Mitchell draped an arm around each girl and headed toward Ellis Square with their arms around him. “Ginger, Evan is going to flip his shit when he sees this,” Mitchell said.

She laughed. “It’ll go perfectly with the costume he bought me.”

“Don’t think we needed to know that, Ginger.” Kayla laughed.

“Mak, do you have an Arabian costume?” Mitchell wiggled his brows up and down.

Kayla slapped his chest. “You know I don’t.”

“I think you may need to get one the next time we go to the mountains. I see pillows on the floor and finger foods.” They laughed as they walked toward a group of women gathered on the grass. “I’ll sit right over there, so make sure you’re on the outside and in front of me. Now shake some booty, ladies.” He slapped the girls’ asses before he walked backward toward the bench on the edge of the grass.

Kayla and Ginger grabbed scarves with bells sewn to them, wrapped them around their waists, and stood on the side just like he told them. Before long they were tapping their middle fingers and thumbs together to the beat of the music while Mitchell watched from the bench as they found the rhythm with his arms across the back of the bench, his legs stretched in front of him, and feet crossed at the ankles. When the girls started moving their hips, Mitchell became more attentive. He sat straighter on the bench, his eyes were glued to Kayla’s ass.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” he mumbled as he rearranged himself, grateful he'd worn boxer briefs instead of just boxers. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and leaned on his elbows that rested just above his knees. How the hell was he walking back to the hotel without everyone seeing his erection? He took several deep breaths as the instructor announced where her studio was and gave out cards. As the girls put the scarves back in the box, Mitchell walked toward the crowd and was waiting when the girls turned around. As before, he draped his arms over their shoulders and they placed their arms around his back. “Show him a good time, ladies,” someone called from behind them. They all laughed.

“That was so much fun,” Kayla said.

“I need to find me some symbols before our honeymoon. Evan needs the whole experience.” Ginger giggled.

“Mak, we’re not waiting for our wedding night,” Mitchell said with his lips against the side of Kayla’s head.

“Mitchell, you better not give Evan a clue, got it?” Ginger poked him in the side with a huge smile on her face. “I don’t care what he bribes you with.”

“Do you really think I’d pass up an opportunity like this to hang over Evan for the next two weeks? I’m not telling him shit and it’ll eat him alive.” Mitchell burst out laughing as they entered the lobby of the hotel.

“Y’all can go to your room. I’m good,” Ginger said.

“Nah uh. I’ll deliver you safe and sound, Miss Monroe. I’m not having my brother go ballistic on me.” Mitchell shook his head as they walked down the hall. When they arrive at Ginger and Evan’s hotel room, he knocked on the door. Within seconds Evan opened the door and stared at the trio. “Your fiancée is delivered back to you safe and sound, bro.”

Ginger walked directly into Evan’s arms. “Thank you for taking us, Mitchell.”

“You’re welcome.” He winked at Ginger. “Sorry you had to miss it, man, but you’ll enjoy your show later.”

Mitchell and Kayla turned toward the elevator. “I’ll let you know if we’ll make it to dinner,” he called over his shoulder.

Mitchell kept Kayla tucked in to his side until they got to their hotel room. They stepped through the door and Mitchell pinned her to the wall when the door closed. “Mak, watching that cute little ass of yours wiggle right in front of me almost caused me to lose it in my pants like a teenager.” He pinned her hands above her head and went for his favorite spot on her neck. He ground his body against hers, and she whimpered. “Let’s take a shower. You can wiggle against me in there.”

“It’s called a shimmy.” Kayla tilted her neck for him.

“I don’t give a shit what it’s called. All I know is your ass wiggled and it was fucking hot.” He continued to kiss her neck.

“Mmm.”

Mitchell pulled back and led her to the bathroom. “Strip while I start the water.” He turned on the water then turned around to see Kayla shaking her ass to get her shorts and panties down her legs, so he slid behind her and pulled her back to his front. “That’s what I’m talking about,” he said into her ear.

“Oh, Mitch,” she moaned.

“Did it turn you on doing it as much as it did me watching it?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Come one, baby.” He pulled her tank top off then reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off. They quickly disrobed and stepped into the shower. He resumed the position with her back to his front and grabbed her breasts. As he massaged, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his cock. “Dammit to hell,” he mumbled. “Mak, I need to be inside you now.” He slipped his hand between her legs. She was wet, but not as much as he liked, so he whispered into her ear, “Did you enjoy putting on a show for me? If you would have rolled your hips, I would’ve carried your ass out of there and fucked you beside a building somewhere. I wouldn’t’ve cared who watched. Mak, you drive me crazy.”

Kayla whimpered as her body coated his fingers. “Yes, Mitch. I wanted it to make you crazy. I wanted you to fuck me.”

Mitchell growled as he rammed his cock inside Kayla in one swift thrust. He set a fevered pace and didn’t let up. He reached around Kayla and rubbed her clit. “Feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Mitch. I’m close, so close.”

“Go, Mak, and take me with you.” Mitchell moaned and drove hard into her.

Kayla screamed, “Mitch!”

Mitchell slowed. “My Mak,” he whispered as he kissed the back of her head.