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“Kiss us,” Bez growls.

“And then marry us,” Gabe orders. That almost-smile graces his lips, and then it expands, spreading across his face as he stares at me. Delight is in every feature of his face.I did this.

The world blurs around us. But Gabe remains in sharp detail. Blond hair falling across his forehead, light gray eyes with blue streaks, long straight nose, and wide shoulders.

“I want to ride you until you flatline,” I whisper darkly, feeling his dick hardening against my thigh.

“Do you want our cock, Little Wasp?” Bez grunts, already lining the tip to my slick entrance.

“Always,” I moan as he starts pushing.

“Let’s celebrate our engagement,” Gabe says, before giving a hard thrust.

Hours later, we enter the hospital and walk toward Meg’s room. A month and a half has passed since that horrible night, and she’s still in a coma. We started having family lunches here, after they moved her to a different wing—that has her family’s name—Linda spends most of the time with her.

“Fuck no! I won’t have a quick wedding like Michael or Ollie,” I hiss at him.

“Yes, you will, Little Wasp, even if I have to carry you kicking and screaming to the City Hall, ” he has the bloody courage to utter.

“They won’t let us merry Lori if you do that,” Gabe lets Bez know.

“Exactly, you fool! I want time to organize it. To choose my dress and have my bachelor party.”

Bez snorts. “Like I’ll let you have a bachelor party with naked strippers.”

I sniff, already planning one of my petty revenges as Gabe says, “Let’s talk about this later.”

We enter the room. Everybody is here but Sari—he spends more and more time in his lab these days. They’re already eating food from the takeaway containers. We might have arrived a tad late.

Meg looks the same, lying on the hospital bed. She has new white strands in her hair, but her skin is rosy and her face rested.

Nobody has spotted us since they’re talking tosh about me and my boyfriends—fiancés. I look down at my ring, and my heart makes a little cartwheel inside my chest.

“Maybe they are the same blood type,” Raph is saying, standing with Michael in his arms.

“Gabe can harvest his organs in time of need,” Uri says almost boredly, looking out of the window.

“C-3PO don’t need organs,” Rami states while eating his cherry and vanilla sundae, sitting near Hunter. “He probably wants to turn Lori into a robotic gremlin.”

“Like a mini Transformers?” Ollie asks from Rague’s lap as he grunts with amusement.

“You have more microchips under your skin than all of us together,” Linda comes to our defense. I think. The chips she isreferring to are the ones that keep Rami in constant contact with Serena, his AI.

“I think Gabe-Pinocchio is evolving into a real boy. Haven’t you seen him smiling?” Hunter asks, stuffing his mouth with three dumplings.

“Once,” Rami lifts his index finger. “To Lori. Don’t know how Gremlin did it. Maybe he has some kind of Voodoo power.”

“If I did, you’d look like a strainer for all the needles I’d stab your doll with!” I snarl.

“Hey!” Linda leaves her chair near Meg’s bed to hug us. She isn’t angry we are late, which is not like her. What happened to Meg changed her. She’s turned more tactile and cuddly. More silent. Her smiles are dimmed, but she tries to stay positive. We all do. “I’m so glad you’re here. Hungry?”

“The sausage fest has started without us.” I glare at the rest of them. “Are you dropping one in your boxers?” I ask Raph and his constipated-looking face.

“I don’t wear boxers.”

“Freeballing, naughty, naughty psycho Bully Boy,” I taunt him as I plop right down in Gabe’s lap. His long sexy fingers wrap around my waist, and he pulls me back against his chest as I grab the food container Linda hands me.His cock plumps up against my ass, and I wiggle against it. I can’t wait until we are alone again. My body is done for today, but snuggling on the sofa as we watch a movie is one of my favorite things about living with them.

We start eating, with me feeding Bez. The Chinese food is good and the jokes continue.