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Nova

We’re lying in bed, soaking in the peace after the chaos.

With everything that happened tonight, nothing made me happier than coming home to find Bandit safe and curled up in his bed. I had locked him in the bathroom before all hell broke loose and I’ve heard raccoons can open doors, but I never believed it.

Until now.

I’m laying on my side, meeting Colt’s gaze as we watch each other, silently. There’s no need to talk about what happened. Max and Lacey were obstacles that needed to be removed to ensure our future. The end.

A loud smacking noise interrupts our quiet moment, and I look towards the end of the bed. Bandit is sitting like a tiny human with a jar of peanut butter in front of him, using a celery stick as a spoon. He dips it into the jar, swirling it around before bringing it back to his mouth. He takes a big bite, his lips and tongue making gross little sounds.

Glancing at Colt, his lips tug up in a grin and I giggle. It draws Bandit’s attention, and he leans the jar of peanut butter against my ankle, crawling between us with the celery stick still in his mouth. He squeezes his squishy body between our chests, turning towards Colt, tilting his head.

“What is it, furball?” He asks and Bandit’s tail swishes.

“What do you want, buddy?” I coo, running my hand down his fur.

He glances my direction, batting his eyes before turning back to Colt. Just as I’m about to cuddle him to my chest, he pulls the celery stick from his mouth, whacking Colt in the nose with it.

He rears back, looking stunned. “You little shit!”

“I told you he hit me with celery, and you didn’t believe me!” I burst out laughing. It’s still painful, but damn this is worth it.

Bandit begins chittering, zipping back and forth across the mattress, jumping over our legs like an Olympic hurdler.

“Oh, I’ve got something for you!” Colt jumps from the bed, spreading his arms wide, making ridiculous, beastly noises at Bandit.

He climbs off the bed and takes off running, Colt chasing him down the hall. His nails tapping quickly across the floor, followed by Colt’s heavy footsteps have me rolling in laughter.

I listen to their playfulness, so fucking happy this is my life now. I don’t need anything in life but these two clowns.

Colt slips back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His hair is disheveled and he’s a little out of breath.

I grin. “Did he kick your ass?”

“The chubby bastard ran into his room and went to sleep. He needs to lay off the peanut butter.”

“You leave him alone. I bought him a leash so I can take him outside more. That will be plenty of exercise.”

He slips into bed beside me. “I may need to join you. He wore me out.”

He pulls me close, and I snuggle into his chest. The rhythm of his heart beating relaxes me, but my mind begins to whirl with thoughts of the future.

“What will you do now? You killed your entire crew.” I ask, curious about the future of his organization.

“They shouldn’t have betrayed me.”

“I’m not saying they didn’t deserve it. Will you find new guys?”

He sighs. “I think it’s time for a change.”

Lifting my head from his chest, I prop myself up on my elbow. “What kind of change?”

“Did you like bartending?” He asks.

Thinking it over for a few moments, I nod. “I don’t particularly like people, but I did enjoy talking to the old timers when they came in. The only issues I ever had was when the drunks got handsy, but you took care of that.”

He growls, gripping my hips and rolling me onto my back. “I sure the fuck did, and I’ll do it again.” He bends down, kissing me softly, treating me as if I’m made of glass.

Deepening the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. “You’re a psychopath, but I kind of love it.”

He chuckles, nipping my bottom lip, licking a trail across my jaw until he reaches my ear. “How are you feeling?”

My voice is breathy as he licks the shell of my ear, grinding his hard cock against my bare pussy. “Like I need you inside me, now.”

The only thing keeping our bodies from joining is his stupid fucking boxers and I’m about to rip them off.

“How’s your head?” He whispers, making my body tremble.

“Great. Get naked.”

He pulls away, looking down at me with that gorgeous smile that melts me into a puddle. “Tell me the truth, baby.”

Exasperated, I roll my eyes. “I’m fine, Colt.”

He reaches for my wrists, pinning them above my head. “You’re a fucking brat.” Holding them both in one of his large hands, he glides the other down my body, goosebumps erupting across my skin. He reaches my aching pussy, and I gasp as he slides two fingers inside me.

