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“The guys told him?” Kennedy starts the conversation. My ears perk up. The man I met on the front porch is not the one who just walked through his own home and out the door.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s better than him finding out on his own, but still,” Winnie says on a sigh.

“I’m cluing them in. Otherwise, they’ll hear town lore, and you know they can’t ever get it right.” Kennedy looks from Lennie to Winnie. Both agree with a nod of their heads. “Lyric, a childhood friend of Jagger’s, is back. She’s been gone since he was seventeen. They kept in touch here and there, then one day,poof, it’s like she disappeared into thin air. The guys didn’t have the resources they do now, or I’m sure Jagger would have used them. The kicker is she bought her childhood home, which happens to be next to Jagger’s parents’ home, back where it all began.”

I’m about to reply when the guys start funneling in one by one. Tysen immediately heads for me, his hand touching my lower back. “Be back, babe. We’re all going to check on Jag.” I nod, lifting my lips to press them against his. Tysen holds steady a moment longer than I expected he would before saying, “Fuckin’ glad I have you, Maci. Love you.”

“I love you.” My eyes get lost in a sea of Tysen.

“No, babe. Love you.” His words are sharp and succinct, getting his point across. Whatever passes over my face, he’s more than okay with. His chin lifts the slightest bit, and then my man is following the others out the door to go after their friend.

“Well, looks like we’re on kid duty, which means we’re going to ply them with snacks until the men folk come back to man the grill,” Lennie announces.

“Honey, I may be gay, but I’m still a man, and I can grill the hell out of some meat,” Samuel comes in clutch. We all breathe a sigh of relief and head out to the patio.

“Well, you’re in charge now,” I tell him. Meanwhile, I’m worrying my bottom lip hoping that whatever happens with Jagger will all work itself out.

EPILOGUE

TYSEN

Six Weeks Later

“Hmmm.” Maci arches her ass into my cock. We’re naked and in a bed, but we’re not in our bed. I’ve got one arm beneath her neck, fingers locked with hers, and my arm is draped across her stomach, holding her to me.

“Good nap?” I murmur into her ear. Her skin becomes covered in goose bumps, and my hand is tempted to trail in between her legs to feel what I know is her arousal slickening her pussy.

“Yes. Are we there yet?” We’ve only been in bed for a couple of hours. The trip we’re taking had us stopping in Dubai to refuel, get off the jet, stretch our legs, and grab a bite to eat. I suggested staying a night, giving her time to see a different side of the world. But our time is limited. There are only so many favors I can pull, and using the jet for personal use meant bumping clients to a different date. It’s more than worth it. What’s the point of having all this money sitting in the bank and doing nothing with it? The guys rallied, much like we always do when someone needs a helping hand. Jagger stepped up to the plate, trading the opportunity to do one of his dare devil adventures in order to pick up any slack that’s needed, and Liam can’t cover. He’s still fucking reeling over Lyric. Jude’s been keeping an eye on her place and hasn’t seen any type of movement. It’s making us wonder if she’s truly home or what the fuck she’s doing with the house.

“A couple of more hours.” The last leg of our journey to the Maldives is only four hours from our last stop. It’s one of Maci’s bucket list places, an island for lovers, and I’ve booked us a place overlooking the water. A full week of having Maci to myself, nobody pestering us about a baby shower, when we’re tying the knot, and work isn’t breathing down our necks. I’ll fucking take it any day of the week. Then there’s the added pleasure of having my woman in nothing but a bathing suit, and if she’s not in that, it’ll be nothing but skin.

Since Maci started yawning, I suggested we head to the back bedroom. Liam and our part-time pilot, Michelle, are currently navigating the air, and while Samuel pouted to Maci, we both agreed to have no flight attendants. This trip is for us—no work, no worries, and a celebration of sorts considering Maci’s morning sickness finally disappeared a couple of weeks ago.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m tired of being in the Gulfstream,” she groans, sleep coating her voice.

“I’ve got something to keep you preoccupied.” I kiss the back of her neck, tongue rasping over her heated flesh and pulling it into my mouth.

“God, yes.” She hikes her leg over my hip, opening herself up for me, warm and ready. Except I have another plan in mind.

“Up and on your knees.” I pull away from her, doing the same thing for myself. There’s nothing better than watching my woman ride my cock or seeing every moment of rapture written on her face when she flies apart. This time, I need her a different way to make this work. I’d planned on doing this on our vacation, but I’m tired of fucking waiting, and the sooner I have another piece attaching me to her, the better.

