Epilogue #3
“I know what you feel for me, it’s way more profound and absorbing than love, but too difficult to convey with words.
” And Sully wants to convey it every day.
Even though I don’t need to hear it, since I can read his emotions toward me very clearly on his face.
“So, say it the way you like, I’ll know what you really mean. ”
He grins and whispers, “I love you.” He kisses me long and hard. But soon pulls back, eyes filled with joy as he lifts the pendant to look at it almost in awe.
Sariel gave me the right advice when he said to buy him something meaningful for us. And what’s more us than an eye pendant to remind him of my watchful stalking habit.
“I don’t have anything for you,” he exclaims with a hint of disappointment. “But I was thinking, why don’t I ink your number eight somewhere?” He looks down at his body, pointing at his lower belly.
“Fuck no!” I bark.
His head snaps toward mine. “Why?”
“Already hate seeing that fucking triangle ruining your beautiful skin.” I wave at the tattoo he has on his hip. It reminds me of those two fuckers.
“Beautiful…? My skin is covered in scars. You’re mental.” He makes this cute little noise of outrage.
“I am if you aren’t near me.” The hunger I feel for him will never be sated.
That makes him laugh, and there’s such freedom in that light, snort-filled sound, but it abruptly stops, a slight crease forming between his brows.
“This smile. I want to see it more,” he muses as he intently watches my mouth.
I didn’t even realize I was smiling. I don’t do that much. But if he likes it.
“Would you tell me more about your job? And the reason why the brotherhood accepts it even though it goes against the code? They aren’t going to turn you into a donor one day, right?
I snort. “Like I’ll ever let them catch me.” I nuzzle his hair and take a big breath. “I’ll show you why they are fine with it when we go to Boston.”
“Okay.” He huffs. Then he grabs the pendant again between his fingers, as I pull him closer to my body.
“You should feel forceful, but you’re actually thoughtful…the way you act with me,” he tells me.
“Forceful sounds more like me,” I tease. “Are you sure you trust me? Do you need more convincing?” My dick is up for it, getting bigger and thicker inside him.
He moans, clenching around me. “I do trust you, Ezra. But I trust myself more. I trust myself to know that I’m your one and only.”
Drives. Me. Fucking. Crazy.
Sully
I’m wearing the padded leather jacket Ezra got for me to use on the back of his motorcycle. We are at Meg’s gates as Dixon Dallas’s song “Something to Feel” comes to an end. I slide off my helmet as Ezra does the same with an annoyed grunt.
“Was your purpose to get me fucking hard, Little Chick?”
That song is downright filthy and sexy, and it always makes me all tingly, but I didn’t know it would have the same effect on Ezra. Interesting. I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Let’s see if you’ll keep giggling when I plow your ass against the training facility bathroom sink,” he growls, letting Serena do all the security scans at the gates.
I should abhor the idea, the guys could hear us, but sneaking around to have furtive sex with Ezra is thrilling as fuck.
“There are bedrooms on the second and third floors.” I tighten my arms around him and lower my hand over his jeans-clad hard dick. Another giggle leaves my lips.
“Fuck, Sully.” His sexy groan is music to my ears.
Being able to stir his desire this effortlessly makes my hidden kinky side thrive near him.
I stroke his dick through the fabric, but soon have to let it go.
It’s my turn to go under the security checks.
The tall metal gates open, Ezra takes my helmet and hooks it on his forearm.
I wave at the bear statues as he slowly drives the bike inside.
The trees on both sides of the long driveway are starting to bloom.
Ezra stops after a few feet. He lets the helmets go, twists his torso toward me, grabs my nape, and claims my mouth with a growl.
It feels so good when his warm lips touch mine, possessively asserting his ownership over me.
He’s ordering me to submit with every nip, lick, and bite.
I quickly do, because I like to do it. It’s entirely my choice.
“My love…sick psycho,” I blurt out, giving the word lovesick a completely different meaning—a more literal one. I get slightly anxious. Did he get it?
His brows go up in surprise, but then a smirk appears on his mouth. His fingers tighten around the base of my skull. “My kinky little chick,” he teases me back.
I’m…happy. Really happy, feeling so light, I think I could fly into the air if I tried.
Noodle doesn’t look that way, sliding half of his long, furry body out of my jacket collar with a hiss.
We must have disturbed his sleep. He jumps on Ezra’s shoulder and wraps around his neck.
He doesn’t mind, I found out that he can actually stand our pet.
Ezra lets me go after another too-quick kiss, and then he drives the motorbike as far as the garden.
Everybody is already here. There’s a bonfire.
Spring is here, the air feels warmer today.
