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“Do I have to wear this blindfold the whole way?” asked for what felt like the millionth time since Virus put it on her before he helped her into the truck.

He didn’t hesitate uprooting his entire life for her and Adam, and that thought still gave her tingles every single morning when she woke up.

When Celeste died and dropped Adam in her lap just six short months ago, she never dreamed things would turn out how they did. For one, she never expected to love him so fiercely from first sight, but she would endure anything for him. As far as she was concerned, he was hers.

Celeste wasn’t a good person, or at least the Celeste she knew, but she’d done one thing right, Adam.

The smile that crossed her lips when she thought of Adam’s reaction when they’d told him they were a family was priceless.

“We always were.” He’d said matter-of-factly. And then repeated a variation of what he’d told her since Celeste died. How she’d told him he was meant for them, and that God trusted him to his other mom until that time came.

But it was those three words said with such confidence between bites of pancakes that did her in.

We always were.

It was their first outing without Adam since she decided to move in with Virus. They’d spent almost every waking moment when Virus wasn’t working or Adam in school, building the bonds they were denied all those years. Virus and , however, spent every night after Adam was in bed, rebuilding their own bonds.

The truck coming to a stop barely registered, so she jumped when Virus’s lips grazed her cheek.

“Um,” he purred as he lightly dragged a finger down her cheek and across her collarbone. Without thinking, she tilted her head back. Just the slightest touch from that man, and she was ready to throw her clothes off and ride his cock.

When his hand gripped the front of her throat and tightened ever so slightly, a whimper escaped her, and her panties flooded.

“Fuck, sunshine. You respond like that and it’s all I can do not to drag you over here and spear you on my cock for anyone passing by to see.” He tightened his hand a degree and she almost lost it, shoving her hand down the front of her jeans for some relief.

“Please.” She wasn’t begging him to stop, she was begging him to continue. had no idea where they were, and she didn’t care. The whole world could watch, hell televise it live for all she gave a fuck—she just needed him.

“Fuck,” he growled and released her throat, grabbing her hand and yanking it from her pants. The next thing she felt was his warm wet mouth around her fingers, and she whimpered again.

With one last lick, he pulled her fingers free and she damn near cried.

“Hold that thought, babe.” His voice was rough. She could hear that he was barely holding it together, just like her.

Good.

His door opened and closed. A few seconds later, hers opened, and he reached around her.

“Thank fuck,” she breathed at the thought of him touching her, but instead he undid her seat belt and took her hand in his.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get inside before my cock gets shredded against my zipper.”

Unsteadily, she exited the truck with Virus’s help.

“Inside where?”

“You’ll see my impatient sex goddess.”

“Goddess, I like the sound of that.” The ground was even and hard, and she could hear traffic and people. She surmised they were in a parking lot. She could also smell fast food, like french fries or something.

“I’m not hungry … for food anyway,” she groused.

“Good, neither am I.”

“Then where the hell are you taking me?” She could hear the whine in her voice, but she couldn’t help herself. “Virus, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m ripping this damn thing off and getting myself off.”

She heard a familiar snicker before Virus growled.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Wall. Just open the door and leave.”

Wall Street must’ve complied because a wave of air conditioning hit her. When Virus led her on, the sound of her footsteps changed from that of striking concrete.

Virus turned his upper body next to her, then she heard a lock snick. The ambient outdoor sounds were deadened to almost nonexistence.

After a few more steps, he dropped her hand.

She felt him right in front of her, crowding her.

“I love you.”

Before she could say it back, he kissed her so thoroughly she wobbled. His arm around her back held her upright. With his other hand, he peeled the blindfold off, but still he kissed her.

Just when she thought he’d never stop, not that she wanted him to, he did. Her lips still sought his as he pulled away.

“Hook helped me with the design, but let me know if you want anything changed.”

“Design of wh…” She was asking when he stepped out of her way, and she saw for the first time where they were.

It was a shop or office of some sort. There was a small reception table sitting catty-corner to her left. Turning, the room had a glass door and a glass front, definitely a shop. There was an intimate seating area in front, down from the entrance.

