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“I think I’d die of a heart attack inside of a year if I had that in my bed every night,” Caden wheezes.

I laugh.

“Wait until she wakes up.”

He doesn’t. He fucks her again twice, taking her ass, and then her pussy again, before falling asleep.

I stay up, though, watching the wonder in my bed. I want to know the moment she shows signs of waking, so I can fill her cunt again.

EPILOGUE

LIV

“Callum!” I yell from the lounge. “We’re gonna be late!”

“And whose fault is that?” he asks, walking in.

He’s fiddling with his cufflinks. I roll my eyes, and walk to him to help.

“Yours, for being naked in the damn shower. Slut.”

“I’myourslut,” he retorts, bringing his mouth to mine in a kiss that quickly turns into something more, like it usually does with us.

I grunt against his lips. “Don’t! It’s your cousin’s wedding.”

“Second cousin,” he retorts, his eager hands sliding along my legs.

I slap them away. “Hey! We like Less, remember? Besides, his mother will murder you if you’re late.”

He sighs, because he knows it’s true. “Fine. The sooner we go, the sooner I can fuck you in the bathroom.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re not doing that at awedding.”

“It’s a royal wedding,” he reminds me. “It’ll be perfectly safe.”

By safe, he means, no royals kiss and tell—or watch others get plowed against dubiously hygienic surfaces and tell.

I ponder his answer. “Okay, fine, but not until after they say their vows.”

“We’ll see.” He kisses my neck, and leads me out to the car.

“What if it wasyourwedding and, I don’t know, Hawk or Caden disappeared for a quickie in the middle of it?”

“I’d certainly understand, and forgive. My bride though…not so sure.” He tilts his head as he opens the car door. “Will you?”

“Hm?”

“Will you forgive our dear friends if they leave our wedding to fuck in the bathroom, darling?”

I stay planted right there, incapable of thinking of a single thing to say. My brain short-circuited at the whole wedding thing. Preceded by the word our.

“Personally, I’d say it’s acceptable extenuating circumstances, though they’ll have to be back in time to give me the rings. But if you have something against it, let me know. I’ll warn the guys. I know none of them want to be on your bad side. They like to fuck you far too much.”

He’s teasing me; I know he is, because he’s wearing his best smirk. The one he uses when he’s pulling my leg.

I refuse to let him win. “If we ever get married and any of the guys disappear, I’ll castrate them.”

“If?” he challenges, leaning in over the door.