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“Sam said he’s not much of a top, though.”

“Uh-huh. And neither were you at first. Now you fuck me damn near every day.” He paused, a sly grin pulling at his lips. “Although I do like the sound of getting fucked twice as much.” He looked up at me. “Can you lotion your butthole?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Probably not the inside of it.”

He shrugged. “Oh well, I’ll figure it out I guess.” He tossed the blanket to the side and got to his feet, his half-hard cock swinging in front of my face as he held out a hand. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat and then we’ll fuck Sam again, huh?”

“Bent over the front desk?” I asked, taking his hand.

“I bet he’d like that.”

We took a few minutes to get showered, the pair of us going at the same time. There were several wandering hands, groped cocks, and at least one finger in Calum’s ass by the time we were done. But we didn’t want to get off just yet. That we were saving for Sam.

By the time we were dressed and had slipped out the back door of the hotel, it was well past noon. We were both tired of pizza and still exhausted, so Andy’s bakery was the most obvious choice. The lunch crowd was in full swing and by the time we made our orders, we were lucky to get the baked goods we wanted. When Calum told Andy we were surprising Sam with lunch, he refused to charge us for the food or the drinks. Instead, he packed up more than what we’d ordered and sent us with a small box to carry it back to the hotel.

It was incredible how nice everyone was in town, considering we were not only a pair of rogues, but new faces as well. However, there was a glimmer in Andy’s eye that led me to believe he knew more than he was letting on. Then again, Calum said Ace already knew what was going on and we both smelled like Sam more than ever. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before the entire town knew what we got up too in the wee hours of the night.

But we took the food without complaint, expressing our thanks many times over. The walk back to the hotel was more pleasant now that the clouds had moved away and the sun was out. It was still freezing and there was snow piled high everywhere, but the cold felt far away. Between the warmth of the sunlight and the heat of new love blossoming in my chest, it seemed like nothing could put a damper on my spirits. Calum seemed to feel the same way. There was a definite bounce in his step that I hadn’t seen before.

The longer things went on, the more I realized how much we not only needed this, but how much Sam brought out the best in us. In a matter of a couple weeks, we’d gone from rogues with no place in the world to belonging in Shifter Grove. People knew our names, we had jobs, and somehow, we’d found more love than we ever thought possible.

It was at that moment that I realized we werehome.

Calum and I were grinning like fools and laughing as we pulled open the front door of the hotel lobby. We stepped inside and I felt my chest fill with excitement. I knew I’d see Sam’s smiling face in a moment as he looked up from the front desk, a smutty romance book in his hands as always.

However, as I came around the corner, I saw something that made my blood run cold.

There was Sam standing in the lobby with another man. They were close together and the man had his hands around Sam’s waist. It wasn’t until I took another step that I realized they weren’t just talking. They werekissing.

It was all I could do to stop myself from dropping everything right there on the lobby floor as my heart nearly stopped beating.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Sam

Iwas riding on cloud nine when I kissed Erick goodbye that morning. Slipping on some comfy clothes, I practically skipped down to the elevator and all the way to the lobby. My morning routine went by in a flash as I started up the coffee pot, fired up the desk computer, and unlocked the doors for the day. I even pulled out a new romance book to start reading, one I’d been holding onto for a while about a witch and a mafia werewolf from New York City. I’d been waiting for the right moment to start it and that morning I felt like nothing could go wrong.

Of course, I was only a few pages in when the bell dinged from the back door. Hopping up from my chair, I went back through the kitchen to the rear of the hotel and pulled the door open. I didn’t even have to look to know who was standing there. It was Wednesday morning after all and hardly past dawn. It could only be one person.

“Hey Andy,” I said, holding the door wide. “Come on in.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said, hustling inside, a massive box in his arms. He walked over to the stainless-steel bench and put it down, rubbing his hands together. “It’s fucking freezing out there!”

My nose led me over to the box, the scent of cinnamon and sugar far too tempting to resist.

“It’s January,” I said nonchalantly. “Are these Josh’s cinnamon rolls?”

“Who else’s would they be? I sure as hell don’t make them anymore.” He feigned irritation. “Not after he stole all my customers.”

“Oh please. I’m half convinced you mated the guy just for the buns.”

Andy sighed. “He does have a nice ass.”

“I meant the cinnamon ones.”

“Look,” he grinned. “What we do in our own bedroom is none of your business. Sometimes he likes it spicy.”

I put a hand on my hip. “Please tell me you aren’t putting cinnamon on your mate’s butthole.”

“I guess you’ll never know.” He gave me a wink. “Is the coffee on?”

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