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July 19 - July 22, 2022
Fox reaches past me and flicks Bellamy’s nose. “We don’t disparage ourselves,” he grunts. We save that for the people we murder. Fox reads my text and kisses the side of my head. “That’s right.”
Confidence is sexy as fuck, in case you’ve forgotten or you’re randomly reading book two without having read book one, in which case there’s something wrong with you and you need to go to the hospital immediately. You can tell them I sent you. It’ll be fine.
“Stop it! That’s disgusting! Why are you second-hand licking me?!” Fox points at Bellamy’s other cheek. “Missed a spot.” Bellamy gasps and jerks himself free from my attention. “Those are freckles! They don’t rub off!” I give him a skeptical look and bring my thumb up to lick it again. “No, no, no! Keep your spit in your mouth!” I swear it was dirt. “My face is not dirty.”
Dakota gives his husband a wicked grin and dip-kisses him right in front of the front door, inches away from Bellamy, and close enough to me that I can basically feel their love in my dic—heart. In my heart.
Bear is the human donor to Fox’s genetics, and he lives up to his name. He also looks like Thor and Captain America had a baby with Superman. Don’t look at me like that. I am not a comic book person; mixing up universes is almost a rite of passage for non-comic book people.
Fox stops in his tracks, turns around, pulls me into his arms, and does that thing where he tries to shut me up with a kiss. Honestly, I’m mute. I can’t be silenced with kisses. Distracted by them, yes, but not silenced. Gawd, he’s so smexy.
Self-acceptance is an important step to living a happy life, trust me.
I have way too much empathy for the victims to have any mercy left over for the victimizers. If that makes me a little bit psycho, I’m ok with that.
I grin at the message from Fox. It’s totally a dick pic. I love this man more than life, and his dick is a thing of beauty. Even though I literally had it in my mouth not an hour ago, getting a pic makes me squirmy and horny for another round.
I huff and wildly express my shock and dismay that he would laugh at me for falling face first into the mud. The. Mud. Does my ward even protect against microbial terrorists that could give me some weird illness that might hospitalize me, and then I could die because it’s such a foreign bacteria that the doctors can’t figure it out before it eats my brain, and also where is Dr. House when you need him???
“Home.” I will never not love the sound of that word out of his mouth. The no-longer-homeless mute boy loves knowing he has a place he belongs.
Bellamy swiffers like the world might end if there’s dust on our floors. I have never snuck out to the garden in white socks and then casually strolled through the house until he noticed the bottoms of them, and he has never attacked the floors with a steam mop after seeing the bottoms of my dirty socks. Nope. Never.
Dammit. My shinies are dirty! Nooooo!
“I’m going to take the equality stance and say if I can cuss in front of one adult I can cuss in front of the other no matter their gender.”
My finger needs a huge diamond, thank you very much.
I’m not against going against tradition, but I’m kind of a princess and definitely want my Reaper-in-shining-armor to present me with a ring in a romantic way. Call me old fashioned.
Two doms don’t make a right. That’s how the saying goes, I’m sure of it.
Gavin chuckles, deep, dark, swoon-worthy, and deadly. “Boy, my cousin was in Nevada last I heard. You have a thing for pirates?”
“I do believe everyone has a thing for pirates these days.”
Gavin gives him a slow, sensual once-over. “I’m far more interested in the cabin boy.”
Whew, if I was Bellamy and also not totally into Fox, I would be in Gavin’s lap already. He’s…whew.
Hey, I’m taken and monogamous, but I’m not immune to a hot guy in my ear. Fox sees this and his mask of stoicism flashes with possessiveness. He sets his drink on the bar, marches over to me, picks me up, and sits with me in his lap across from Gavin, giving the man a stoically intense glare.
Damn, I love being the love of this man’s life. He never lets me feel unwanted, and since that’s how I felt for most of my life, it’s a cozy security blanket to have wrapped around me now.
I did not think Fox could get sexier, but dayum that man knows what he’s doing.
