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Showering her with kisses, over her shoulder, up her neck, I know I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my whole life.

Only one more thing could make it more perfect.

I ease out of her and straighten Vi up, pulling down her skirt and handing her panties to her.

“Can I talk now?” she asks. There’s a soft smile on her face.

“Anything you want, buttercup.”

“That was ... exhilarating,” she says as I tuck myself back into my jeans.

I brush a kiss over her lips. “That’s one word for it.”

“What’s another word for it then?”

I dip my hand into my pocket and pull out the ring I bought her all that time ago. It’s smaller than I could afford now. I debated getting her something different. Something new. I even asked Niro about it, but he suggested Vi isn’t a monetary kind of girl. And I think he’s right. When I read those books of hers, the women in them were happiest when there was meaning, not money, behind the hero’s actions.

Dropping to one knee, I look up at Vi. “It’s the last step. The cut says you’re mine. All the ring does is make it legal, so please don’t freak out on me. I got no big speech. I gave you one when I gave you my cut. But in the eyes of the law and the rest of the world, I want you to be mine forever. Will you marry me, Vi?”

I thought those words would throw me back to the past. But they don’t. They throw me into our future. Getting married. Raising kids. Being with my brothers. Setting the terms for the life we want to live.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Vi says.

I slip the ring on her finger, and the smile on her face says I did the right thing giving her the same one again. This time she studies it with a huge grin on her face.

“Thank you for giving me another chance, Vi. I promise I’ll never let you down.”

“I’m sorry I made us wait, but ... maybe the universe had different plans for us. That we needed the time apart to become who we are. So this time we know it’s for real and forever.”

“For real and forever. Fucking love the sound of that, Vi.” And I kiss her as I wonder how soon is too soon to marry her.

EPILOGUE

HALO

I’m happy for Bates and Viola. I really am.

But as I lie back on my bed, with Penny riding my face and Naomi sucking my cock, I realize I’m never going to be a one-woman man. I’m going to be more like my dad, without the string of kids, than like Bates, who just walked out of his room and told us Vi had agreed to be his wife.

My phone rings. Dad’s ringtone. The man refused to come to the clubhouse for the lockdown because he didn’t want to be cooped up here with Lola and Mercy. Maybe if Dad had wrapped his cock up, he wouldn’t have a crying baby and a needy club girl desperate to become an old lady to deal with.

He can wait. I’ve got my tongue up Penny’s cunt, and my cock is so far down Naomi’s throat, I’m close to coming.

The ringing stops, and I focus on Penny. Love her juicy ass. It gives me something to hold on to. And she knows how to ride a man’s face like she needs it.

Nothing better for the ego than knowing a woman wants what you can give her.

The phone rings again, just as Penny’s hips start to lose their rhythm, just as Naomi switches to that thing she does whereyour cock head is deep in her throat, and just the slightest movement back and forth in that utterly restrictive part of her throat has shock waves hammering down my spine.

“Shit. Yes. I’m gonna come,” Penny cries, her hands slamming on the wall over my head.

And as she does, I come down Naomi’s throat. “Fuck,” I grunt against Penny’s clit.

My hips jack upwards. Can’t control it. I hear Naomi gag, and it turns me on even more.

The phone stops ringing. Then it starts again.

“Fuck’s sake,” I curse, as Penny slides off me and Naomi licks me down gently. I grab my phone. “What?”