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“Clay, fuck!”

I give her more, teetering on the edge myself. My hand moves between us, and she gasps as I circle her clit and slam into her.

Her whole body locks up, and she comes loudly as her body shakes.

I follow her over the edge and pull her body into mine, wrapping my arms around her as we both come down from the high.

She is the first to pull back, and I press my forehead against hers and close my eyes, enjoying the first moment I have been so vulnerable with her, with any woman. I have never allowed myself to be in the moment and let someone behind my walls.

When I open my eyes, I smile at her. Kayla’s hair is wild and messy. She looks thoroughly fucked.

“What?” I ask when she smirks at me.

“Nothing,” she says with a shit-eating grin.

“Kayla . . .” I warn, using my “don’t fuck with me” voice, which only makes her smile more.

“I like it when you smile. You don’t have your asshole face on.”

I step back and pull up my pants. “You’re imagining things.”

I hand her the shirt she was wearing, and she pulls it on. “I wasn’t. Besides, I like this version of you, even if you just save it for me.”

“Only for you,” I say and wink at her.

And I mean it, no one else will ever get this version of me. I’m not even sure how she managed to bring him out. But if she keeps smiling at me like that, I will do it over and over again.

Chapter Eleven

Kayla

I’m hiding in the kitchen, eating a slice of toast before anyone busts me for ruining my dinner. It’s normally Brawley since he makes most of the meals. Vero walks in wearing a full vampire costume and pours himself a glass of juice. I stare but remain silent, caught between curiosity, as this is not his normal costume, and not wanting to get called out about my snack.

“What?” he asks when he turns around and spots me.

“Nothing,” I say, not wanting to make him feel weird.

He nods and drinks his juice. I decide this is just my life now as I finish my toast and dust off the crumbs in the sink.

Brawley walks in, and while he is wearing his normal clothes, he sports a set of devil horns on his head.

“Nice horns,” I say, trying to contain my laughter because I know he would not be willingly wearing them.

“Don’t start,” he snipes.

Vero points at him from across the kitchen. “He fought me on those for twenty minutes. But he is a sucker for a pout, just in case you ever need to persuade him of something.” Brawley side-eyes him. “He wanted to wear nothing today. I told him he had to wear a costume, that it isn’t just a regular night, Kayla gets to experience⁠—”

“Vero,” Brawley’s growl interrupts him, and Vero mimes zipping his lips.

“Experience what?” I ask, because nothing good comes from Vero keeping secrets.

“The jig is up,” Vero sighs out dramatically. “We are taking you around the island tonight. It’s a kids’ event for Halloween.”

I look at Brawley’s devil horns. “Shitty effort, but he is still in the spirit.”

I’m about to ask where Clay and Ares are when the latter walks in and I almost choke. He is wearing a black button-up shirt, open at the neck, dark pants, and a mask pushed up on his head. A phantom half-mask, and he looks stupidly good in it.

“Where’s Clay?”