When It Ends

by Penelope Black

“That’s alright, Cher. I’m excellent at sharing.”

Do I have a death wish? Hell no. I still have many, many things on my to-do list, and yeah, a lot of them involve the woman behind me. And sure, a good portion of them don’t include clothes, but fuck, I’m not going to hide behind my girl when some asshole waves a gun around.

“Someone had to keep watch while the three of you fucked around like we’re on spring break,” Cole grumbles without looking up.

“Then I’ll find you in the next life.” “And in the one after that,” West vows. “In every life,” Cole promises.