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He’s changed so much over the last two years, but he’s also exactly the fucking same.

“What happened to you?” I snap, hating how the roles have reversed, and now, I’m the one feeling unsure and… fuck. Am Inervous?

“You left me,” he says easily, shrugging. “That changed quite a lot.”

“Shit,” I hiss, wincing. “Forget I said anything.”

“Why? It’s the truth. No sugar-coating it.”

“Peris…” My face is scrunched in pain. Especially knowing his mother and best friend are listening in.

“It’s over now. Right?” he asks, voice slipping an octave higher, and I nod readily.

“Right.”

“Okay… so, that was crazy!” Gabe chimes as he slaps his hands on the table, making the dishes rattle, and I can’t help but snort. He’s always trying to break the tension, but he is pretty good at it because we all burst into laughter. And fuck, does it feelgood.

We all hunch over ourselves laughing until our ribs ache and we can’t breathe.

By the time we’re finally able to catch our breath, the ticket has been dropped off, and the table has been cleared, but none of us have been paying attention.

“Oh, shit,” I say as I wipe the tears from my eyes. I don’t even know why I’m laughing. It just feels good to.

“You fucking kicked him in the balls!” Peris cackles, and that’s when it hits me. We’re releasing this shit.Letting it go.

And of course, we’re being stared at. We’re laughing like fucking hyenas in the middle of a diner, but we don’t care because this is what we need.

Just us, our family, releasing all the bad shit because it’s finally,finally,fucking over.

CHAPTER 26

PERIS

“Mmm, fuck.”

Abel’s eyes roll back as he swims into consciousness at the swipe of my hot, wet tongue along his shaft. I slide my mouth down again, and his hips thrust into the air, seeking more.

I reach up to grip his hip and pin him down. I pull my mouth away, and Abel groans.

“Stay still,” I murmur against his flesh.

“Don’t wanna,” he moans pathetically, voice cracking from sleep, and the sound goes straight to my balls.

“That’s too bad. Do what I said, or you won’t get anything.”

Abel whines again as I grasp his cock in my hand and dip my head back down between his legs to lick another broad stripe, eyes locked on his. He tosses his head back, panting heavily as I soak his dick with my spit, laving my tongue over him again and again until he’s wet and absolutely dripping and crazy with need for me because he’ll do absolutely anything for me…

“Good boy,” I whisper as I slide back up his body, and Abel writhes against me as our skin slides together.

Our cocks rub against one another, and I can’t help but thrust against him. Abel keens and mewls, eyes screwed shut as we rub our lengths together, and I watch him, enraptured. His blondelashes are fanned across his sharp cheekbones, lips parted with each panting breath, pink tongue flashing in the shadows.

I reach down and tweak a pierced nipple just to watch him squirm.

“Oh!” he breathes, and that’sit.

I reach down and capture his mouth, taking it as if I fucking own it—because I do. Abel moans into me, and I swallow the sound down greedily, touching every inch of his body I can reach just to pull more of those pathetic little sounds from him.

Our teeth clack together, and it’s amazing—how close we are. I rub my tongue along his before sliding it along his crooked teeth. When I go to pull away, Abel keens upward, reaching for me, and I place my hand on his narrow chest, pushing him back down.