“You are the sexiest man alive. I love you. As soon as we get to the hotel I’m going to fuck you into the mattress you competent, sexy beast. Watching you drive is as captivating as watching you kill people, but I would never say that aloud. I’d make Bellamy say it,” Bellamy reads aloud, because distracted driving is dangerous.
When we get to the hotel, Fox pulls into a huge parking lot and manages to park like the expert at everything he is. Hot. Fox just slides this huge SUV into a space between two other cars, and I might have a little chubby in my briefs because holy hell, competence is sexy, and Fox has it in spades.
Fox turns off the engine and looks at me, immediately doing a double take. A smug grin teases the corners of his mouth when he not-so-subtly notices my chubby. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
My eyes and expression say, I fucking love you, and the bulge in my pants says, I love fucking you, and I’m so glad I get to make good on the promise in my kiss.
I am also in love with this baby-soft pair of jeans I managed to rescue from Bellamy when he started tossing out my thrift store clothes. Do you know how many washes it takes to make jean material soft like butter? More than I have ever managed in my entire life, that’s how many. I rescued these from his cleaning, and I realize that they could fall apart at any moment, but they are going on my lovely ass right now, and if this is their last day on earth, I am going to revel in their comfort.
Bellamy scowls at my outfit, and I can see him silently plotting how he’s going to get rid of this outfit as soon as I’m out of it.
Magic does have some amazing benefits, doesn't it? Are you jealous of my fancy-ass magical lifestyle yet? Trust me, I know the feeling.
Fox makes an almost inaudible noise in the back of his throat before lifting his hands to his mouth and… He barks twice, yips, and then, “Arooooo.” Sadly, this is the person I took one look at and decided, this is the one; this is the man I’m going to marry someday.
He’s my favorite person on this planet, and I hope I never lose my excitement at his touch. Have you ever just gotten lost in the wonder of your partner?
Moments after I hit the floor on top of Bellamy, a head lands right next to my face. Gross. What I wouldn’t give to be able to tell these idiots that they could have lived if they’d kept their heads about them… *snicker* *side eye* This is what happens when you enjoy macabre humor.
Bellamy quietly huffs a laugh beside me, making no attempt to hide his amusement. “Onward, Buttercup. There’s fuckery to spread.”
“My Harbinger and I will not take any jobs until we get our Acolyte back, you cocksucking, bootlicking, fartsniffing asskisser. And when I find my Acolyte, I’m coming for you.”
I am telling you, if that guy is evil I will eat...something gross but edible, and definitely not any imaginary hats unless they’re made of sticky caramel. *side-eye* Not everyone likes having their teeth glued together.
Am I planning to ask him if he grants wishes now that I know he’s a jinn? Yes. Yes, I am.
This is what it’s like when you find your soul’s mate, as Fox likes to call me. They’re the puzzle piece that fits exactly with yours. Sure, we’re all jagged edges and hard lives, but his jagged edges fit perfectly with mine, and around us we’re putting together the puzzle of our family—jagged puzzle pieces that fit with us too.
Pfft. Convenient, amiright? Convenient enough for an overarching plot line in a multi-book series. *side eye*
I don’t have a fear kink, at least I didn’t until the last few minutes. Fox’s growl triggers that instinctive need to freeze and hide, but it also makes me leak like a precum fountain. God. Damn. He just keeps getting sexier.
“Why’re you looking at me like you just found my jizz in your favorite pocket pussy?” Darcy sure does have a way with words. You’re not even imagining how that sounds with a hillbilly accent, are you? I’m listening to it, and it’s always just astonishing how gross he makes things.
Jesus-fucking-Christ, people are gullible. I really don’t know how we’ve survived on this planet for so long. We’re evolution’s version of that one mistake we all make that haunts us for the rest of our lives.
It’s embarrassing how dumb we are when we get in groups.
Fox slaps his hand over Bellamy’s lips, silencing him as he leans in close enough to press his forehead against Bellamy’s. “I will send you more unsolicited dick pics than you could possibly handle. I will get everyone I know to send them. Constantly. You will get so many that you’ll genuinely consider going on a dick fast because you’ll be so tired of seeing dicks every time you have to look at your phone when Papa talks.”
