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“There was no reason to hold back. I’m fine. Nothing broken. Not even a sprain. Wasn’t shot or cut. Could’ve been much worse.”

She cringed. “Every time I think about you and ...” Her eyes closed, and a shaky exhalation fell from her barely parted lips.

“I’m fine.” Nothing compared with what Constantine had endured.

“If you’re so fine,” she said while peeling open her eyes and I shifted to my side to face her, “then why didn’t we make love last night?”

“You mistook my groan while kissing as pain because my bottom lip’s still a bit busted.” Not totally a lie. But the pain had been silenced by the pleasure of her mouth on mine. Same as it had been the other days since I’d been rescued by my brothers.

“Mmm. Your mouth seemed just fine between my legs not too long ago,” she murmured, her tone part worry, part fuck me again.

Or maybe that was my imagination. I couldn’t get enough of her. Screw the remnants of pain.

“But really, you sure you’re good? Like good-good?”

I considered what to say, knowing lying wouldn’t be the best way to handle things if I wanted to be a better man than I was before we met. “MaybeRocco got into my head once or twice.” In truth, the asshole had hijacked my thoughts when I’d been making out with my wife last night. His words about what he’d wanted to do with her didn’t break me when he’d been alive, but they’d managed to throw me off now that he was gone.Go figure.

She reached for my arm and slid her hand along the ridges of muscles. “I know you haven’t been home long, but you can see someone and talk about what happened. Post-traumatic stress is nothing to be ashamed about.”

My shoulders relented from their tensed position. “I’ve been seeing a therapist for years. I guess I never told you that.”

Her mouth rounded into a little surprised O, like an invitation for my tongue to slide in, but I refrained from kissing her, assuming she wanted to hear more.

“I’ve been seeing a shrink because of my addiction to the hunt,” I admitted. “Well, my former addiction.” My attention fell to her breasts. “I have a new addiction. A much healthier one. Never want to be cured of it.” Trying to pull off a charming look but probably failing since my face was still a bit rough, I added, “I think I told you about my obsession with you.”

“Mmm, you may have mentioned it,” she murmured before sighing. “Do you think you’ll keep seeing your therapist?”

“Probably, but you should see someone, too. You’ve been through quite a lot.”

“Maybeeee, but first, I need to figure out our next steps.”

“Well, next we get you cleaned up. So we take some steps to my bathroom. Then sneak the blanket into the wash without my mom catching us. Third step, we make love again, but maybe on the bed, and—” I let go of my words at the knock on the door, and my wife’s startled eyes had me nearly laughing.

“You decent?” Constantine called out.

“Hardly,” I answered, not yet ready to move. “What’s up?”

“Surprise guest visitor. Gabriel’s here and talking to Dad.”

That had me getting up quickly. I helped Calliope to her feet, unable to miss my cum now sliding down the inside of her thigh. “Give us five minutes, and we’ll be down.”

“Take ten and wash up. Mom will lecture you about not keeping your dick in your pants after the doctor told you to.”

“Thanks,” I grumbled, watching Calliope’s cheeks pink from embarrassment. I balled up the blanket on the floor and felt like I was fifteen when I shoved it under my bed to hide it. “Let’s take a quick shower.”

“Good idea.” She led the way to the en suite bathroom, and I reminded myself I’d need to keep my hands to myself while we washed up.

But once beneath the water, as she did her best not to get her hair wet, not touching her proved too hard to do. Those perfect tits and the water rivulets sliding down her skin had me reaching for her. I cupped her breasts with one hand and her ass cheek with the other.

“Gabriel’s downstairs.” She stared at me with wet lashes and her fuck-me eyes.

“This ass, Little Miss”—that was now my abbreviated nickname for her—“needs to be taken and soon.”

“Maybe not in your parents’ house with Gabriel downstairs.” She smiled but leaned forward and kissed me. “They’re going to let us go to our place soon, right? How long will your mom keep us here?”

“Surprised she’s even letting us share a bedroom, considering she wants us to follow the doc’s orders.” I pushed a finger around between her ass cheeks, just testing the waters a little, and she still didn’t budge.That’s my girl.

“Gabriel,” she sputtered, but closed her eyes when I dropped my mouth over hers and kissed her, pushing the tip of my finger into her puckered hole. Her soft sounds of pleasure dropped into my mouth as we made out.

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