Page 25 of Happily Ever After… Again and Again

With his eyes closed, he can see his bond with Jamie grow thicker and brighter, swirling around the others.He encourages Jamie’s red light to burn brighter, feeds some of his own light right along the bonds and back into Jamie, and suddenly, before he can give any sort of warning, Nix comes, and comes, andcomes. With a garbled scream trapped in his throat, Nix’s back arches off the bed.

Jamie’s rhythm becomes erratic. Nix feels his knot pressing up against his rim. On the third thrust, it pops in. His alpha howls with pleasure, head thrown back, bumping into the roof of their hidden bower, fingers digging into Nix’s calves so hard that there are bound to be bruises.

He finally lays Nix’s legs gently on the blankets and falls forward to catch himself on his hands and then elbows. “So good, Baby Boy,” Jamie whispers into his cheek and ear, and finally, the side of his head.

Nix lets himself float, watching the lights of his bonds shiver and glow, reaching outwards to places—not just here with Jamie—but outward to each of his absent, busy mates. He lets the sheer joy of being with his Jamie in this way encompass him, fulfilling a long-held fantasy withgoodmemories.

Jamie shivers through another orgasm, his nose stuck in the top of Nix’s head.

Giving into the urge, Nix lets a purr rumble in his chest, and his fingers knead into his alpha’s firm ass. There’s an answering happy growl from Jamie, and Nix tries not to cry at how good it all feels.

When Jamie’s knot finally slips free, Nix thinks he should be grossed out by the slippery mess he can feel on his thighs and trickling onto the blankets, but he doesn’t. He likes it; he enjoys feeling wet and sore and reminded he’s given all of himself to someone he loves.

Like he can read Nix’s mind, Jamie murmurs, “Love you, Nix. Then, and now, and forever.”

“I know,” Nix says with faux-seriousness.

Jamie squawks like an offended rooster and tickles Nix until he nearly pees the blankets. With that in mind, he makes a run for the restroom to solve that and any other problems that arise from great sex.

When he gets back, Jamie has flipped the blankets around so the very wet spot is now on the bottom of the pile. He assumes the position he’d hadwhen they’d started the movie. This time, with a glass of sparkling wine and a mouthful of cheese and crackers.

Jamie inhales near Nix’s neck, nosing just under his jaw.

“Still smells like me,” he murmurs, voice husky.

Nix hums contentedly. “Always.”

Jamie’s cheeks go pink again. “Good.”

“Love you, Jamie,” Nix slurs as he rides the afterglow and surplus of pine scent.

“Feeling good, Baby Boy?”

“Perfect. Hey, I’ve got a few of these fantasy things kicking around…you interested?”

Nix is flat on his back, while he holds his fake wine up and out of the way.

“For real?” Jamie asks incredulously. “Because that’s afuck, yes!”

Leaning up so he can run his nose along Jamie’s jaw, he drawls, “Good. Maybe you have some, too?”

Ears a bright shade of pink, to match the post-sex flush on his cheeks and chest, Jamie glances away. “Oh…I don’t know…maybe?”

They hear Gideon’s door open and footsteps flying down the stairs.

“Can I get back to you on that?” he says with a shy smile. It’s so incongruous with the man who held him down and ate him out forty minutes ago, Nix has to laugh with the joy of it.

“A blanket fort!” The accusing shout is followed by a round-cheeked, naked Luca, his head poked through the opening. He’s chattering like an angry squirrel. “How could you have one of these without me, Baby? Am I not special? Do we not do all the fun things together? And a naked Daddy. Oooh…snacks!”

He really is like that squirrel from that one animated cartoon Leo made him watch. He loves this version of happy, sated, and secure Luca.

Nix just opens his arms, and Jamie rolls out of the way so he can hold out a strawberry, then a blueberry, and then a piece of pineapple so Luca can stuff his cheeks before chewing any of it. “Lie down, silly. We juststarted this again. Where’s Gideon?”

A beautiful pair of manly feet appear at the bottom of the fort’s doorway, and an edge of the roof is lifted away as a face peers inside, like a giant in a fairy tale. Only this one is wearing a handsome smirk, not a scary frown.

“Kitten, why are all my $100 per-foot Shibari ropes holding up your blanket sex-fort?”

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