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“What?”
He kisses me softly, his lips brushing against mine. I open my mouth to let him in further as his tongue touches mine. My stomach flips and my thighs clench. He loves me.
“Wait!” I stop, pushing at his chest. “You’re drunk!”
He rolls his eyes.
The Kings in the background groan out loud. “For fuck’s sake, Stuprum!” one of them curses.
Nate grins. “I’m not that drunk. Stop being difficult.”
I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck and bring my nose tip to his. “I love you, too, but I have one condition for us going forward. You know, consider it a new trend, if you will. Our girl version of calling red.”
Nate’s eyes narrow, then he starts pressing small kisses over mine. “Anything.”
Between kisses, I smirk. “We’re going to visit the same tattoo artist that Madison and Bishop visited, and I’m claiming what’s mine.”
Nate bursts out laughing, his head tilting back as he lowers me to the ground. He takes my hand and kisses the front.
“Sure thing, baby. So where are you stamping your name?”
“That is not a thing,” Brantley a
“It actually is…” I raise my eyebrows in challenge.
“Says fucking who?” He glares at me.
“Says fucking me, and since I am royalty, what I say goes. Also, Madison agreed.”
Brantley glares at Nate. “Tell her that it’s not a thing.”
Nate begins carrying me upstairs. “Oh, it’s a thing, and tell everyone to get the fuck out of my house.”