Feuds and Reckless Fury

by K. Webster

“He’s like an asshole fairy, sprinkling his salty attitude all over the place.”

“Betcha a Coke you get yourself off after I leave and think of me when you do it.” “Go away,” I grumble. “You didn’t win this round.” “No,” I complain, annoyed that I’m still aching to come. “I certainly did not.”

“I wanted to break you, Wonderland.” “And now?” “I can’t break you. I don’t want to. I just want you.”

“Does your dad know your sculpture is of me?” He lifts a dark brow, turning his body toward me. “Awfully full of yourself. It could be anyone—literally anyone—but you.” “But it’s not. I recognize my own dick.”

As soon as we step over the threshold, he shoves me to the wall, kissing me like he can reach my soul. Joke’s on him, though—it mated with his months ago. We’re Daisuke and Chibi. Two sides of the same coin. A perfect complement to the other.

Home is wherever your heart is. And mine is with Canyon Voss. My enemy turned lover. My stepbrother with benefits. My hypothetical cat’s other daddy. Home is him.