I grin wide. “Does that mean you accept Marcus?”
“I will try,” he grumbles. “Though I wonder if he can be disposed of…”
“I doubt Marcus is going away,” Kane says.
“I’m not,” Marcus says, walking toward us. He really didn’t go far, did he?
Stalker.
I’m smiling as he stands beside me and lifts my hand to kiss the back of it, at which Jude gawks, which is pure comedy at this point.
“Here comes the boyfriend drama,” Kane says.
“Excuse you,” Marcus says, and I laugh.What?It is funny.
Jude releases a long sigh as he glares at Marcus. “I don’ttrustyou. I don’tlikeyou, but I cantolerateyou for Preston’s sake. But mark my words, Osborn. You hurt him in any way, and I’ll take you apart.”
“The feeling is mutual,” Marcus says with similar aggression. That’s because he’s a jealous bitch over Jude. He even said it the other day.It should’ve been me by your side since we were young, not fucking Callahan.
His words, not mine.
“I have a question,” Kane says, tilting his head to the side. “How did you manage to make someone who’s as allergic to monogamy as Preston is love you, Marcus?”
“Simple.” He smiles. “I just refused to give up on him.”
I can’t help it. I really can’t.
With a smile, I kiss him.
Right in front of Kane and Jude.
They’ll have to get used to it.
From now on, he’s part of our family.
EPILOGUE 2 — MARCUS
ONE YEAR LATER
“Mmm…”
A groan rips out of me as pleasure sparks down my spine. For a second, I feel like I’m dreaming.
It’s like that time when I had my cock against Preston’s red ass after I whipped him senseless. The fat, round tip pushing inside?—
“Come on, open your eyes, baby.”
I blink as he groans around my length, the vibration of his voice coupled with the wet warmth of his mouth making me grunt.
“There you are.” His head peeks from between my legs.
The grogginess of sleep slowly vanishes as I make out the scene in front of me. I’m in our bed as Preston lies on his stomach, gorgeously naked, the snake wrapped tightly around his right side, his hands squeezing my rock-hard cock.
Sunlight slips through the curtains of our penthouse in New York, making his messy locks shine in a golden hue, his eyes so green, they appear molten.
“You need to watch this.” He licks his lips, then wraps them around my dick.
“Jesus fuck…” I groan, my hips lifting a little as he feeds his mouth more of me.
