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I arch an eyebrow at him, and he sighs. “I know! Iknow, but it’s a good-paying job, and I get to go all around the country doing shit. And it’s fun. Mostly. I had to get the hang of it for a minute there, but I think I’m good at it. And Bane is helping me…with my career.”

I hang up the wind chime on a nail that is protruding from the side of one of the pillars and then turn toward Kit.

“I’m really happy for you. Just, don’t end up in jail, okay?”

Kit makes a face. “I won’t. There are certain protections in place.”

“Do I even want to know?”

“Probably not.”

I let out a muffled laugh as I pull him into a hug. “Alright, well, let me get some sunscreen for Bane. He’s very pale and I think he’s going to burn.”

Kit turns to look, squinting his eyes. “Yeah, I think so too. I don’t think he sees many rays. He’s usually underground.”

“Is he really?”

Kit shrugs. “Yeah. He’s cool though. Has a lot of good advice and seems pretty loyal.”

“He’s something,” I say and then link my arm with his and pull him forward. “Come on. Let’s get the sunscreen and go eat. I think it’s almost ready.”

As we move into the house, I hear Bane chatting with Dean at the grill and feel a smile pull at my lips.

Damn, this is going to be a good day.

EPILOGUE

DEAN

“There. That’s the last of it,” I say as I shut the fridge and turn to see Avery leaning against the kitchen table, his skirt riding up his legs. He’s been torturing me all day in that short skirt, that tiny shirt, and those fucking pigtails.

And damn, those long legs. I’ve been staring at them all fucking day.

“You trying to tempt me to take you right here?” I ask as I prowl toward him. “Because I will. I’ll flip you over and fuck you raw.”

“Oh god, maybe I am,” he says. “Everyone is gone. My sister is out with friends. I think you could take me anywhere you want.”

My hands move to his waist and I tug his shirt up, my skin meeting his. He’s warm and soft, and fuck, I want to lick the entirety of him. Bite and kiss. Mark him.

“Oh my gawd, are you growling? You know I go feral for that,” Avery moans as my hands move to his ass and I pick him up. His legs wrap around my back and I carry him to the bedroom where all the supplies are. I want him wet and open for me.

I want to watch him writhe beneath me. Or on top.

Fuck, I don’t care. I just want to get inside of him.

I went from a man who didn’t have sex for ages to having it all the time. And it never gets old. Not with Avery. My husband.

The love of my life.

With a heave, I toss Avery onto the bed, watching him bounce slightly as I tug his skirt off. Then my fingers move to his shirt, ripping it from his head. Fuck, those pigtails. I want to pull them while I fuck into him.

“Keep the knee-high socks on,” I say as he starts to remove them. “They’re fucking perfect.”

He lets out a small sigh, his hand moving to his dick, stroking it as I grab the lube, spurting some on his hard length, and then putting some on my fingers.

“Gonna open you up,” I say lowly as I move toward him, still fully clothed. I don’t have the patience to remove anything right now. At this moment, I just want him panting and begging.

His legs spread and my fingers find his hole, pushing inside after playing with his rim for a few seconds. I slip in easily, one finger and then two, making him moan with each inch I give him until I’m scissoring him open.

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