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“Thanks.”

He grins at Eric and shakes his hand.“You made it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.Hell of a game, man.”

The others are going out, but we’re going home.We’re getting up early tomorrow, so we stay aligned with Avana’s sleep schedule.And we’re going to take Eric and his family to a few of our favorite Cleveland places.

This city is quickly starting to feel like home to me.Or maybe that’s just Bash that feels like home.Either way, if he wants me to stay when my semester is over, I’m in.

I can do research from anywhere.Maybe not as part of a large team, but that’s okay.There’s only one Sebastian Stone, and now that he’s finally mine, I go where he goes.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Bash

“Seriously,there should be a hole in that suit.”I rake my gaze up and down Lainey’s body in her costume.“Like long underwear.An access flap I can open to fuck you and then close again so we can mingle at this party.”

She rolls her eyes, feigning aggravation.Because honestly, she lovestoo horny to liveBash and we both know it.She’s pure smoke in her Catwoman suit, and even though we spent an hour in bed earlier this afternoon, I want her again already.

“It’s the ears, isn’t it?”She makes a kissy face, teasing me.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” I say dryly.

Her tits look incredible in the outfit, even though her chest is completely covered.I probably should have put her in a frumpy Robin outfit instead of getting us these expensive custom-made Batman and Catwoman costumes because every guy who sees her tonight is going to have his tongue on the floor.

When she puts on the mask and holds the whip that came with the costume, Lainey looks like a high-dollar dominatrix.Her bright-red hair, flowing around her shoulders, only adds to her appeal.Normally I’m in charge in our bedroom, but for a change of pace, I’d lick her shiny black boots and take orders.

“We’re so much smarter than Carter and Suki.”I grin.“They’re bacon and eggs.Those costumes will be useless in their bedroom tonight.”

“It’s cute, though.”

My dog sitter River comes into the kitchen from the backyard, Bruce on his heels.

“Hey, you guys look awesome,” he says.

River has long, scraggly blond hair and he doesn’t shave much, so his beard comes down to his chest.He’s wearing a tie-dye T-shirt and he’s definitely stoned.His skin is bronzed from his summer backpacking in Patagonia.

Living in my guest cottage for eight months a year during hockey season to take care of Bruce when I’m traveling is River’s main job.It works well because he takes great care of him, and he’s able to travel during my offseason.

“That sourdough is ready to eat.Help yourself,” Lainey says.

River grins.“Amazing.Thank you.”

She’s been keeping him supplied with bread and muffins, and he loves it.Lainey reminds me of Suki in many ways—she loves caring for people.My kitchen is finally being used by someone other than my chef.Lainey loves my oven, and I love seeing her wearing an apron.One of these days, she’s going to give in to my requests that she wear an apron and nothing else while she’s baking.I fantasize when I’m traveling about bending her over the island and holding onto the bow at her back while I ravage her.

Not while River’s here, though.Hell, I probably won’t even let Bruce be around for it.No one wants to watch their mom get plowed.

“I’m gonna make a veggie sandwich with that bread and then Bruce and I are going to have massage time,” River says.

I groan.“You’re gonna massage his prostate again, aren’t you?”

Laney gapes at me but says nothing.River just grins.

“Yeah, man.Full body.He’s not getting his rocks off; it’s to improve blood flow to his prostate.”

I look at Bruce, who cocks his head.“Right, but I’m never going near his prostate.You walk him three times a day, feed him a raw diet, take him on hikes, and rub his prostate.Which, let’s be honest—he probably enjoys it.He probably wishes you were his real dad.”

River and Lainey both laugh, but this really is one of my fears.

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