Epilogue
SWAYZE
“Well, look who’s killing it with the couples costumes this year. Weeeelllll… kinda.” Haven laughs, pulling Mia into a hug while Axel backslaps me in greeting.
Looking over at my girl, I can’t help the grin spreading across my face.
She’s a sexy as fuck Little Red Riding Hood tonight. Her long dark waves are in two braids, lips painted the same red as her cape, and she’s wearing a cute as fuck bouncy little mini dress—that I’m dying to drag her out onto the patio to explore further.
I’ve come dressed as… well… myself. I wasn’t about to parade around in an actual wolf costume, plus I need to be able to kiss my girl whenever I want, not have my face covered so I can barely even see her.
I masked my feelings for long enough, thank you very much.
Though Mia pouted about Ghostface not making a reappearance until I promised to fuck her wearing the damn mask as soon as we got home.
“Wolfman.” Lucas grins as he and Beckett swagger up to us.
Looks like I’m not the only one who’s dressed like himself.
“Boys, you really didn’t get the fancy dress memo this year, huh?” Jett smirks as she walks up to us.
Lucas is wearing a tank, jeans, his tool belt, and work boots. He looks like he’s here to check the wiring somewhere.
“Hey, I’m in costume. I’ve come dressed as ThorSpark, the viral TikTok thirst trap.” Lucas juts his cock out in the hip thrust he’s become internet-famous for over the last few months, thanks to Beckett’s harebrained scheming.
“Modest as ever I see. Coming as you are doesn’t count, Sunshine. You too Wolff.”
She shakes her head before Beckett slings an arm around her neck.
Brave man.
He’s dressed as a firefighter tonight, claiming to want to see how the rest of his squad lives.
“I’ve made an effort, Jetty baby. Don't you wanna jump on Dr. Foxy’s firepole?” He winks at her, dropping his arm with a laugh when she shoots him a look known to skewer lesser men.
“I’d rather jump off a cliff, Cub.”
With a shake of her head, she walks behind the bar, Beckett staring after her in irritation.
“Joke’s on her... you snooze, you lose, Dollface,” he shouts, only to get her middle finger in response.
“Well, it’s a toss-up between which of our boys goes down next then. Will it be baby Thor meeting a super fan? Or is Foxy gonna bust his balls on Jett?”
“More like Jett will bust his balls, Kim. She’ll eat him for breakfast.” Haven chuckles.
Mia walks up to me, holding two sodas since it’s not the best idea to drink with fresh ink. I take one and slide an arm around her, loving how she curls straight into me.
It’s never gonna get old.
“You worked your debt off yet, Swayze?” Beckett winks at us.
Mia giggles, spearing me with her gorgeous eyes before turning to face our group.
“He might have…” she rests her hand over my heart, beaming. Her huge smile rivals the bright sparkle of her engagement ring glinting in the strobe lights.
“Called it!” Haven and Kim shout, pulling Mia into a group hug.
“Did he like your ink?” Haven nods at Mia’s wrist.
“I liked his more.” Mia flashes the photo Ash texted me of my tattoo, showing them my dedication to my girl.
“Fuck, man, you’re making the rest of us look bad.” Axel chuckles, pressing a kiss on Haven’s head.
“You’re okay babe. You made me a whole bakery. You still have brownie points in the bank.”
Mia turns back to me, smiling wickedly as she presses her lips to mine.
“Wolfie, I’m a little hot. Wanna come get some air with me?”
My hands glide over her hips, noting a distinct lack of panty lines.
“Fuck yes.”
This Wolff is locked and loaded, ready to howl at the moon.