Epilogue
WES
I’m slamming into Callie from behind on our bed, one hand holding her in place by the hip, the other hand reaching around to rub her clit.
“Fuck, Wes. Fuck!”
“Does that feel good, Calliope?”
“So good. Please, Wes…” She moans, and the view of my girlfriend bracing on all fours is almost too much. I concentrate so fucking hard on not coming before she does.
I pull out and flip her around, tossing her on the bed and immediately sliding back into her soaking wet pussy. She’s so tight, and I can feel her starting to contract around me.
“I’m going to come, Wes.” She reaches over her head to ground herself on the headboard and arches her back.
“I know, sweetheart. Good girl. Come now, Calliope. Come all over my cock.”
She’s so sweaty and gorgeous, and when she screams out and starts coming, I immediately follow.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, turning completely limp underneath me when we’re both done.
I lean down and kiss her on the lips before pulling out and lying next to her.
“Holy shit,” I agree and turn to face her. “I will never get over your incredible pussy, Calliope.”
She laughs and reaches over to grab my cock, still half hard. “And I’ll never get over your dick, Wesley.”
I chuckle and pull her closer, careful not to disturb her hand on my cock, which loves anytime Callie touches it.
These days, my heart is full, but I don’t always have enough time to track the movements of both my brother and Callie. Noah laughed at me when I brought up the concern, reminding me he is, indeed, a serial killer and doesn’t need my protection.
I’ll never stop protecting the people I love.
Three hours, five orgasms (three of them Callie’s) and one joint shower later, Noah shows up while Callie’s out picking up last-minute things for our family dinner. We’re checking out his list before everyone else arrives.
“You added five more targets within the past week?” I examine the updated list in Noah’s notebook.
“There’s a lot of garbage humans out there, Wes.” My brother sneezes and glares at Sir Fluffy, who is at his feet staring lovingly up.
I snort.
“We need to prioritize. Some of these are just a few descriptive words. Like when you wrote ‘Rhode Island murders—campus killer?’” I look up.
He shrugs and pours us each whiskey from the bottle in the middle of the table. “I’m not sure about that one yet. It was a tip from Scorpion, and I haven’t been able to vet it yet.”
“Just promise me you’ll control yourself. No sneaking away and trying to do any of these on your own.”
“I could totally do this on my own,” Noah says. “Well. After you help with the locating and hacking into systems and all that shit. Then I could do it on my own.”
“But it’s safer to do it with me.” Sometimes I can’t believe I’m the younger brother. “You need to have someone there to back you up.”
“For fuck’s sake, fine.”
A key jangles in the lock and a second later, Callie walks in. She’s got a reusable grocery bag in her arms, and it should have fresh garlic bread from the bakery in town to go with the lasagna.
“Calliope,” I say, my heartbeat skipping when she pauses on the welcome mat and meets my eyes.
Honey Bunny hops over to greet her, and Callie bends down to pet her rabbit.
Sir Fluffy notices the movement and follows Honey Bunny, as usual.
Those two have some kind of bromance going on. Or maybe it’s one way, I’m not sure.
“Hey.” Callie smiles at me as she slips her shoes off, shrugs out of her jacket, and comes right over. I shift back in the chair to give her plenty of space to settle on my lap. Which she does, placing a sweet kiss on my lips.
“Hi, Callie,” Noah says, attempting to interrupt us.
“Hey Noah.” Callie pulls back from our kiss and smiles at my brother.
“We were busy before you came in and distracted Wes.” Noah pretends to be annoyed, but I know he adores Callie.
“So sorry I interrupted your murder talk.”
“You better watch out or I’ll put you on the list.”
Callie laughs. “Noah? You are the least scary person ever.”
“My god woman, that’s not what quite a few people would say, if they weren’t already dead.” Noah sighs. “But I actually love that Wes is so wrapped up in you that he can’t stalk me as thoroughly as he’s done for the past decade.”
“Wow, now we’re saying the quiet part out loud, huh.” I make an unimpressed grunt.
“You’re the best, Wes.” Callie nuzzles into my neck before hopping off my lap to unpack the groceries. Noah rolls his eyes.
These are the only two people in my life who understand my deep need to be their guard dog.
The front door opens again, and Meadow enters the cabin with a bottle of wine in each hand.
“Hey!” she calls in her cheery voice.
When Callie asked if her sister could stay with us for a while, the answer was obviously yes. I’d never say no to that woman. I am a little bummed that we can’t get naked in the kitchen or living room whenever we want, but Meadow gives us our space.
