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It had taken only a month with all of us living under the same roof for Angel to declare that Mason and Gabe’s and mine and Shep’s bedrooms be made soundproof, and right now I was never happier he’d thought that up.

“I’m gonna…” I didn’t finish my sentence; my orgasm rushed through me—all bright lights, tingles, and explosions…perfection.

Shep pumped a few more times and moaned lasciviously as he climaxed.

“Damn, JJ.”

“I know, my Viking, I know.”

He nuzzled into my neck, sweaty and breathless, his cock buried inside me. I slid my hand over his damp back and through the strands of his hair.

This was how every day should end.

CHAPTER EIGHT

SHEP

The following day,we collectively decided to give Four sweets in the hopes he’d talk. Angel informed us that he and the twins would be home tomorrow, and we’d need to have something to go on so a plan could form. I’d just returned from my watch at the hospital and Gabe was back there, so I’d decided chocolate chip cookies were easiest.

“They just have to cool.” I set them on the counter and joined Max, Four, Mason, and JJ, who were all sitting at the table.

“Gabe texted and said to call him; he wants to be on speaker for this.” Mason didn’t look up from his phone.

“That’s fine, and once the other three are here, we can come up with a better rotation than him and me going to the hospital. With the five of us, it’ll be easier.”

He nodded and shot me a smile. “It’s okay; this is for a good reason.”

I squeezed Mason’s shoulder and went to the fridge. “Anyone want some milk with their cookies?”

“Me, me, me.” JJ raised his hand and added a little wiggle.

I snorted. “I know, babe. Anyone else?”

“I’m going to pass, if that’s okay. I don’t have a sweet tooth.” Max shrugged. “I’m sure they’re really delicious, though.”

“No worries.” I went about pouring all of us, sans Max, glasses of milk. I wasn’t sure if Four would drink it, but he did sip the water we’d given him.

It didn’t take long for the cookies to cool, so I put them on a platter and brought them to the table. JJ immediately placed one in front of Four.

To be safe, we had Maxwell on the opposite side of the table as Four, the three of us in the middle, in case when Four looked at him, he thought to try and murder him again.

Four picked up the cookie and began eating.

“Hey, Four, how are you doing?” JJ initiated the conversation.

“These are good.”

His voice was scratchy, likely from lack of use. I motioned for JJ to continue. We all figured it would be easiest if only one person spoke; that way it wouldn’t confuse him or cause chaos. Of course if the rest had questions, they could ask but had to wait for a lull.

“Shep is a great cook.” JJ grinned and Four peered over his cookie, directly at me. Which told me he was aware of who everyone was—that was good.

“Sooooo…Four, we have some questions. Can we ask you?”

Four nodded at JJ but chomped away at his cookie. JJ put three more in front of him, so we’d have a little time to hopefully get some words out.

“If at any time our questions upset you, can you tell me?”

Four’s nose scrunched up. “Why does it matter if it upsets me?”

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