“I love you, Wesley. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
“You love me?” His eyes are wide with wonder. I nod vigorously. “But you told me you wanted to start over and live a different kind of life.” Desperation is etched in his face alongside hope and fear.
“Fuck that.” I run my hands up his neck, hanging onto him, burying my fingers in his thick hair. His eyelids flutter. “I want to live a good life. And that good life is with you. I want you. Whatever life I can have with you.”
Shane makes a pathetic sound behind us, but neither of us look his way.
“Lovely, wonderful.” Noah slow claps. “You’re in love with each other. That’s just great. I’m so happy for you. Callie, welcome to the family.”
Wes leans down and gently brings our lips together, kissing me once softly, then more insistently, swiping his tongue in my mouth. I let out a soft moan and arch my back so I’m fully pressed against him.
“This is like a fucked-up Hallmark movie ending, but can we put a pin on your celebration for now?” Noah sighs dramatically. “Because we gotta deal with this asshole before you two can fuck.”
I chuckle into Wes’s mouth, and we pull away.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more,” he says, placing one last kiss on my lips before lowering me down.
I turn to Shane. He’s—well, he looks like he’s dead. I stare at the face of the man I was married to.
“Is he—” I stop and look at Noah.
“I think so.” Noah steps forward and puts his hand on Shane’s neck, looking for a pulse. When he can’t find one, he nods.
“You okay?” Wes entwines his fingers with mine.
Am I okay? I think so. I do a check. My heart is full. My mental state—it’s the calmest I’ve felt in months. The constant feeling of restlessness and unfinished business has disappeared. Even after I got Shane to sign the papers and had Mom’s ring on my finger, I didn’t feel settled. I thought it was because I hadn’t left Portland yet. But I think it was the fact that his existence would hang over my head forever. And maybe I suspected what he was truly capable of all along.
We rid the world of a monster. And now I can live my life.
Physically, I’m exhausted. My legs are wobbly, I’ve got the start of a headache, I’m thirsty, and all I can smell is that apple pie. I’m starving.
“Can we have pie when we’re done getting rid of him?”
“Not the mince pie,” Wes says with a grave face.
“You’re gonna have to make me a non-poisoned mince pie one day.” I giggle and bump him with my shoulder.
“For you, I’ll do anything.” He brings our linked hands to his mouth and kisses the back of my hand.
Chapter 45
Best Friends
WES
Each of Callie’s wrists is zip-tied to a bedpost, and she’s spread out naked before me. Her legs are wide open, and her pussy is wet and glistening, even though I haven’t even touched it yet.
“Wes, come on,” she says, bucking her hips up toward me. “Touch me or I’m going to die.”
I stroke my bare cock, which is hard as fuck. She watches me and moans, rubbing her thighs together, her eyes glued to the motion of my hand.
“Soon, Calliope.” I release my dick and crawl up the bed toward her, reaching for the bowl from my nightstand and dipping my fingers into the sticky apple pie filling. I drip some of the sweet filling down the center of her chest and over each nipple. “I’m hungry for an appetizer before I have my main meal. First, you taste.”
I lift my fingers to her mouth and she opens immediately, sucking on each finger as if she’s starving.
I curse under my breath at the sight of her sucking, wishing it was my cock insteadof my fingers.