Noah lets out a frustrated sigh and closes the notebook.
“Be nice,” I whisper as a slight flush appears on his cheeks.
“She’s such a pain in the ass.” Noah’s not even trying to be quiet. But even though his words are negative, he doesn’t take his eyes off Meadow. “I can’t believe she just showed up at my cabin earlier. She can’t just do that. What if I was… busy?”
I cock my head at Noah. We might have sent Meadow over to his cabin earlier today so we could have alone time, and we might not have given him a choice in the matter, or even more than a five-minute warning that she was on her way.
Both of us are highly entertained by the idea of forcing the two of them together.
Callie seems to think they’d be perfect, but I’m not convinced. My brother seems to detest Meadow.
“Hasn’t she been helping you with plans for the upcoming renovation?” I say, also not softly enough.
“Help is a strong word.” Noah shakes his head and glares at Meadow as she approaches us.
“Hey, my design ideas were spot on.” Meadow slips into a chair next to Noah. “Maybe you are good at cabin renovations—”
“Of course I’m good at it.” Noah scoffs.
“—but haven’t you had to hire a designer in the past?” Meadow plays with her braid, taking the elastic out and unbraiding the sections.
“Traitor.” Noah says to me, but doesn’t look away from Meadow’s hands.
I might have let it slip to Meadow that Noah is shit at that final step of his cabin renovations, and we often have to pay someone to come finish things off.
“It just so happens I’m looking for a job,” Meadow says.
“No.” Noah shakes his head aggressively.
“What do you mean no? We had fun together, didn’t we?”
“We did not.”
“Why are you such a pain in the ass?”
Callie’s sister doesn’t know that she’s hanging out with a pair of serial killers. Besides personality conflicts, that fact might get in the way of anything happening between Noah and Meadow.
There’s another knock. Callie jumps up and opens the door to Lola.
“Hey!” Callie throws her arms around Lola, then hugs her brother, who appears behind the women. Then Callie grabs Lola’s hand and drags her to the kitchen to open wine. “Come on, Meadow!”
Jake stands awkwardly in the front door for a moment, but I gesture to the table, and he follows and sits in the chair Meadow just vacated.
Noah pours him a whiskey without a word, and Callie’s brother accepts it gratefully and throws it back.
I head to the kitchen to check the pies, flicking the oven light on. The apple pie looks beautiful. Perfect.
Callie slips next to me and wraps her arms around my waist. Meadow and Lola are chattering away across the kitchen. Next to the apple pie is a mince pie. This one has a gorgeous top crust and decidedly no poison in the filling.
“Fuck, that smells good,” Callie says. It’s true. The smell of the pies mingles with the lasagna baking in the second oven, and it’s an incredible aroma. “Both safe to eat?” she whispers.
“Of course.” I kiss the top of her head. She turns her face up to me, waiting for a kiss on her plump, pink lips. I give the woman what she wants, and she sighs against me.
“I love when you kiss me,” she says.
“And I love kissing you. I do have one problem.”
“What?” Her brow furrows, and she looks into my eyes intensely.
“I’m going to have to come up with another disgusting pie flavor to add my special ingredient to.”
“Mince pie is not disgusting.” Callie laughs and shakes her head.
“Agree to disagree.” I push a chunk of her hair behind her ear. “I was researching recipes, but some of them sound so good I don’t want to ruin them.”
“Like what?”
“Chocolate Haupia pie, which is a chocolate coconut pie from Hawaii.”
“Oh my god, that sounds amazing.” Callie licks her lips, and I’m obsessed with the movement.
“I know. I’m gonna make it sometime. But I think I decided on something called funeral pie.”
“That’s almost too perfect. What’s in it?
” She smiles, and I love the open and pure joy on her face.
I hope I can continue to make her happy.
I hope I can help her create a life here that’s so much better than the one she was considering across the country.
I don’t want even one single second of doubt to enter her mind about choosing this.
Choosing me.
Choosing us.
“Raisins and custard.”
“I mean, raisins are also in mince pie, but I’m not sure about raisins just, like, floating around in custard.” Callie scrunches her nose.
“Exactly.”
“So I guess I’m on board with funeral pie being your new mince pie.”
“Glad we agree.” I grin and lean closer to her, pausing just before our lips meet. “I love you, Calliope.”
“I love you too, Wesley.”
And then I kiss her.