Page 141 of They Break Beauty

He laughed as I kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, the underside of his chin, then squeezed him to me.

“That’s it, I’m making you another dozen of these if I’m gonna get this reaction every time.”

I sank into him. “This is the sweetest, most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you, lovely.”

“Of course. Now you can take a piece of me home with you.”

“I already am.”

“Yeah?” he asked, our gazes clashing intensely.

I smiled. “You been with me for the last six years. I’ve carried you with me.”

“As I have you, my Wildflower.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I mean, yeah, back to my apartment so I can focus on college, but that’s it. I like it in the company of the three of you.”

“Promise. Promise me that, Brianna.”

I kissed his cheek. “Promise.”

“We’ll split the command of Hex by forty-sixty. You take more leadership, because that’s how you need it to feel in control,” Levi spoke. “But I’ll be there to stop you from going too far and allowing your addiction to the taste of power from spiraling.”

“Sounds good,” Mason said.

Really easily, surprisingly.

“We’ll also need a tie-breaker in effect for when we inevitably clash over an issue or an approach toward a situation,” he pointed out.

“It can’t be Colt. He’s doing well in college finally. This will be too much of a distraction.”

“Agreed.” Mason’s gaze fell to me.

“Me?”

He nodded. “You’re reasonable and diplomatic. You can reconcile both sides of an issue. And your ego is checked and not a problem.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I can do that.”

“Perfect,” Levi spoke.

Mason sat forward in the armchair and looked between Levi and me snuggled on the couch. “Although, there is a chance of bias.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

Levi rolled his eyes and answered for Mason. “He means, because you’ve had my cock.”

I spluttered. “What?”

Mason waggled his eyebrows. “You heard him.”

“Wow, you’re actually openly flirting,” Levi commented.

“He does that sometimes,” a voice came from the living room door, and we looked to see Colton leaning against the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, looking all sexy as usual in his leather pants and a tiger-print shirt that was only done up halfway. His platinum-blond mohawk was a little out of shape and wilder than usual, giving him more of a rugged look.

He grinned at Levi and me, then said, “When he’s hard-up, or really fucking turned on.”

“Colt,” Mason groused.

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