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I nodded.

“Why?”

Orin’s gaze flickered to mine before I returned my eyes to my brother. “Because, besides you, he’s the best man I’ve ever known.”

Grayson’s jaw bulged. “He’s fifteen years older than you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah? Well, I fucking care, Fallon. I don’t condone this relationship.”

I shook my head. I didn’t need his permission to love Orin. I didn’t even need his support, although that would’ve been nice. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but he’s the man I want.”

Turning, I stepped into the line of Orin’s body, feeling his arms wrap around me. He dropped a kiss to my head. “Come on. They must be wanting to get home.”

We started out of the airport, Orin, me, and Sloane ahead of Grayson, who had been relegated to bringing the luggage.

Looping her arm through mine, Sloane said under her breath, “He’ll come around. He just needs to get used to the idea.”

I cast a look over my shoulder at my brother. By the looks of things, he wouldn’t be coming around for a long time yet.

ANOTHER EPILOGUE

KEIR

I fisted the woman’s dark hair and pulled, arching her neck back as she rode my cock. What was her name again?

Tilly?

Milly?

Molly.

Her name was Molly. Honestly, I didn’t give a fuck about what her name was. After watching Orin chase after Fallon—the woman I was pretending Molly was right now—I knew I had to find another pussy to sink into.

Fallon was everything I wanted in a woman. Smart. Brave. Not afraid to ask for help when she needed it. When Orin had been gone, I had been able to pretend for a little while that she was my woman, and not Orin’s. I honestly didn’t fucking see what she saw in him. He was a terse, icy bastard who would sooner shoot you than save you. Fallon was in danger of being eaten alive by him if she wasn’t careful.

“Yes, just like that,” Molly moaned, dropping her head between my collarbone and jaw. She was riding my dick like a pro, bouncing on top of me and curling her hands through my hair. She held me closer, her hot breath escaping into my t-shirt and fanning across my hot skin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered.

Cinching hard fingers around her waist, I helped lift her more fully off my cock so that when she came back down again, I entered her harder and deeper. Her black hair had spilled over her shoulder, and I fisted it once more to keep it away.

“You like that?” I asked, flexing my hips even harder into her slick pussy. Her inner walls started to tremble with the need for release.

“Yes!”

I pressed even harder against her, my balls slapping her ass. Reaching between our bodies, I rubbed at her clit, pressing my thumb against the tight bundle of nerves and waiting for her responding moan.

She wasn’t Fallon, but she would do to work my frustrations out.

Flipping her over abruptly, I pressed her into the folded-down back seats of the Rover and pinned her there—her ass in the air. With one hand pressed to the back of her neck and the other tight around her hip, I fucked into her body, trying to get the images of Orin and Fallon together to desert me.

I fucked her roughly, taking my pleasure without any regard for her own. This wasn’t like me though. I made sure my partners were satisfied, but knowing Orin was probably sinking balls-deep intomygirl right now was making me see fucking red. Tightening my grip on her hip, I pressed her chest down, forcing her face into the leather.

Her breaths were harsh, misting the fabric beneath her mouth—each exhalation forced violently from her body. Between us, her arousal slipped and slicked our bodies. She was enjoying the brutality of my frustrations, and I knew it was wrong. I should stop. I should pull out of her body and take her home.

But then I thought about Fallon again, and my agitation and rage came back tenfold.

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