“Yeah, your life was pretty boring before you met me.” I wrap my arms around his torso, and he layers his arms on top of mine. This man is the least boring person I’ve ever met.
“It was… incomplete before you. Now I have you and Noah. That’s all I’ll ever need.”
I tug on his neck until he leans down to kiss me again.
Wes is my family now.
Jake is, too. Lola. Meadow. Honey Bunny and Sir Fluffy.
I feel like I have a true family to support me.
We stay with our lips locked together for a long moment, the calm before the storm as I can feel the hard promise of what’s to come pressing against my belly.
I am so lucky to have Wes. I’m lucky we found each other, and that he managed to break down those impenetrable walls I’d built around my heart.
He convinced me I am worth loving.
Worth protecting.
Both by him.
Epilogue
WES
I’m slamming into Callie from behind on our bed, one hand holding her in place by the hip, the other hand reaching around to rub her clit.
“Fuck, Wes. Fuck!”
“Does that feel good, Calliope?”
“So good. Please, Wes…” She moans, and the view of my girlfriend bracing on all fours is almost too much. I concentrate so fucking hard on not coming before she does.
I pull out and flip her around, tossing her on the bed and immediately sliding back into her soaking wet pussy. She’s so tight, and I can feel her starting to contract around me.
“I’m going to come, Wes.” She reaches over her head to ground herself on the headboard and arches her back.
“I know, sweetheart. Good girl. Come now, Calliope. Come all over my cock.”
She’s so sweaty and gorgeous, and when she screams out and starts coming, I immediately follow.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, turning completely limp underneath me when we’re both done.
I lean down and kiss her on the lips before pulling out and lying next to her.
“Holy shit,” I agree and turn to face her. “I will never get over your incredible pussy, Calliope.”
She laughs and reaches over to grab my cock, still half hard. “And I’ll never get over your dick, Wesley.”
I chuckle and pull her closer, careful not to disturb her hand on my cock, which loves anytime Callie touches it.
These days, my heart is full, but I don’t always have enough time to track the movements of both my brother and Callie. Noah laughed at me when I brought up the concern, reminding me he is, indeed, a serial killer and doesn’t need my protection.
I’ll never stop protecting the people I love.
Three hours, five orgasms (three of them Callie’s) and one joint shower later, Noah shows up while Callie’s out picking up last-minute things for our family dinner. We’re checking out his list before everyone else arrives.
“You added five more targets within the past week?” I examine the updated list in Noah’s notebook.
