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I can feel it.
Feel her pussy clench seconds before she shatters, before Tate kisses me hard and deep, moaning and chanting into my mouth as she comes all over me. And I can feel her love, actuallyfeelhow much she loves me when she does, as my dark angel orgasms so hard her entire body begins twitching, as my balls draw up tight before I explode inside her.
I can feel how much Tate loves me as I lose my rhythm, my thrusts jerky and brutal while I come deep inside my fucking soulmate, her name tearing from my throat in a growl as I crush my lips to hers.
This…thisis what I never believed I would have.
The unconditional love, support, and faith of a woman like the one lying underneath me, holding me and whispering promises of forever after making love in a way that I can’t really describe with words.
Tate was nothing more than a fantasy for so long, long before I even knew she existed, and having not only her but James too has made me more grateful, more optimistic, and want more than ever to be a better man, because I need them—need to be that for myself and them—more than they know.
Tate and James have given my life meaning, they’ve brought joy to what was once a miserable existence and they have shown me who I’m meant to be.
I’m meant to be theirs.
Without this incredible woman and her amazing little boy, I am nothing but a hollow, broken shadow of a man.
Being theirs makes me strong, makes me happy, and I’m complete. It makes me a goddamn warrior and I will love them, I will protect them with everything I’ve got.
I’ll burn this fucking world to the ground for both of them if I have to, then I’ll bury their enemies in the smoldering ash with a smile on my face while I do it.
Thatis my goddamn truth.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
TATE
“Areyou going to the gym this morning?” I ask as I push Fin’s hair from his eyes, a sleepy smile spreading across his handsome face.
He turns into my touch but doesn’t open his eyes. “Mmhmm. Gotta meet Pope at five.”
“I don’t know how you do it.” I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. “Especially after staying up most of the night.”
“M’eudail,” Fin says as one pale blue eye opens and squints at me. “I have to act on the adrenaline while I can. Fucking your pretty little pussy gives me more energy than you realize so going to the gym after I was able to have you twice in one night makes sense.” I giggle as he suddenly rolls on top of me and begins rubbing his scruff against my neck in between kisses. “Unless you want to give me a few minutes. We have about three hours before James gets up, I’m sure I could recover quick enough to fuck you through this mattress one more time by then.”
“You’re so crude!” I barely squeak out as Fin forces my arms above my head to continue his tickle torture.
“You love it.”
“I do!”
“You sure about that, Tate? Seems like myfilthy mouthmight make you a little uncomfortable.”
I squirm against him, trying like hell to keep my laughter quiet. “I do! I love your mouth and all the things it’s capable of. I swear!”
“Good.” Fin stops and pushes up on an elbow to look down at me. “It’d be a real blow to my ego if you’d been faking it this entire time.”
I just roll my eyes with a smirk.
This man.
I had no idea how playful, or funny really, Fin was until we started dating. Before, when we were all living together at the farmhouse, he was so stoic all the time, so grumpy and unapproachable. Sure, there were a lot of reasons for that and we were keeping each other at arm’s length, but still. The only time I ever saw him genuinely smile was when he was with James.
The way Fin would play with him, the way he’d hang on every word that came out of my little boy’s mouth, that was the only time I’d seen him truly happy.
Knowing what I do now, it all makes sense.
He’d gotten so good at faking it, so good at hiding everything and burying it with the drugs that I really believe Fin had forgotten how to be genuinely happy. And now that he’s sober and clear I’m seeing things in him that I never expected.
