“You’re shitting me,” Alec said once he pulled the uniform out. “I can’t wear this! Do you want this to be our one and only child?” He pointed at my flat stomach. “How can a man’s—”

“Parts,” Jaymeson offered.

“—Fit in this?” Demetri held up the tight leather pants and tried pulling the fabric.

“I deserve a dance the night before my wedding, don’t you think?” I grabbed the cane and began tapping it lightly in my other hand. Alec looked at the pants and then at the cane and then at the pants again.

“Aw, hell,” he mumbled, strutting towards the downstairs bathroom, pants in hand.

“What’ll it be, partner?” Alyssa smirked at Demetri.

He growled low in his throat.

“Dance, little monkey, dance!” She laughed.

“I better be getting laid,” he muttered, stalking off after Alec.

“If you like it then you better put a ring on it!” She called after him.

Her answer was a door slamming, followed by a few bloody hells. So clearly they’d been hanging out with Jaymeson too much.

“Well, ladies.” Jaymeson popped his knuckles. “It seems my work here is done. The champagne’s outside by the hot tub, as per your instructions. Odd numbers aren’t my thing.”

“Thanks.” I reached out and pulled Jaymeson into a hug. “For helping us and for keeping the secret.”

“I am good for some things,” he said in that sexy British accent that brought men and women to their knees.

“Somewhere deep down inside…” I poked his chest. “…is a really big heart.”

“True.” He kissed my cheek and whispered, “It’s just buried under all those girls’ skirts.”

“So close to having a moment, Jay.” I sighed.

He shrugged and with a wave he was out the door, and Alyssa and I were sitting on the couch digging into the assortments of treats that the caterer had made.

“Music?” I selected the song I wanted on the iPod and grinned.

The best part? They thought they were doing a sexy strip tease. Um no, they were doing a dance for us, because after all the hell we’d been through over the last few years, Alyssa and I thought we deserved this. The concert hadn’t been enough.

“Done.” Alec walked by me so fast I felt cold air hit my face. Holy crap, he was smoking-I want to rip your clothes from your body and cry a bit-hot. He’d been working out more than usual, and it showed. His body was like something a person would see in the ESPN magazine body edition.

I heard cursing, and then Demetri was making his way toward the stage, hopping as he adjusted himself in the tight leather pants.

Although Demetri was like a brother to me, it would be a sin to say he wasn’t amazing eye candy too. His entire body was bronzed like Alec’s, though he had a bit of a smaller frame. Since he never worked out, it was weird that he was still so ridiculously fit. He just claimed it was genetics, which proved to be true when we asked Jaymeson how hard it was to keep his nice body. Jay claimed he worked out twice a week. Ridiculous.

“Where’s the music?” Demetri asked, his blond hair falling over his crystal-blue eyes as he jumped in place like he was getting ready to play the game of his life.

Alec stretched, and I was given a wicked view of the V that dipped low into his pants. Holy crap, turn on the air conditioner. He was mine, all mine, and I’d decided then and there that I was going to lick that split where his hip met his lower abs.

“Here you go,” Alyssa called and pressed play.

The looks on the guys’ faces were priceless.

A few months ago we’d found a YouTube video of AD2 when they were just starting out. We finally figured out why they didn’t like boy bands.

They had toured with one.

And not just anyone.

No. It was one of the Backstreet Boys reunion tours.

“Everybody!” Alyssa sang. “Rock your body, yeah!”

“I want to die.” Demetri shook his head and then whispered something to Alec. They both chuckled and Alec started the count down.

In perfect sync, they did the entire routine from the music video. And it was smoking, life-altering hot. As in, the video of them dancing would go viral within minutes.

Which was probably why Alyssa had her iPhone out.

The song ended and the boys did back flips off the stage.

“And uploaded,” Alyssa whispered. “That’ll get people excited for the tour next month. The things we do for them…” She sighed.

Chapter Twelve

Alec

The things we do for the women we love. That’s why YouTube sucked. Seriously, you couldn’t do anything without someone filming you. Case in point, last year I’d taken a bet that I could drink a whole gallon of milk faster than Jaymeson, and it made CNN. I don’t know how the hell that became headline news, but there it was.

The song ended, thank God, and we made our way over to the girls. I decided that three minutes of hell was worth it if I got a lifetime of heaven, and that’s what Nat was. She was my heaven.

“Bravo.” Nat clapped, her cute little eyebrows arching as my hands moved to the button on my pants. “What are you doing?”

“Stripping.” I shrugged.

“Uh—” Her eyes darted to where Alyssa was sitting, but she was gone. Demetri was dragging that girl by the elbow down to the first available bedroom, not to have his way with her, to his everlasting regret, but to make out.