“You didn’t make a sandwich,” Elliot points out. “You made a mess.”
“I regret nothing,” Orion says, unapologetic.
Noah curls beside me with a wet cloth and starts cleaning off the chocolate smears Callum left.
“What do we say about edible lube on sensitive skin?” Noah tuts.
“That it’s delicious and I’m a gift?” Callum tries and then licks a smudge from my hips.
“That you’re banned from chocolate until Juliet stops smelling like a goddamn truffle?” Elliot counters.
I groan. “All of you. Stop arguing over my thighs. They’re busy basking.”
“Your everything is basking,” Vitaly whispers, still holding my hand like he’s afraid he’ll wake up alone.
I tug him down until he’s beside me. Nuzzle into his chest.
“Welcome to the family. You survived the first course.”
“It’s an all you can eat buffet, really,” Callum says.
“Is that even a compliment?” I tease.
Orion smacks him.
Vitaly groans. Low. Dark. Dangerous.
And I smile like the fucking queen of chaos.
Because we all know dessert’s never over.
Because I have five beautiful, perfect loves.
Chapter Twenty-One
Reid
The place is packed enough for cover. Quiet enough that if she moans too loud the couple two tables over will hear every second of it.
It’s ten til seven. I’m at a back corner table. Wine ordered.
She’s mine.
The only question left is how many times I make her come before she admits it.
So why does this feel like a fucking performance review?
Where are we left if she determines I’m not a good fit after all?
Doesn’t change that she’s mine.
Not for me.
I’m dressed like it matters. I’m dressed like I’m testifying in my own murder trial.
Black suit, black shirt, sapphire tie.
The one I wear when IA needs convincing I’m still their man.
