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I explore the rest of his body with my mouth and fingers. I trace his abs with my tongue. Suck on both of his nipples. Bite down on both ass cheeks as I push each heavy leg up to gain more access, mesmerized by the sight of my cum slowly seeping out of him.

Liam snaps a hand to my hair. When he tilts my head up, his eyes are burning with sexual frustration.

I smirk. “If you want me to stop, just say so. But I also think you need this.”

His grip loosens on my hair, turning into a gentle scratch on my scalp that has me practically purring.

I work hard to unravel him. And when I’m done worshiping nearly every inch of his gorgeous body, I climb back on his lap and sink down on his cock.

His primal growl echoes through the room as he explodes in my ass. I drop my sweaty forehead to his chest, and we stay there in silence, drained of everything.

He brushes his fingers along my temple and through my hair. I reach up to wrap a hand around his wrist. “Liam?”

He rumbles in response.

“Would you cut my hair for me? Figure I should look somewhat presentable at the wedding tomorrow.”

“Only if you release the song you recorded,” Liam says.

I stiffen under his touch. “You think it’s ready?”

“It’s more than ready. Beau, you silenced the studio yesterday with your playing. I shared a clip with Hail and Z. They won’t stop asking me when they can add the track to their playlists.”

I rub my face against his hard chest. “They’re just being polite.”

“Well, I’mnotpolite. So take my word for it. I wouldn’t let you release anything if I expected the world would crucify you for it.”

Playfully, I nip at his skin. “What if it reflects poorly on your studio?”

“Beau,” Liam warns.

“Fine,” I mumble.

It’s been a year since I’ve shared my music with the world. Pretty sure people think I’m dead by now. Is anyone even going to recognize my name? Should I care? I haven’t been playing for anyone else. After months of physical therapy and encouragement from Liam and Stasi, I’ve been playing for me again.

Liam eases both of us upright. Chest to bare chest, he kisses me once more. “Let’s take care of that hair, sexy.”

Retrieving a wooden stool from the music room for me to sit on in the middle of the bathroom, his fingers gently comb through my hair. They're followed immediately by the buzzing clippers, and I watch as long locks of dark brown hair rain down on the tile floor.

New hair. New song. New chapter in a hopefully long, happy life.

forty-two

Stasi

The shrill ringing of my phone startles me awake.

Crawling to the edge of the bed, I fumble for the angry device on my side table, swiping to answer the call as fast as possible so I don’t disturb Beau or Liam.

And then I realize that I’m alone in my apartment.

My heart sinks.

I made the choice to come back here last night since I was out late preparing the venue for my brother’s wedding, and I knew we all had to be up early.

But soon, this loneliness will become my reality again. Liam only asked me to stay during Beau’s recovery. He didn’t ask me to move in with him.

“Stas,” a deep voice sounds.