“I’m glad you did, too.” I kissed the back of his neck.
My cock softened enough to slip out of Elliot.
“It was super scary.”
“It was.”
“I’m trying to say I realized I love you through all of that. Like, I love you a lot.” Elliot pulled my arm around him and held my hand, pressing a kiss to the center of my palm. “I just want you to know that. You know, just in case we lose to Donn Death.”
I held him tighter. “And I love you,A stor.”
Elliot kissed my palm again, then smiled.
Someone knocked on our bedroom door. “I didn’t bust my ass making dinner for you two assholes just so you wouldn’t eat it.” Cael definitely wasn’t messing around.
“What did you make?” I raised my voice so he could hear me.
“Something with love inside, just for you two.” He delivered the sarcasm well. “Who fucking cares, Grym? Just come down. Now. Please.”
“Adding the please really warmed up the demand, didn’t it?” Elliot turned and kissed me, then slid off the bed and went into the bathroom.
He wasn’t in there long. Just long enough to clean up. He smiled at me when he reentered the room. “You look positively debauched.”
I chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed.
Elliot closed the distance. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the center of his chest.
Then my stomach growled.
Elliot chuckled and let me go. “I guess we should get to dinner.”
Dinner with the whole family should be interesting. For one thing, we probably needed a bigger table. And then we needed more beds and rooms. But more importantly, we needed a solid defensive strategy for when Donn struck again. And he would. Probably sooner rather than later. We’d pissed him off pretty good, according to Ezul. He’d exact his wrath with swift force. That bit of horror also came from Ezul.
The good news was that they had entered the eye of the storm. All was quiet on the farm, and Elliot and I were a solid unit. One Donn could do nothing about.
Epilogue
Elliot
Ikissed Grym before grabbing my mug. “Who’s on security in the workshop today? Not you. Please.” I kissed his forehead. “I love that you’re a huge distraction, but I really have to finish that table. My client called yesterday.”
Cael chuckled. “In other words, keep your dick away from him while he’s working.”
Grym grinned. “Or you cannot work, and we can go back upstairs.”
“I have bills, Grymley Reaper. Bills.”
Grym raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure you still have bills?”
My suspicion was immediate. I’d stopped getting as many bills in the mail. Email, too. I thought it had something to do with the lingering souls. Things had started shutting down. The post office closed for several days in a row because of ghosts, which should have been hard to believe, but it was becoming more common.
“I told you not to do that, Grym.” I hugged him. I knew he’d done it because he loved me. I was grateful. Really. But my debt was my mess to clean up. “I’m paying you back.” I pulled awayand gave him a pointed look. “I mean it, Grymley Reaper. You can’t say no.”
Grym just smiled.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
