My Fair Brady

by K. C. Wells

  “Oh.” As much as Brady loved seeing the couple, he wanted Jordan all to himself that weekend.

  Jordan cupped his chin. “Think of it this way. It’s only Friday. We go for a drink, and then we have the rest of the weekend to ourselves. We don’t have to see another soul until we leave here Monday evening.”

  Brady could live with that. “I guess.”

  “And in case you’ve forgotten, it’s their wedding anniversary too.”

  That changed things a little. It seemed the least they could do. After all, if it hadn’t been for their party the previous year, Brady would probably still be suffering the effects of unrequited love.

  I owe them a lot.

  “Okay. I guess we can cope for a couple of hours.”

  Jordan frowned. “Cope with what?”

  Brady grinned. “Withdrawal symptoms.” Then he yowled when Jordan’s hand landed with a crack on his bare ass. “Hey! No spanking.”

  “Aww. Not even anniversary spanks?”

  Brady glared. “Only if you want to lose your fingers.”

  Jordan hastily removed his hand. “No thanks. I have plans for them later.”

  “Exactly.” Brady threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. “And I have use for them now. In the shower, Mr. Wolf.” He padded across the floor to their newly added bathroom.

  Whoever invented double showers was a genius.

  JORDAN paid the taxi driver, then walked with Brady into the resort lounge, scanning the room. There were several empty couches and chairs, and no sign of Drake and Belinda.

  “What time did she say they’d be here?” Brady asked.

  “Seven thirty. Maybe they’re outside on the terrace.”

  “Excuse me, sir?”

  Jordan turned toward the speaker, a young man standing behind the bar, who smiled politely at them.

  “Are you looking for Mrs. Daniels?”

  Jordan nodded, and the young man gestured to their right. “Follow signs for Latitude, sir. They’re waiting for you.”

  Jordan thanked him, and then they left the lounge. “Latitude?”

  “Sounds like a suite or something,” Brady commented. He pointed to a sign outside a closed door. “There.”

  Jordan pushed open the door—and froze at the sound of many loud voices yelling, “Surprise!”

  “What the—?”

  There had to be about thirty people in the room. A banner strung across the windows declared Happy Anniversary, Jordan & Brady! Belinda stood by the door, beaming, with Drake at her side. Behind her were several familiar faces, including—

  “Mom? Dad?” Jordan gaped. Beside them were Fiona and Corbin, both grinning like idiots.

  “Did you really think we’d miss out on seeing that look on your face?” Mom said with a grin. “Besides, it was high time we got to meet Brady’s parents in the flesh, after so many phone calls between us.”

  Brady let out a gasp. “They’re here?” Then he gave a soft cry when they appeared, enfolding him in a hug. “When did you get here?”

  “We flew in this afternoon.” Brady’s dad grinned at Jordan. “We’ve had a great time chatting with your parents.”

  Belinda approached Jordan, holding out two champagne glasses. “You might want these.”

  “You are too sneaky for words,” Jordan said, narrowing his gaze.

  She glanced around the room, still grinning. “Well, I said I’d throw you a party. I just didn’t mention that it was going to be a surprise party.”

  Jordan shook his head, chuckling. “What amazes me is how you managed it without anyone giving the game away.” He fixed Fiona with a firm stare. “And yes, I mean you.”

  Fi opened her eyes in what was clearly intended to be an innocent expression. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

  “Yeah, sure. And that Christmas when I bought Mom those earrings. You know, the ones she already knew about before she opened the box? I wonder how she managed that?”

  Brady nudged him so violently that he almost spilled his champagne.

  “What was that for?”

  Brady leaned in close as he took his glass from Belinda. “Play nice, enjoy our party, drink some champagne, and talk to our guests.”

  Brady’s dad laughed. “I see he’s still bossy. No change there, then.”

  Jordan rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.” He glanced at his own parents. “Should I be worried about the four of you getting together?”

  Mom cleared her throat. “Don’t you think it was about time? After all, you’ve only been living together an entire year.”

  Brady’s mom giggled. “Well, I’m glad we finally got the opportunity. I’ve been wanting to meet you too.” The two women began chatting animatedly, and their husbands exchanged glances.

  “They’ve been like this all afternoon,” Dad said with a smile. “You’d think they’d have run out of things to say by now, but no.” He gestured to the server who was circulating, carrying a tray of champagne. “Another glass?”

