33. Epilogue
Three months later
Corbin
“ I like this house, don’t you?”
Beau groaned. “We’ve seen so many houses I can’t even remember which one is which. Are you sure we didn’t tour this one yesterday?”
“Of course we didn’t. We haven’t seen any kitchens with cabinets like this.” I pointed to the shaker-style cabinets in a gorgeous blue. “Aren’t they fantastic?”
“I guess.” When I scowled at him, he shook his head. “Maybe I just need a break.”
“We’re never going to find a bigger place if we don’t keep looking.”
“But this is the sixth one this weekend.”
“We need more space.”
“If you didn’t have so many damn clothes, we?—”
“Still wouldn’t have a king-size bed or a jacuzzi. There are lots of advantages to this move.”
“True, but I’ll also have to drive to work.”
“Which might mean you should hire more people and not work all the time.”
“I hired Travis, didn’t I?”
“Yes, and he’s done enough to prove himself to you. It’s time to let him have the apartment since he practically lives at the shop now. He could take on a lot more than he has.”
“I’m not going to stop working. I already told you I intend to keep making my own living. I’m not going to live off your family’s money.”
“You could marry me, then it would be your money too.”
Beau froze. “That was… um… hypothetical, right?”
“I guess.” It had been, hadn’t it?
“Corbin? Are you serious?”
“No. I mean, that’s crazy, right?”
Beau sank to one knee in front of me and took my hands. “Corbin Theriot, will you marry me?”
I stared at him and had to swallow before I could speak. “Are you… are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
“Yes. Absolutely yes!”
He rose to his feet and pulled me to him for a kiss, which grew more and more heated until he was pushing my shirt up and running his hands over my bare skin, and I was rubbing the heel of my hand against his erection.
He lifted me, and I didn’t even protest. I’d never been more thankful Lance had his real estate license and had let us tour homes on our own.
Beau set me on the kitchen island. “Let’s see how sturdy this is. We want a house that’s well constructed, right?”
“Yes, that’s… so important. It needs thorough testing.”
He pushed at my chest. “Lie back.”
I did as he said, heart pounding. Were we really going to fuck right there in the kitchen of a house that wasn’t ours… yet?
The windows were open. If someone walked by or Lance came to check on us… I squirmed as Beau unfastened my pants, the thought of getting caught only making me hotter.
He yanked my pants and underwear down and pulled off one of my shoes, not even bothering to get my pants fully off the other leg. He pushed my legs apart, gripped my ass cheeks, and slid me along to the edge of the counter.
“You know, if anyone walks by and looks in the window, they can?—”
“See me thoroughly fucking you. I want them to know you’re mine and no one else is allowed to touch you.”
“Fuck, that’s so hot.”
Beau pulled a packet of lube from his pocket. We’d both taken to carrying some with us since we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, except for the days when Beau ordered me not to touch myself, but even then, he could only wait so long to pound into me, showing me just how in control he was.
He slicked up his cock and pushed into me, not bothering with any prep. I gasped from the stretch. I was used to him now, but he was still a lot to take.
He gripped the backs of my thighs forcing me to double my legs on my chest. “You might want to hold on. This isn’t going to be gentle.”
It rarely was with him, and that was just how I wanted it. I reached for the edges of the island, stretching my arms wide so I could keep myself from sliding off. I trusted Beau. He would keep me safe while giving me exactly what I wanted, a hard, rough ride right there where anyone might see us.
I turned my head slightly, looking out the window. A small group of people was jogging by.
“You think they’ll see?” Beau asked as he slammed himself into me. “I hope they do. I hope they see me taking you, using you.”
“Please,” I gasped.
He went at me so hard I couldn’t pay attention to who was or wasn’t looking in the window. All I could do was hang on and ride the waves of pleasure driving me closer and closer to climax.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum and watch it drip out of you right here on this counter. We’re buying this house, and I’m going to do this again and again.”
“Yes! Yes, please. I want this. I want us here together. I want you to take me like this every fucking day.”
He wrapped his hand around my cock and worked me. It took only seconds before I cried out, letting myself go. He came right after me, thrusting deep into my ass. I loved the hot, wet feel of his spunk and the way he pulled all the way out when he was done, then fucked it back into me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, running his hand through the cum on my stomach. “And you’re all mine.”
“Yes, all yours. You really want to buy this house?”
He gripped my wrists sliding them along the counter until he had them pinned over my head. He bent and kissed me, and I arched up, rubbing my cum-slick abdomen against him. “This is the right house.”
“You’re not just saying that because you’re tired of looking?”
“No, I’m saying it because this one feels right, the windows, the sun, the perfect island for kitchen sex.”
He was right. I didn’t know how to explain it, but the house had felt right since we’d stepped inside. I’d been second-guessing myself, but I needed to stop looking for perfection. Beau was perfection. It didn’t matter where we lived.
“You’re right. This is perfect for us.” I reached up and cupped his cheek. “You’re perfect for me. I love you so much.”
He kissed me softly and nipped at my lower lip. “I love you too. I love when you challenge me. I love the way you give yourself to me. I love it when you’re sassy and when you turn aggressive. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Corbin Theriot.”
“You absolutely can. I’m all yours.”
