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He nodded.

“Then yes, we are. I don’t expect people to come to me with huge family traumas and not feel anything about them. That would be heartless.”

“I know, I just---”

“Do you want to get out of your head for a while?” I asked him.

“I wish I could climb out of my own skull,” Fen laughed, rolling onto his back.

“Let’s find the sunscreen and the swim trunks and just get out for a while. We can go play in the water and then stuff ourselves with funnel cakes. I think we’re all in need of some sunshine and fresh air.”

“Will that be okay, though?” He asked me.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I asked, arching a brow.

“Because I’m still mad and they’re---”

“Still dead?” I offered up and he nodded.

I took a deep breath before speaking again.

“If you were an ancestor, would you want whoever you left behind to be miserable?” I asked him.

“No, of course not.”

“There’s your answer. I always imagine that your parents were petrified not only for themselves and each other, but for you. They didn’t know whether it would’ve been better for Bram to shove you through the door with them or carry you off. They were probably horrified that he kept you. After what he did to them, they had to be. Except, you were alive and that meant for you there was still hope.

I met the dead mom of my best friend. All she wanted was for him to be alive and just have a chance at being happy. Literally, she sat at the kitchen table of Shepard’s house and said that. So, I think it’s the same for your parents. If they’re still watching, they’d want you to be as happy as you could. Maybe talking about it like this isn’t right. Maybe it’s apples to oranges, but it’s what I think.”

“I can’t wait to read their book,” Fen whispered to me.

“I know a lot of it is speculation. No book will ever be quite as accurate as Patricia’s, because I talked to her, but talking to her changed me that night. It changed how I saw the world and proved to me that not all parents are like my parents. I always thought my voice would never matter. It wouldn’t matter what I wrote – at best it would be entertainment. Only, now I have a purpose and that’s to do my best to give a voice to those who couldn’t give themselves one. And I’m honored with each and every inquiry.” I pressed my forehead against his. “But you’re not just going to read the book, Fen. You’re part of breathing life into it. It’s your story as much as it is theirs and I’m honored to tell your story.”

I waited for Fen to speak. Had I said too much? Did I sound too much like some lost idiot romanticizing the past?

Letting out a deep breath, Fen pressed his lips against mine. After how many times we kissed since getting here I didn’t think either of us had any hesitancy left, but Fen’s kiss was tentative as if he were testing the waters. My lips parted under his, welcoming the warm affection and wave of tingles kissing him sent over my scalp.

He rolled onto his side and pressed his lean muscular body tight against me. His hand found my ass as his tongue wiggled its way into my mouth. I leaned into him, our tongues dancing between our mouths, as I grew hard and slick. Fen was hard too. His erection rubbed against my belly as we kissed. He squeezed my ass, kneading my flesh under his fingers that slid ever closer to my omegahole. Even his touch was hesitant. So, I nibbled his bottom lip to let him know how good his touch made me feel.

“Is this okay?” He whispered when we came up for air.

“It’s perfect, Fen,” I whispered and pressed my forehead against his.

My wolf rubbed against my ribs wanting to reach out to our newest mate. Only he couldn’t until Fen was on the mating link.

“Would one more day inside be a bad thing?” He asked, still holding me close.

“Never with you guys,” I chuckled and stole a kiss.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Marcus

I hung up the phone and leaned back against the sofa. Faran was happy and safe. From the bedroom came the scents of my mates. They were both aroused, and Irwin’s need trickled over our mating link. I stayed where I was even as their scents filled my head and gave my fox other ideas. Maybe they needed time alone. Maybe Fen needed a break from me and talking about his parents.

I let my eyes drift closed and imagined what they might be doing to each other. I imagined their hands and mouths sliding over each other’s bodies as they ground together. My dick hardened at the thought.

A hand slid into mine and I blinked my eyes open expecting to see Irwin, but it was Fen tugging on me.

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