I had a surprise planned for my husband. I admit, this is almost better.

Maybe I subconsciously expected this tonight, and it’s a little thing called full circle, but I know my man, and I know what will follow.

So, I slowly slide the thing off my head, but I keep my eyes closed tight, holding in my laugh, knowing full well the extent of their synchronization. I know they waited exactly five seconds to sharply snap their eyes open to tease me with their glowing gazes.

So when Ransom’s sharp demand of “open your eyes, Trouble” comes, my laughter slips free.

I spin and he hears it, but he doesn’t see it—this room was purposely designed to block out every single hint of light for nights we wish to play.

An arm shoots out, latching on to mine and I smirk into the darkness.

I could pick his hands out of hundreds by now, so I know it’s him, but if I couldn’t, the feel of his ring would give him away, and suddenly I’m done teasing.

I spin so Ransom releases me and am now facing in their direction. After an internal count to three, I flick my eyes open.

My core clenches at the short-hissed breaths along the room.