I heard something that sounded like footsteps on the porch. Beau tensed, and we both looked out, but I didn’t see anything. Maybe it had just been a squirrel or a bird or something.
Beau must have thought the same because he kissed me, and I lost myself in him once again.
Lance
I’d given Beau and Corbin plenty of time to thoroughly check out the house.
We needed to get to the next one if I was going to make it to the lunch date I had planned.
I was meeting up with a dancer I’d chatted up at a bar the other night, and I was hoping there’d be more time spent in bed than eating.
We could pick up lunch when we were done.
I’d spent way too much time around Remington and Henri and Beau and Corbin, watching them make eyes at each other and touch each other constantly. It was making me long for… something. I hoped I just needed a good, hard fuck. It had been too long for me.
No way did I want that lovey-dovey bullshit they had. I was glad they were happy, but I couldn’t see myself like that. I did however see myself buried inside a very flexible dancer, letting go of all the tension that had built up over the last several weeks.
I pulled up at the curb in front of the house Beau and Corbin were touring, hopped out, and walked up the sidewalk.
When I reached the porch steps, I froze.
Corbin was stretched out on the kitchen island in plain view of the street.
He was naked and Beau was between his legs.
I backed away. I did not want to see my little brother like that, but my cock hardened anyway.
It really had been too long. I needed something, someone.
But would it be enough? I could see the connection between Beau and Corbin, and I envied it.
I was jolted from my thoughts by Tony racing up behind me and climbing up my leg. I’d told him to stay in the car, but he never listened.
I backed away from the house as quietly as I could. Maybe I should call Corbin instead of going in. Before I could, my phone rang. It was Remington.
“I’ve got a job for you,” he said when I answered.
“What kind of job and when?”
“Right now. I need you to retrieve some information an associate left for me.”
“What kind of information? What associate?”
“I can’t give you a lot of details on this one.”
“Since when do you keep secrets from me?”
“Since the safest thing is for only one of us to know the connection.”
I frowned at the phone. “Remington, what is this about?”
He sighed. “You’re aware of the heist at Le Musée des Trésors that took place last week?”
“Of course.”
“I’ve got a lead on where the goods can be recovered.”
“So we’re into that line now?” The theft of art and artifacts had never been a specialty for our family, though Remy and my father were collectors.
“The theft happened in our territory. We need to track it down to make it clear people can’t do that kind of high-profile business here without going through our family.”
“You want me to go get the information right now?”
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
“Do you have to be so bossy?”
“Lancelot, this is serious,” Remington snarled.
“Where is this information?”
“At the Platt Historical Library.”
Was he fucking serious? “It’s at a library?”
“Yes, one for historical collections.”
“What the fuck kind of hiding place is that?”
“The one I worked out with my contact.”
“Jesus Christ. I have a date with an adventurous dancer, and you want me to cancel it to go to a library?”
Remy ignored me. “The information I need has been placed in one of the archives. In order to get it, you’re going to have to speak to the librarian in charge of that area.”
“If I can handle gunrunners and drug dealers, I think I can manage to get past a librarian.”
“You’re not going to ‘get past’ him. You’re going to request information like any other patron. Then you’re going to remove what we need after pretending to search through the available material for at least half an hour. You don’t want to draw attention to yourself.”
“What the hell difference does it make? Why should I sit there wasting my time?”
“Lance, just listen to me on this.”
Did Remington get more insufferable every day, or was it my imagination? “All right. I go up to a desk and ask a librarian for some information. How hard can that be?”
“The man who works at the desk is known for being… persnickety. He’s very protective of the materials in his collection, so don’t ruffle his feathers.”
“Are you serious? Why don’t you just go yourself if this is so delicate?”
“I’ve been there before. Someone might recognize me.”
“In other words, you’ve been in there and caused trouble.”
“I might have been more insistent about getting access to certain materials than their average patron.”
Trust my brother to have gotten himself banned from a fucking library. “You mean I have to do this because you had some hissy fit over some boring old piece of?—”
“It wasn’t boring, and… yes.”
“Why not get Corbin to do it?” He deserved it after making me see the show he and Beau were putting on. “He’s quite a charmer.”
“So are you, as you well know. Corbin’s busy, and I want you on this.”
He was busy getting fucked on someone else’s kitchen counter. “Are you punishing me for something?”
“No, I’m trusting you and your acting skills. By the way. No monkey.”
“You know Tony hates to wait in the car.”
“Tony should wait at home.”
That wasn’t happening. “Do I really have to go now? I’m supposed to be showing Corbin another house.”
Just then my phone beeped. It was a text from Corbin. We want to put in an offer on this one.
“Never mind. They found the one they want.”
“See? Now your schedule is free.”
It wasn’t, but I didn’t bother reminding my brother that I was supposed to be on a date. Instead, I’d be pandering to some stick-up-his-ass librarian instead of getting rid of the restless feeling I’d had for days. Sometimes I hated my brothers.
“Fine, I’ll do this, but if there needs to be a return visit to the library, Corbin can handle it.”
“This should be a one-time deal. I’ll text you the details you need.”
I ended the call and offered Tony one of the pieces of dried fruit I had in my pocket. “Come on. We’re going to the library.”
Thank you for reading Corbin . The series continues with Lancelot .