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I knew that while we were apart, but now I’m coming to terms with knowing that I never want to live apart from him again—that I never have to.

That my love for him doesn’t have to hurt. It doesn’t have to make me feel like I’m dying.

That it can make me feelalive.

With him under my hands, I feel like a starving man just offered food. I plan on spending days in bed not moving. I want to just stay inside of him in some way—my dick, my fingers, my tongue.

My cock jerks and I erupt at the thought, and as I rest my head on his ass, I push a finger into his wet hole and massage his prostate, just the way he likes, until he’s coming too.

He sinks down next to me, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, Wy. God, you’re insatiable.”

I kiss his cheek as I inhale his scent. Him. “Like I said. I missed you. That wasn’t a lie.”

He nods and our lips meet once more, my body crawling into his lap, my hands twining through his hair as we kiss. It’s wet and slow, and we’re there for so long that my hand eventually wraps around our hard cocks and I stroke us both to completion.

When we finally make it to bed, I’m exhausted, everything coming back to me in waves. The emotions are overwhelming. Everything leading up to this point, the pain and heartache, the happiness and contentment, making my eyelids flutter shut.

“I’m so fucking tired.”

“Get some sleep, love,” Matthias says and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“But Jackson…”

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon. My brothers have it handled.”

“Mm, good.” I nestle against him, my head against his chest, my hand cupping his cock possessively. “G’night.”

“See you in the morning.”

The way he says that, with so much hope, lulls me to sleep.

I sleep soundly for the first time in weeks.

35

WYATT

My eyes land on Jackson as soon as I enter the kitchen.

Just like Matthias said last night, my brother is here and making himself at home. Judging by the two empty plates and the half-filled one, he’s been enjoying Jules’s cooking for a while now.

Jackson’s eyes meet mine and he instantly rolls them. “Knew it. You look happy now that you’re back together. Fucking told you so.”

Well, I’m not answering that. It’s my turn to roll my eyes back at him and grab a piece of French toast from his plate. Shoving it in my mouth, I use that as an excuse not to talk.

“Glad you’re no longer being dumb,” he adds. “From the sounds of it though, Matt was being just as dumb as you were.”

I glare at him, but before I can snap at him, Jules tsks and sets a plate of food in front of me. “I’ll make you your own plate. No need to steal.”

I nod, properly chastised. “Sorry.”

“You have to follow the rules, isn’t that right, Jules?” I swivel around to see Harley sauntering into the kitchen. His intense blue eyes are fixed firmly on our chef’s ass. “Can’t be upsetting the chef extraordinaire.”

“Oh, stop.” Jules turns pink, flicking his towel in Harley’s direction. “You’re a tease.”

He’s not wrong. But from the predatory way Harley tracks Jules around the kitchen, he wants to do a lot more than tease the man.

I go to introduce Harley to Jackson before I remember they were both at the gala last night. “You’ve met, right?”

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