  “Great idea.”

  Brady slipped his hand into Jordan’s as the two men found an empty table and sat down, already lost in conversation.

  “Well, that’s them taken care of for the rest of the evening. My mom could talk a glass eye to sleep.”

  Jordan almost snorted champagne through his nose. He gazed thoughtfully at their mothers. “What do you suppose they’re talking about?”

  Fiona snickered. “I’ll lay even money they’re discussing weddings. Well, one in particular.” She grinned at Jordan and Brady, an evil glint in her eyes. “And I don’t mean mine.”

  Brady groaned. “They wouldn’t—would they?”

  Jordan chuckled. “They can discuss it all they like. Doesn’t mean it’s going to happen any time soon.” He took Brady’s hand and kissed his fingers. “Our schedule, babe, not theirs.”

  Brady arched his eyebrows. “You have met my mom, right?”

  Fiona and Corbin walked off, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

  Jordan gazed across the room as a familiar figure raised a glass to them. He nudged Brady. “Look who else is here,” he said, indicating her with a nod of his head.

  Brady’s eyes widened, and he dashed across to where Phil stood, laughing. It warmed Jordan’s heart to see them hug. Brady had kept in touch with Phil since the move, and they occasionally went out for a meal or to a movie. Phil was the reason they’d ended up at a rescue shelter, choosing a kitty. Except when they’d gotten there, a pair of eight-week-old brothers had stolen their hearts, and they’d come home with not one kitty, but two.

  Thank God Donna was willing to cat-sit all those weekends they spent at the beach house.

  Belinda walked over to him. “So, are you still talking to me?”

  “The jury’s still out on that one,” Jordan told her.

  She sighed. “Honestly, when I first had the idea? It was going to be just drinks, just the four of us. Then it kind of… snowballed.”

  “Yeah, things always do where you’re concerned.” Jordan glanced at their guests. Some he recognized from the previous year’s party, and realization struck. “This is for you too, isn’t it?”

  She gave a shrug. “Like I said—snowballed. Your parents loved the thought of surprising you, and they jumped at the idea of spending the night here. So I thought, what the hell, let’s have a party!” She smiled as Brady walked toward them, grinning. “I take it inviting Phil was the right thing to do. Not that I had much to go on, only Brady’s old address. It’s amazing what you can find out during what seems like a random conversation, isn’t it?” Her eyes gleamed.

  Brady laughed and kissed her cheek. “You are a sneaky woman. Maybe the sneakiest. Yeah, definitely the sneakiest. Now all those coffee morning conversations at your place make sense.”

  “I just asked Jordan if he was still talking to me. I guess you are.”

  Brady gazed around the room. “Not exactly how we envisaged this evening going, but yeah, this is great.”


  Belinda gave them a sheepish smile. “About that. I know I sort of hijacked your night, but don’t think you have to stay until the end. Why not spend a couple of hours, then sneak out?” Her eyes twinkled. “I’ll make excuses for you.” She grinned. “I’ll tell them you were… tired.”

  Brady’s snort rivaled Jordan’s. “Yeah, I can see everyone believing that one.” Brady’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline. “Tired?”

  Belinda’s lips twitched. “I think that would go down better than the truth.” When Brady snickered, she rolled her eyes. “My God. You are such a kid.”

  “But you said—”

  “Yes, I know what I said—and I also know what went through your grubby little mind.” She shook her head. “You two were made for each other.” Belinda walked away, still shaking her head.

  Jordan put his arm around Brady’s waist. “I think that’s the nicest thing she could have said. And it was good of her to give us an out.”

  “Which we’re not taking,” Brady said quietly.

  “We’re not?”

  He shook his head. “All these people are here to help us celebrate. I think the least we can do is stay until the end.” Then he smiled. “They can go to their rooms, but I get to take you home. We’ll have the rest of the weekend to celebrate together.”

  “And the rest of our lives to spend together,” Jordan added, before kissing Brady on the lips.

  Brady locked gazes with him and raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

  K.C. WELLS started writing in 2012, although the idea of writing a novel had been in her head since she was a child. But after reading that first gay romance in 2009, she was hooked.

  She now writes full-time, and the line of men in her head clamoring to tell their story is getting longer and longer. If the frequent visits by plot bunnies are anything to go by, that’s not about to change anytime soon.

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  Digital ISBN: 978-1-64405-005-7

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