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I stand and pull my pants back on. Once I have myself together, I go to pull him up, but he gives my arm a tug and causes me to fall into him. He covers me in wet kisses before hauling us both off the floor.
Bael stops dead in his tracks and nearly causes me to fall over. “Oh for fucks sake.” He glares at the wall above the sink.
“What?” There’s nothing wrong with the wall that I can see.
“We were too late.” Bael jabs at the wall, drawing my attention to the stern visage of The Rock glaring down at us.
I blink at The Rock. The Rock keeps glaring at me.
“You know what this means, right?” I ask.
Bael quirks an eyebrow at me in question.
“We’ve got to fuck in their bathroom now.”
“Oh no,” Bael says, holding up his hands as if to ward off my excellent idea. “Then they’ll both try to fuck in ours. It’ll be a never-ending war.”
“It’s a good thing I’m in this for the long haul then.”
Bael gives me a heart-stopping grin. “I guess it is.”
“Let’s get started on our new quest first thing tomorrow, okay?” I say, giving him a little peck on the cheek.
“Your wish is my command.” Bael grabs me by the waist and dips me into one of those cinematic hero kisses, and I don’t swoon. Really, I don’t.
(I totally do.)
Post swoon, I give my jacket a mournful poke with my toe. “I hate this jacket, but I'm really sad that I have to throw it away now. It would be a nice souvenir for the first time somebody sucked my soul out of my cocklet.”
“Why can't you keep it?”
“Because carrying it inside out and balled up under my arm for the rest of the evening is going to cause so many questions. It’s better to just let it go gently into the night.”
I give it a grand send-off by chucking it into the trash, and when I turn around, I catch Bael suppressing a laugh, and he goes to inspect the art wall like he’d been doing it the entire time. When I see the wall, I think I know what he found so amusing.
Half of the art is smeared away, and there is a distinct impression of my ass where it used to be.
I smirk. “Well, I don't have any duck stickers on me yet, but this gives me a good chance to improvise.” I wipe my ass print away, take a stick of blue chalk, and use our initials to form a cute little drawing of a duck.
“Dammit. If I’d brought my phone I could have taken a picture,” Bael laments.
“You have the OG artist in your pocket. I can make as many ducks as you want.” I go on my toes to kiss him, and he forgets all about his phone. We both check each other over to make sure we’re put back together before we return to the table. Bael gives my back a lingering glance on the way to the table, and I assume he’s checking out my ass.
I turn to give Bael another kiss, and the entire table erupts into cheers and applause.
What the…?
Kai swears and gets up. He glares at everyone until they shut up and then he brushes off my back. When he finishes, I see that his hands are covered in chalk. Oh, for fucks sake.
“Nice job, Bael. That was way longer than five minutes. Up top!” Mel holds up a hand and Bael slaps it. They both look at me expectantly until I give Mel a hesitant high five too.
Yeah… I think my little family is going to fit right in with this codependent mess of misfits.
Epilogue
ELVIS
“Kai, what are you doing?” The little guy, Wren, tries to look over his bodyguard’s shoulder to see what he’s up to, but his height isn’t up to the task. Kai tilts his phone to accommodate him.