“I like where this is going.” The sheets slide from her body, showing off every new curve. She fucking amazes me at every turn, and every day, I’m rewarded with a new piece of knowledge she shares with me. Maci Vesper is full of layers, and I’m pulling each one of them back, bit by bit.

“So do I.” My hand wraps around my cock, and I slide the tip through her slick folds. She’s soaked. Worrying about her needing my mouth or fingers first flies out the window. I grasp her hip, and my knees slide between hers, spreading her wider than she is right now.

“Oh god.” Her back arches, head meeting my shoulder, and I’m given a view clear down in front of her. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to have a mirror in this moment, to watch my cock sink inside her inch by inch.

“You ready?” I let out a breath, needing her tight velvet wrapped around me.

“More than,” Maci breathes, and she drops lower until she’s seated on half of my cock. I lift up, ready to bottom out in her cunt. My dick is more than ready to fuck her raw. Nothing has changed when it comes to my need for her, and she’s always more than willing. There are times we can barely keep our hands off each other throughout a workday. Samuel and Liam shake their heads, exit the jet, and leave us be for as long as they can. The bathroom has gotten plenty of use these last six weeks, and now being able to use the bed, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be hard as fuck not to return to it.

“Don’t go slow, Tys.” She’s had to keep quiet during our flight, and I can tell it’s taking its toll on her. I use my hand, tilting her head in a way that my mouth can attach to hers, and I swallow down her moans. My hips piston in and out, feeling the wet glide, attempting to make me lose control with each clench of her cunt. Maci knows exactly what she’s doing, and I swear to god, it’s like she does it on purpose. My hand slides around her hip. She shivers, and I zero in on the small patch of hair between her legs. Nice and neat, short and trimmed. There have been times when she’s been in the shower and I join her, she’ll have her leg propped on the built-in bench shaving herself. The sight was shit hot, and I sunk to my knees, took the razor from her hand, and shaved her myself. It also led to her leg being hooked over my shoulder, my mouth fucking her cunt, and my fingers getting in on the action. I’ve yet to take her ass, but judging by the way she took two of my fingers earlier this week, it’ll only be a matter of time.

I slip further into her pussy, my fingers forming a V-shape on either side of her clit, and Maci loses it. Her mouth leaves mine, she thrusts backwards, and I’ve got just enough time to slide her ring from my pinky finger and onto her ring finger. I didn’t think this through very well, or I’d have slipped it on while she was asleep, woke her up with my dick in her, and told her we’d be getting married.

My hand grabs hers, fitting her ring on her with her being none the wiser, so lost in a cloud of lust the only thing she’s searching for is her orgasm.

“Mac,” I grunt, needing her attention, lacing our fingers together where hers are on top and mine are on the bottom.

“Tysen.” Her ass pushes back into me. I hold steady, feeling the way her pussy grips me, attempting to suck the cum out of me before I’m ready. Except my own body betrays me. My muscles draw tight, my balls ache, and with one last shove, I’m coming right along with her.

“Oh my god, when did you do that?” She looks down at her hands, already recovered from her orgasm. Meanwhile, I’m trying to hold myself together and not bend her all the way over and fuck her again. When I went ring shopping, it wasn’t with anyone. I did it on my own. I almost brought Samuel as a guide, but this was something I had to do from start to finish. I’d have gone for the biggest carat I could get, except that wouldn’t have been her style. Instead, I went with something classic with a presence, exactly like Maci, strong and elegant. A gold cathedral setting, the diamond standing out, and it didn’t hurt that it was a carat and a half in total.

“When you were taking my cock. I’m not asking you, Maci. You already know I’m marrying you, and the sooner the fucking better. Love you, love our baby, and love everything else in between,” I tell her.

“I love you. God, how I love you.” She moves off my dick. I grunt, not liking losing her heat. The only plus side of this is we’re face to face now.

“I promise you this, we’re going to have a great life together.” I cup her cheeks. When her hands go to mine, I see the gleam from my diamond on her finger. It makes me want to put her on her back and fuck her with nothing on except the ring.

“I know we will. Now, please kiss me.” I do what my woman wants. We also do a whole lot more until Liam comes over the intercom and tells us we’ll be landing sooner than anticipated. And I know we’ll continue the celebrating throughout our stay in the Maldives.