Chapter 18

NATHAN Drake wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I think you need to take your wife home, brother.” I glance at Mel, who’s wearing a grin while watching her sister carry on what looks to be an animated—if a bit one-sided—conversation with Mason. I wince. Why am I so fucking nervous about being alone with her? Because I have no idea how to play this. We should have had sex before tonight and taken the pressure off, then this would be a whole lot less awkward. But this entire situation has been far outside my comfort zone. I’ve done my best to be respectful of her wishes to wait until after we got married, but now it’s our wedding night and I want to consummate our marriage more than I’ve ever wanted anything. And given the way she was rubbing up against me earlier, I think she does too. Drake slips away to talk to our father, and I watch my wife for a few moments. She laughs at something Mason says, and fuck me, but she looks so damn beautiful. Then her expression changes on a dime, and h