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Kayla laughs, not a full-bellied laugh, but one she seems to do when something makes her nervous, so I thrust up hard and she grips Vero’s shoulders.

“Oh!” she yelps.

“Good, right?” Vero adds.

I do it again, and she moans, the sound vastly different to Vero. She braces herself on his shoulders, and I lift his hips and fuck him hard, over and over again. They both moan, the sounds getting louder.

“Fuck, I love the way you look at him,” Vero says. “It does things to me, just so you both know.”

“Please don’t stop,” Kayla whines. “Fuck!”

Vero reaches between them and circles her clit. Her noises get louder and she starts to tremble.

“Fuck yes, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.”

“I’m going to come,” she gasps out. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

She screams Vero’s name as her orgasm has her shaking. Her eyes snap shut, and I wait for it to pass a little.

“Grab her and hold her tight to your body.”

He does as I ask, and I fuck him until he is panting. Just as he is about to come, I grab the back of his neck. Vero angles his head away, allowing me to lean in and bite down.

Unintelligible words spill from his lips as his body convulses, and I fill his ass, my own orgasm hitting at the same time.

“I love you,” he says to me, and Kayla is smiling at us.

“What?” I ask her.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. You are both so adorable.” Then she laughs when I furrow my brow at her. “Your face right now. Sorry, not adorable, you are very rugged and manly.”

That makes Vero laugh, and I push them both off of me, making them both laugh harder as they tumble onto the bed. Vero turns his head to look at her. “We should start doing everything I’m bad at and see if this happens again. What about macramé? Or whittling?”

“Do you even know what those things are?” I ask.

“Nope, but I know I will be bad at them.”

Kayla giggles and I drop beside Vero. “Go to sleep, Vero.”

Kayla snorts and lifts her head to look at me. Her hair is everywhere, and her cheeks are flushed. She reaches across Vero’s waist, and I place my hand on top of hers. Vero falls asleep within minutes, which is unlike him, as his brain never usually shuts down. So this is a moment for the history books, or at least the book of Vero.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

She looks over Vero at me. “For what?”

“Coming back, treating him like a person, and for your forgiveness.”

She smiles. “It’s hard not to forgive him. I don’t understand why people don’t like him—he is authentically himself, and I love that about him. And I really meant it when I said he heals a part of my soul every time we are together. I have been so broken for so long that it’s hard to trust him, but everything inside me wants to.”

I nod. “I will make sure what happened at the bar never happens again, you have my word. It will be easier now that the idiot microchipped himself.”

Kayla chuckles. “I guess we’ll see how this goes. And I can’t complain about the sex—that’s a bonus.”

“The sex is pretty good.”

I squeeze her hand and close my eyes. She might be good for Vero, but I have a feeling that having someone else as close to him as I am will be good for me. Someone to confide in when things are hard will be a massive weight off my shoulders.

Chapter Nine