“I don’t understand.” It came out more as a question as she wandered around, noticing framed pictures on the wall.

“Are these?—”

“Yes, they’re yours. All except that one.” He pointed at one on the very back wall by a door. She couldn’t make it out from where she stood.

Turning to see him standing right behind her with his hands behind his back, looking like he’d been caught shaking Christmas presents but also looking nervous.

“How?” was all she could manage to get out. She was overwhelmed and not quite understanding.

“A lot of help. Harmon let us into your storage to gather the pictures. The layout and studio space in the back was all Hook’s concept. He chose the paint and backdrops to complement your style of photography. The club owns the space. Bought it and the one on the other side when they opened Royal Guard so we could pick the neighbors.”

The pieces started to fall into place. She could feel the smile spreading across her face as it was setting in.

“It’s a photography studio.”

“ Your photography studio.”

She spun around, seeing it in a new light.

Her studio.

leaped into his arms, knowing he would catch her. He would always catch her; she trusted that without hesitation now and it changed everything.

“You did this for me?” she cried.

“I’d do anything for you, . Everything for you.” She kissed him and tasted her own tears, but she didn’t care.

Ending the kiss, Virus set her on her feet.

“Why don’t you check out Hook’s picture back there?” Confusion hit her.

“I can look at it in a minute. Right now, I want to suck your cock.” She rubbed him through his jeans, and he groaned.

Virus caught her when she tried to go to her knees. “Fuck, honey, you’re killing me here. Please, just go look at the picture.”

“Fine,” she groused, but it seemed important to him, and if it meant that much to him, she’d make it mean that much to her.

As she got closer, she could make out two people, which struck her as odd. Hook didn’t have a single shot of people on his wall.

When she stood in front of it, her mouth dropped open and more tears sprang to her eyes.

It was of Virus holding Adam by a tree, their tree. Adam was pointing at a new carving under their old initials.

Will you marry me?

Her hands flew to her mouth, and she spun around, only to find Virus down on one knee holding a ring.

just stood there, mouth agape, slowly nodding for what felt like an eternity.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

Virus slid the ring on her finger and caught her up in his arms, kissing her soundly.

Speaking against her lips, he asked, “You wanna check out the back?”

Words still failed her, so she nodded … again.

“Thank fuck.” Virus reached into his pocket and produced a small remote and pressed a button. All without letting her feet touch. When the sounds of Motionless in White floated on the air, he dropped the remote to the floor.

“What, no Taylor Swift this time?” she quipped as he reached for the knob.

“No. We’ve changed. We’re different now. Plus, this time I asked instead of just giving you a ring.”

Carrying her into the back, he kicked the door closed behind him.

“Technically, you didn’t ask. It was implied in a picture. I turned around, and boom, ring. Sounds pretty similar, if you ask me?”

Virus set her down and she glanced around. Each wall was a different color and texture and there were props and clothes and?—

Her inventory was cut off by his voice.

“Fine. How about I ask you while you’re giving me that head you promised?” He winked and reached for the button on his jeans.

“How about you ask me while you’re giving me head.”

“Even better.”

Virus dropped to his knees and reached for her shoes while she doffed her shirt. Pulling her pants and underwear off together, he tossed them aside.

“Yes, even bet?—”

The t came out a squeak as he latched onto her clit. Sucking it hard before holding it with his teeth and flicking it vigorously with the tip of his tongue.

When she came, she came hard and fast.

Virus stood, unzipping his jeans and shoving them to his thighs. Turning her around, he bent her over the large rectangular table.

“Please,” she begged. “I need more exposure therapy. I want to make sure I’m good and infected.”

“I thought we weren’t allowed to call it that?” He argued and entered her with one snap of his hips.

“Just this once, I’m allowing it.”

“Fine.” He snapped his hips again, ripping another moan from her. “Then I’m calling it junk.”

He pummeled into her.

“I don’t care what you call it as long as you don’t stop.”

“Never, Sunshine. Never.” He came with her name on his lips, and she followed.

He rained small kisses on her back and neck. She not only heard his words, but felt them.

“I’ll never stop, . Never stop loving you, we’re family now.”

We always were.

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