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He milked himself on my cock as more cum dribbled out of him. His body twitched, but he didn’t stop. “Parker, come for me.”

I thrust my hips once, getting as deep as I could as the orgasm crashed into me. Pulling me under until I had no choice but to ride it out. I was free falling as waves of pleasure rolled through me from head to toe. I squeezed my eyes closed so hard it took long moments before my vision returned.

Ethan pulled my hands off him and shifted until he rolled next to me and tucked his body against mine. It took us a few minutes to catch our breaths, then he cleaned us up.

“Love you,” he said as he nuzzled under my ear.

“Love you more.”

CHAPTER 35

ETHAN

“Seth, can you grab the extension for the dining room table?” Dom asked as he brought in two extra chairs from the garage.

Dom’s kitchen buzzed with activity. We decided to have a fancy brunch before opening the brewery for Sunday hours to celebrate as a family the big meeting Parker was at. Assuming the meeting ever finished and went well. A disappointment brunch worked too, but I had a feeling the meeting would go great.

I glanced at theGolden Girlsclock over the stove. He’d been gone for two hours.

“I’m sure it’s going fine. Just focus on making those mimosas.” Austin wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple.

“Ethan cuddle pile!” Caleb moved to my other side and squeezed in.

I laughed and leaned into the hugs. I was so grateful to have such wonderful people in my life. Austin had found the perfect person for him like I’d found for me.

“Hard to make your blood-orange mimosas with all the hugs.”

Austin stepped back like I was a skunk about to spray. Then he grabbed Caleb’s wrist and forced him into a high five. “Mimosas!”

Caleb shook his head, laughing, and moved back to the stove.

“You should do a mimosa flight at the restaurant,” Austin suggested.

“Our menu is already printed with the opening coming up, so how about a compromise? A monthly Inkwell Bistro mimosa happy hour?” Caleb suggested as he hooked his arm around Austin.

Austin melted as he always did at the bistro name that referenced their shared love for all things stationery—which was how they’d originally met. “I accept your terms as long as I can provide input on the fruit juices.”

“Deal.” Caleb kissed his cheek.

I popped the magnum bottle of champagne, and everyone cheered in a trained response.

Austin set out place settings for seven after Dom and Seth wrestled the table extension in.

“You only need six,” Seth said.

“Ty isn’t coming? I thought he said he’d be back for brunch,” I said.

Seth smirked at Dom, whose lips twisted devilishly.

“He says he’s stillstrandedat that guy’s house.Allegedly,there’s a tree down across the guy’s driveway from the storm that won’t be cleared until tomorrow.”

I was clearly missing part of the story. We’d had a horrendous late-season storm a couple of days ago as Ty was heading back from a customer meeting at the coast. He had a car issue and ended up at a kind stranger’s house. I was glad he didn’t get hurt. There were a lot of accidents over the pass on Highway 26.

“Oh well. More mimosas for us,” Austin said as he trailed fingertips up Caleb’s chest while Caleb cooked at the stove.

“You can have my share too since I’m working today,” Seth said after pouring himself straight grapefruit juice.

“You get handsy when you’re champagne drunk,” Caleb said.

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