Page 104 of When Kings Fall

“Motherfucker!” Lev roared as he felt it over his shaft, pushing him over the edge.

He pulled out and came all over her stomach.

A moment later, Mason shot his load down her throat, saving a little to paint her breasts until she was covered in us.

Ours.

I eased out of her and pulled her onto my lap. “Okay, cutie?”

She leaned back against me, a dazed smile playing on her lips. “Perfect.”

We chuckled and then Lev and Mason wrapped themselves around us too, holding her and giving her that comfort that we made sure we always did after an intense fuck.

I ruffled my hair with one of the super-soft hand towels to dispel the extra moisture. I couldn’t fix it into my mohawk until it wasn’t dripping all over the place.

“That was one hell of a party last night.” I smirked. “And this morning,” I said as I made my way back into the bedroom.

Mason was pulling his jeans back on, going commando. Damn, I loved seeing the old him, the real him coming out in all these different ways, some subtle, some brazen.

Bree was wrapped in a fuzzy white robe that Roman’s staff had put in every guestroom for us, and Levi was in just his boxers as he towel dried Bree’s hair while the two of them sat on the wraparound couch in the seating area.

I plopped down beside them, bouncing them a little, especially Bree, and earning a giggle from her.

“Sure was, cupcake.”

“Mason deserved it,” Bree said. “What happened yesterday was a major cause for celebration.”

“What happened because of you, you mean, dark angel?” he said, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table right in front of us.

“I might have destroyed his leverage, but you did all the rest.”

“It took guts to stand up to that motherfucker,” Lev said. He grinned. “And to use your cement block punch on him.”

Mason winced. “Yeah, that wasn’t planned. But when I saw him touch Bree, all bets were off.”

“Good thing you reacted, because he would’ve died right there like a fucking bitch if I’d gotten there first.”

“Lovely, it’s okay,” Bree said, stroking his arm.

Mason took her hand. “No, it’s not okay. Even a slight touch from him is unacceptable.”

“Creeper of the Century,” I bit out.

That guy had always freaked me out with that, the twisted vibe he’d had.

At least now we wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore.

Bree was on the same page, telling Mason, “It doesn’t matter now, it’s over, he’s out of your life.”

“Yeah,” Mason breathed, amazement dancing in his eyes. “I’m still wrapping my head around it all, what it all means as well. So many changes.” His whole face lit up. “All of which I’m looking forward to.”

I tossed my wet towel on Mason’s lap.

He shook his head at me and I thought the usual sort of reprimand was coming for when I was messy.

But then he grinned and placed it on top of his head and sank back against the couch, folding his arms across his chest and giving me a self-satisfied look.

I burst out laughing. “Shit, I love it, gorgeous!”

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