“I like it. Think that’s the only modification I can ask for?” I ask, grinning.
He playfully narrows his eyes. “What other kind of modification do you need?”
“I’d like to modify your guts with my big cock,” I joke, popping my brows.
He falls back, laughing so hard it almost hurts my feelings. After a few moments, he rolls back into me, kissing me before whispering in my ear, “I think I would like that very much.”
* * *
After an afternoonof tumbling around naked and talking about the deep things, we join the crew at Rebel Sky for Sunday dinner. Levy and I no longer sit across the table from each other but right next to each other, side by side.
When Warwick asks if we’d like to join him and his guys one of these nights, Levy’s ears go red, and he shakes his head. “I’m a one-man kind of guy.”
Warwick winks at us. “Respect. If you ever change your mind…”
“We know where you are,” I say, hugging Levy close.
Anders comes up with Omar, giving me a back-pounding bro-hug. “We’ve got your temporary documentation squared. It’ll take a little while longer to push through everything else, but you are no longer in the country illegally.”
Levy tightens his hold on me. I know it reassures him that I won’t be taken from him in the middle of the night.
Anders sees Levy’s reaction, and his expression softens. “So you two are pretty serious about each other then.”
Levy nods, smiling shyly. “We’re going to have his things sent up here. He’s moving in with me.”
“Are you leaving Ant alone at the bunkhouse?”
“I’m not alone,” Ant says, walking up with a grin.
“No?”
Ant shakes his head. “I’ve got Bunny, and Charlie’s asked Erik to sell the trailer. He says it’s an eyesore now that everything is in place and we have plenty of room at the bunkhouse.”
Anders adopts a shrewd look. “That’s smart. No need to run multiple households. Though I can’t believe you called that poor beast of a dogBunny.”
“He has floppy ears and an underbite. How could I not?”
Ant winks and then goes to greet Sam and Desi with open arms. Anders wanders off with Omar, and Levy and I find ourselves alone on the couch.
“Do you think Charlie is up to something by making Erik move into the bunkhouse?” Levy asks, kissing my jaw.
I think about it and shake my head. “Erik’s been at the bunkhouse for days now. He hasn’t once made a move to go back to his trailer. I wonder if Charlie’s trying to make it easier for Erik to do the thing he wants to do.”
Levy hums to himself. “What do you think he wants to do?”
“When he knows, we’ll know.”
Levy grins and, looking around the room, hikes his knee over my thighs, straddling me. “Guess that makes me lucky.”
“Yeah, how?” I ask, my hands landing on his luscious ass.
He grins proudly. “I already know exactly what—and who—I want in my life.”
Me?I mouth, pointing to myself.
“You,” he says, absolute certainty in his words. “Always.”
EPILOGUE