Lori is dancing like an Indian shaman around the flames with Ollie—more forcing him.
Ren—with George, his snake, wrapped around his arm—and Hunter are grilling some meat and vegetables while talking with Sari, Dare, and Ash.
Rague is sitting next to them, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off the flames—such a pyro groupie.
I see Rami teasing Gabe under the gazebo and Michael laughing in Raph’s arms on the other side.
This family gathering makes me think about Brad.
I miss him. I didn’t tell him what went down with Nine.
There was no point in getting him worried.
He’ll move back to Chicago next week and to the college campus on the weekend.
I’ll be extra busy between classes and the summer fellowship program.
It’s going to be tough, but I’ll find some time for my best friend, I need to get him to talk.
I catch my brother’s eyes. Save me, before I kill Lori, they are communicating to me.
But you are so great at this, I reply with my gaze, snorting at him.
Heartless fuck, he mouths this time just to be sure I get it.
Revenge is a bitch, I mouth back with a devilish smile on my lips.
“Elly is finally here!” I hear Rami yelling from the gazebo. Ezra helps me off the bike, and we walk toward the bonfire.
“Elly?” Ezra looks at me.
“Ezra plus Sully…Elly.”
He doesn’t seem annoyed by it, but strangely satisfied. Is it because our names are mixed together? What a possessive dork.
“Hugs not drugs,” Rami declares before embracing both my boyfriend and me. I feel so puny between them. Noodle jumps on Rami’s head before leaping on Rague. He starts petting him.
“Keep touching and lose a limb,” Ezra threatens Rami after a second.
Rami blows a raspberry on my palm before quickly letting us go, drawing farther back to avoid Ezra’s wrath.
“Like your couple’s name?” he then asks expectantly. I only nod, not really caring about his weird hobby.
“I like Ralie.” Lori appears next to me, still panting from the crazy dancing.
“Ralie?” Ollie elbows me. He’s sweating.
“Raguel plus Ollie,” Rami replies with a pout.
“Mipahel is still not so good,” Michael states, sitting on Raph’s lap on one of the chairs near the bonfire.
“That was Rague’s doing!” Rami clips. “Michael plus Raphael. Miel is my final attempt; it means honey in French.”
“Lame,” Raph states.
“Gabriz is not bad,” Hunter chips in, still grilling. That’s Gabe, Lori, and Bez’s couple name.
“I like ours. Suri,” Sari smiles sweetly at Uri.
“How about you and Papa Bear here?” Ash points at Hunter with a taunting smirk. “Do you have a lame one, too?”
“Damn brat, we had several, but I think Humi is the best,” Rami replies, slapping his boyfriend’s rear, then he invites Noodle on his shoulder. My ferret quickly climbs up there. He seems to have become the family’s mascot.
“Are you still talking about that shit?” Uri doesn’t mince his words, as usual. Ezra is the same, but with a colder, less rude attitude—most of the time anyway.
Seeing them again this close makes me so incredibly grateful. I’m so happy Ezra came to Chicago to find his brother. He didn’t do it out of love, but whatever the reason, it brought him to me. And for that, I’ll always be more understanding toward Uri.
“Why were you crazy dancing?” Michael asks Lori and Ollie.
“Ask the nutter here.” My brother scoffs, still irritated.
“Trying to sweep away any lingering malignant energies.” Lori’s mindfully spiritualistic explanation doesn’t surprise any of us.
“You are serious.” Right. Ezra doesn’t know Lori’s unique way of thinking yet.
“Unfortunately.” Gabe wraps an arm around his fiancé’s waist and pulls him onto a chair.
I grab a Coke and a beer, almost dropping the Coke when I hit my side on the table’s corner. The fact that I’m finally happy with my life doesn’t mean I’ll magically lose my clumsiness.
After handing the beer to Ezra, I sit next to Sari since I haven’t seen him in so long. “How are you?”
“Okay, I guess. After all that happened,” he replies, letting his head fall on Uri’s shoulder. Is that a leather choker around his neck? It looks very similar to the one I have—the BDSM one. Are Uri and Sari into that kind of thing?
“Is Meg’s condition still the same?” Dare’s question stops my prying thoughts. Only now I notice Fred, his blind squirrel wrapped around his neck like a scarf.
Sari nods. “It’s extremely rare to wake up from a long-term coma after six months. Meg…it’s been a year.”
The silence that follows feels heavy.
“Sometimes I ask myself what would have happened if Meg and Linda had found Nine, just like they did us,” Sari adds with a watery voice.
“What happened to you was inhuman and horrifying. But you made your own choices after that,” Ash states vehemently, gritting his teeth.