I’m fucking drenched.

Lifting my legs like I’m a gymnast, my toes find the waistband of his boxers, pushing them over his ass and down his thighs. He groans as his cock springs free, pressing against my swollen clit. He removes his fingers, bringing them to my mouth. My lips part eagerly, and he pushes them inside, not stopping until he hits the back of my throat.

My gag reflex tries to surface, but I relax and let him play. His eyes widen as I take his fingers deeper, moaning as I suck them clean.

“Fuck.” He groans, the tip of his cock pushing past my entrance.

I release his fingers with a pop, my heels pushing into his ass, needing him all the way inside me. “Colt.” I whimper and he slams into me, ripping a scream from my throat. The dull headache that still lingered has amped up once again, but I ignore it, his cock too fucking good to concentrate on anything else.

“I’ve missed you.” He murmurs, crushing his lips to mine and I’m thrown into an alternate reality where only Colt and I exist, and nothing else matters.

While we’re practically attached at the hip, I know what he means. When we’re together like this, nothing can touch us. Nothing can penetrate our little world full of darkness and love.

Two things that most people see as polar opposites, but to us, it’s all we know.

All we need.

My back arches off the bed as he hits that sweet spot that I never knew existed until I felt him for the first time. The place inside me he always finds so easily, like it was put there just for him.

He releases my wrists, sliding his arms beneath me, cradling my body against his own.

It’s suffocating.

It’s consuming.

It’s everything I could possibly want.

He’s my devil and I’m his queen, but in the end, we’re nothing but mere servants, willing to do anything for each other.

I’m addicted.

He’s obsessed.

We’re possessive, murderous beings willing to do unspeakable things to hold onto each other for as long as we live in this fucked up world.

My pussy clenches as he rotates his hips, sending me into a downward spiral of sweet torture. He buries his face in my neck, sucking and nipping my sensitive skin. It’s sure to leave a bruise, but I’ll wear his mark proudly, letting everyone see I’m owned by a ruthless killer, who will only bow to me.

My quiet blue-eyed boy turned into a feral beast, a monster, but he’s all mine until the end of time. That thought alone sends me crashing into the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

He growls into my skin, my tight cunt ripping his release from his body. He buries himself as deep as he can, grinding against my cervix and the pain only prolongs the aftershocks of the earth-shattering explosion between us.

He rolls to the side, taking me with him, our bodies still joined. Our sweat slicked skin moves easily against each other as he kisses me softly before tucking my head under his chin.

“I can’t lose you, Nova. It was too close.” He whispers into the quiet room, and I shudder.

“You won’t lose me, Colt. Even in death, we’ll be together.”

He kisses the top of my head. “As I was saying earlier, before you distracted me with your perfect cunt-”

Rearing back, I cut him off, swatting him in the chest. He chuckles and I can’t help but smile when he’s carefree like this.

“If you still like bartending, I thought about buying the bar.”

My eyes widen. “Jared’s bar?”

He nods. “Yeah. He’s a dumbass and doesn’t have a clue how to run that place. I have business sense and the money to do it.”

I’m vibrating with excitement. “Do it!”

“Really?”

“Yes!” I shout, pushing him onto his back and straddling his waist. “We’d be together all the time. If you get on my nerves, I’ll just kick you out for a little while.”

He grips my waist, a devious grin playing on his lips. “I’d find a way in.”

“I know.”

His face grows serious. “We’re getting married tomorrow.”

I damn near choke on my own spit. “What? My face is-”

“Fucking gorgeous as always.”

The fight leaves me immediately. The truth shines in his eyes and I know without a doubt, I could grow a third eye, and this man would show me off like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Okay.” I agree, suddenly nervous about getting married.

“Nothing changes between us. The only difference is I’ll have paperwork proving this pussy is mine.”

I burst out laughing. “You’re fucking ridiculous!” He grins and I lean down, kissing my future husband.

He squeezes my ass, his chest rumbling as I deepen the kiss. “Ride me, baby. Show me what a dirty little wife you’re going to be.”