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We ride out the last waves of our release, both of us breathing hard, our skin damp with sweat. I bury my face against her shoulder, breathing her in, memorizing the scent that is uniquely hers. Every part of her calls to me. I trail slow kisses along her spine, and she melts against me with a satisfied sigh, her body still soft and pliant in my hands. Desire stirs again almost immediately, refusing to be satisfied. Reluctantly, I slip free before turning her to face me, needing to see the woman I love. When I lift her, her legs wrap around my waist and her arms settle around my shoulders. Holding her close, I carry her back to the window and ease her gently against the glass before guiding myself back inside her. She draws in a sharp breath as I begin to move, slow and unhurried, content simply to hold her. That's when I notice the troubled look in her eyes.

“Baby, talk to me.” She focuses on me as I stop my thrusts, waiting for her to tell me what’s going on in that mind of hers.

“I just wish we could stay in and do this all night,” she says as a small smile plays on her lips.

I pick up my thrust as my eyes darken, desire hits me harder because she wants me as much as I want her. “I think that’s a great idea, baby. I plan on feasting on this pussy all night,” I pick up my pace, bouncing her on my cock as her tits bounce against me. Turning, I push her up against the glass, leaning over to take one in my mouth as she pushes her chest into it, fingers fisting my hair, keeping me in place. I hum in approval, licking and tugging. “So my girl likes it when I suck on her pretty pink nipples. So perfect,” I praise, and she moans, when I finally pull away with a loud pop. Her head hits the glass as I kiss her and fuck her harder against it. She bounces up and down with wild abandon and cries out as I empty myself inside her as she milks every drop of my spent cock. Our skin is slick with sweat as we hold each other there, gathering our breath, when a knock comes at the door. Her eyes widen, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips.

“So…” a female voice trails off from outside the door. “Is it fair to say that you guys are skipping the club tonight?” Raven asks as I hear June giggling beside her.

Rose stifles a laugh as I kiss her one more time, dropping her legs from around my waist. She wobbles, so I sit her down in front of me. She’s level with my cock, and she leans in, licking us both from it, cleaning me as she bobs up and down the shaft, moving toward the base and bringing one of my balls into her mouth. I take a few deep breaths before I reply.

“Um. Yeah, we’re definitely not going to make it tonight. We have plans,” I say as Rose hums her approval, licking back down, swirling her tongue around my tip.

“Big plans,” she says before she takes me down her throat almost to the hilt, and when she finally pulls away and swallows, my knees almost buckle.

I’ve never been more amenable to a change of plans.

Chapter

Twenty-Nine

Rose

He spent the night worshipping me just as he promised, and I woke up sore and aching in the best way. The memories played on repeat as I stretched beneath the soft sheets, my body still humming from every moment of the night before. I had hoped we might have time for more, especially after everything we’d just made real between us before leaving for Texas. But when I reached for him, the space beside me was empty.

A moment later, he walked back in, showered, dressed, and now holding a cup of coffee.

“Get up, sleepy head,” he murmured, placing it in my hand with a kiss on my forehead. I couldn’t help leaning into it, just wanting a second more of his attention. “We’re going out for lunch,” he clarified, as if sensing my thoughts with a dark chuckle, running a hand under my chin, lifting it as his soft lips kissed mine. He tasted of coffee and an undertone of mint. My favorite combination, or maybe it was just him.

The next night, no one went out. Instead, the cousins gathered at the apartment, ordering takeout and settling into a chaotic, laughter-filled game night. That ended up being my favorite part of the trip. Just being surrounded by people who genuinely wanted to be together felt like something I'd been missing my entire life.

As an only child, that kind of closeness was never something I had. And growing up with trust issues only made it harder to find. I’ve never been much of a club person anyway. The thought of bodies pressing too close, the smell of alcohol lingering in the air, all bring me back to things I’d rather forget and leave the ghosts of my past buried where they belong. I may never fully get over it, but I’ve learned how to live with it. How to recognize it. And how to keep moving forward despite everything that came before.

We spent one afternoon shopping, and Alex and I picked something out for each other. We agreed to exchange gifts in private, maybe even after Christmas, as something just for us to ring in the new year. What I wasn’t expecting was a gift from his parents. They had come to Houston to spend time with the parents of his cousins. Dani handed me a small box, and when I opened it, I found a bracelet that was delicate yet surprisingly sturdy.

“It’s for your safety,” she explained gently. “We’d feel better knowing you have it on.”

At first, I didn’t understand. Then Alex lifted his wrist, showing me his own. Similar, just more masculine in design.

“It tracks location,” he added. “Even without your phone.”

I hesitated. It felt like too much. That is, until Dani told me about her friend. How something like this had saved her life when she was taken. That changed everything. When I looked around, I realized Raven and June were wearing the same ones.

“All of us have them,” Dani said, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. An unspoken understanding passed between them all. I realized then that it wasn’t about control, but about protection. And somehow, I found myself easily accepting it.

Ezra added me to the cousins’ group chat, which turned out to be chaos in the best way. It was mostly flooded by Ezra and Kaden, constantly going at each other. River stayed more reserved than the rest, content to observe while Ezra and Kaden flooded the chat with constant nonsense. Raven was the exact opposite, and somehow the two balanced each other perfectly.

I slept most of the ride back to his parents’ house, and I felt a little shake on my shoulder and a light kiss on my cheek. “Baby, we’re here,” he whispered near my ear. I woke up dazed, looking around. His parents had already gotten out of the car, and the luggage was gone. As we walked back into Alex’s house later that evening, I found myself wishing we had more time here. We decided to leave early, just after Christmas, to avoid the travel rush back home.

It’s strange, calling his townhouse our place. It feels anything but temporary.

His parents’ house feels different tonight. Warmer, fuller. Music plays softly in the background as boxes of decorations are pulled from storage. The scent of fresh pine fills the room from the tree they brought in earlier, its branches finally settling after being bound tightly with rope and strapped to the roof of their car for the drive here. It’s bigger than I expected. Then again, everything about this family feels larger than life. I’ve finally met Alex’s cousins’ parents, and I am beginning to understand the family dynamics a little bit more.

“Alright,” Ezra announces, already holding a string of lights like he’s preparing for battle. “No one touches anything until I fix this disaster waiting to happen.” He glances down with a frown before turning his attention to the tangled lights. “This needs to be wrapped better for storage. You can’t just throw them in a bin,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“You’re the disaster!” Kaden shouts from across the room.

I laugh softly, standing back at first, unsure where I fit into all of it until Alex’s hand finds mine. “Come here,” he murmurs, tugging me toward the tree until I'm standing beside him. The awkwardness of not quite fitting in slips away. Ornaments are passed around, stories told with each one picked, laughter echoing off the walls in a way that feels effortless and real.