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He let out a harsh breath and gathered me tight to his chest, and I chuckled. The suction on my nipples stopped as he popped the cups off. My nipples ached in a good way that had me gasping as he massaged them.

“I forgive you.”

Matt chuckled and kissed the top of my head, and I snuggled in close while he held me. I was covered in cum and spit and lube, but I didn’t care. This was exactly where I wanted to be—forever and always.

“You’re my world, Princess,” he murmured in my ear. “I don’t ever want to think about life without you in it.”

“Aw.” I raised my face for a kiss, and Matt indulged me. His beard tickled my lips and he ran a gentle hand up and down my back. Truth be told, I was still irritated that he’d called my integrity into question, but if this was the way he apologized when we had a real fight, I would take it.

7

COLT

Quin gave methe look, the one he used when he knew exactly what I was doing. He’d gotten to know me a lot quicker and better than my ex-wife, Bethany, but she’d never really tried.

“Stop it,” Quin hissed, eyes narrowed. He shoved me from behind and pouted. “Matt, go inside. I told you that he won’t say or do anything that’ll change my mind about us.”

I huffed and glared at the front door of our home. If I had a choice, I would turn us back around and stay in the Courtesan Hotel until Jackson left, but when I’d suggested that this morning, Quin had pinched my stomach and told me we were going home. His confidence as my better half was growing, and I loved seeing him flourish.

I unlocked the front door to the house and stepped inside, listening for any sounds. Almost immediately, I homed in on low music playing in my den, and I moved to my left instinctively, anger throbbing in my chest. Jackson knew every little thing about me, and he also knew exactly what to do to piss me off. Being in myden—that was a quick way to do it.

Quin’s heels tapped rapid-fire behind me, signaling he was following as fast as he could, probably to break up any fight that was about to happen. “Matt....”

I shoved open the door to my den and glared at Jackson.

He sat leaning back on the swivel chair with his feet up on the pristine wood of the desktop, a smirk dancing lazily over his mouth when his gaze fell on me. “Hey, big brother. Where did you go yesterday?”

“Get. Your. Feet. Off. My. Desk.Now.” I went to shoot forward, but Quin grasped my shoulder. Even though he wasn’t particularly strong, he held me back because I never wanted to hurt him, and slapping his hand off me would do exactly that. I pointed at Jackson instead. “You have two seconds before I break your ankles.”

Jackson’s laughter rebounded off the walls, and he dropped his feet to the floor, shaking his head as he did. “Such a grouch, Colt. You belong onSesame Street.”

I took a deep breath to stop myself from storming over to slam my knuckles into his head. “I said you could stay here, but that requires you to respect me and my wife.”

“But he’s not your spouse yet, is he?” Jackson tapped his finger on my desk, his mouth curling in delight. His blue eyes glinted and mischief flashed in them. “I did some research. Funny thing. Bethany’s missing. Did you know that? I asked around to some of her friends, and they don’t seem to care much, but they said she hasn’t contacted them in a while now.”

“She disappears a lot,” Quin said behind me. “It isn’t new.”

I linked my fingers with his and gave him a small shake of my head. It was better if he didn’t say anything while Jackson was around. Another thing about my brother was that he was smart and able to string together the truth very quickly.

Jackson’s eyebrows rose. “Really? Why is that?”

“It’s none of your fucking business, Jack.” It’d been a long time since I’d called my brother by his childhood nickname. After I’d realized how dangerous he was, I’d left our relationship behind in a lot of ways. “Leave it alone.”

He stood in one swift motion and walked around the desk, hands clasped behind his back. “I saw her signature on the copy of your divorce papers, and I reached out to someone.” He stopped in front of us. His tongue poked between his teeth, a sign of triumph. “I have a friend who studies handwriting at New Gothenburg University, and according to him, the signature isn’t quite right. She used to leave me notes. I still have them. They were very... intense.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“Signatures are never the same,” I drawled, unimpressed. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

He grinned widely and tilted his body forward, leaning in closer. “I knew Bethany for a short time, Colt. A very short time. She wasn’t the best lay, but a hole’s a hole, right?”

I tensed, and Quin’s grip on my hand tightened.

“She’s not the kind of person to just let things go, is she?” He slid his stare to Quin. “She’s a stubborn lady. Or should I say shewas? What happened to her?”

“Nothing,” I snapped, shoving his chest and making him fall back a few steps. “She left the way she’s always abandoned her ex-husbands.”

“I don’t believe that. She isn’t the type to flit away.” His attention returned to Quin. “What did Colt do to her, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” Quin yelled at the same time as I stepped forward, shoving Jackson backward.

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