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I glance around and my eyebrows meet in confusion. “Where’d Matt go?”

Magnus shrugs. “No clue. He and Coop were at the bar throwing back shots earlier. They probably took off together.”

“Things okay with you two?” I ask Magnus.

“Yeah, he apologized twice. And Sem threatened him with his life if he hurt me, so we’ll see how it goes. It’s a little crazy, you know? You being married to a guy after all this, and now Matt is off hanging with a gay guy.”

“It is a bit surreal,” I admit. “I can’t believe it either.”

Magnus blinks up at me and grins. “Glad you did it though. I do miss my family. At times.”

I smile back and pull Beau into my side, my hand sliding around his trim waist and holding him against me. I can’t believe we’re married.

This is so fucking crazy. There was a moment earlier when I wondered if Beau was going to show up to our wedding, but as soon as those doors were kicked open and I saw him, I knew.

He wanted me too. He might have protested the entire way, but he’s in this just as much as I am.

“Maggie, did you bring the zip ties?” Sem suddenly asks, and my brother blushes.

“Sem, not now. It’s not the time, but yes, I did. And the rope.”

Sem grins and then picks Magnus up and nuzzles his neck. The security guard is by our side once more, and Sem growls at him, striding out of the casino and toward the elevators without looking back, Magnus still in his arms.

That just leaves Beau and me alone. Suddenly, I don’t feel like gambling anymore.

“Want to go upstairs and fool around?”

Beau pretends to think about it before answering. “Yeah, husband. I think I do.”

I bite back a smile, never having felt this happy in my entire life. I have Beau, I have my brother back. What the fuck did I do to deserve this?

“I like that name.”

“What name? Husband?”

“Yeah, Bow-tie,” I say, picking him up and carrying him toward the elevators. His legs wrap around my back and his face nuzzles into my neck. The perfect space just for him.

“I like that a lot.”

Epilogue

Matt

Iwake up with a throbbing headache, my mouth feeling like the driest desert and tasting like sewer. A groan escapes me as I peel my eyelids back, trying not to move too quickly because the nausea is real. I drank far too much last night.

Far too much.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan when I try and sit up, my stomach sloshing. The room comes into view in bits and pieces. The two queen beds, a small sofa in the corner, the large window covered by blackout curtains.

Right. I’m in a hotel. In Vegas.

I shift in bed and realize I’m not wearing any clothes. Not that that’s anything new. I often sleep naked. Nothing better than cool sheets against warm skin.

Rubbing at my chest, I feel something catch on my fingers. Glancing down through swimming eyes, I see that my thigh, cock, and pecs are coated with… Is that dry cum? What the hell?

“Shit,” I mutter when I feel someone move next to me. Their legs knock against me, and I peel the covers back.

Underneath them is Coop, looking just as wrecked as me. His reddish brown hair is rumpled, his dark lashes just now starting to flutter open. My gaze roves over him, and I see cum on his face and arms. My mind reels as I try and understand what’s happening, but I can’t.