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Second Epilogue

After a long day of moving, the boxes have finally arrived and been assigned to their proper rooms. I spend some time fixing up the master bedroom where we’re all going to sleep. I have my favorite pillow in the middle. I can’t wait to be sandwiched in between Ethan and Colt on a daily basis. Just the thought gets me wet.

I reach down to touch my pussy over the fabric of my yoga pants. I shudder as my finger brushes against my folds. God, I need them. Now.

Don’t get me wrong. We had sex in the morning. But they’re like a drug. I need it more and more.

I hear voices coming from the den. Colt and Ethan have literally spent the whole day unpacking and arranging the den with leather couches, a dart board, bar, pool table, bookshelves, a globe, sofa, and desks. Figures. While I did the bathroom and bedroom for all of us, my boys did their playroom.

Still, I smile as I walk towards the den and hear Colt. “No fucking way, Ethan, there is no way we’re going to watch CSI in here. Not on my watch.”

“What possible grudge could you have against one of the most popular shows in America?” Ethan asks, exasperated.

“We just need to get this interview with Alexis Angel sorted out tonight if since she’s releasing her book about us,” Colt says.

I admit, I’m a bit surprised by Colt’s words as I walk into the den. Is Colt being responsible? He’s changed a whole lot, but can it be this drastic?

I’m also surprised by how nice it looks. Very homey, relaxing, and the sort of place you could get lost in for hours on end. I resolve that I’m going to spend just as much time in this room as Ethan or Colt.

“You’re talking about the set of questions she sent us from [email protected] right?” Ethan asks. “That’s her email address that you can contact her at any time.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the only way to reach her, man,” Colt says. “You should fucking know that the best way to stay informed with that woman is to sign up for her newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cWhMqD.”

“Then you got nothing to worry about,” Ethan says with a grin. “I already sent the bonus chapter out for her readers. They’ll get it once they finish reading about us.”

“You fucking sent it out without showing me?” Colt asks, evidencing anger.

Ethan shrugs. “I told her I could do your part,” he says.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Colt asks, angry.

Ethan shrugs. “Because I love you?”

This brings Colt up short. “Oh,” is all he can say, disarmed. “I fucking love you too. Fucker.”

“How much do you know about Alexis?” I ask, as both of them stare to look at me.

Ethan shrugs. “Alexis Angel,” he begins as if reciting from memory. “She’s a quirky kind of girl. But good fun though, I think if you like the kind of things she likes.”

Colt laughs, “You mean like dancing, fucking, and big cocks?” he asks. Ethan shrugs. “That’s like all that girl can think about.

“She’s an author,” Ethan says. “They’re allowed to be weird.”

“Fucking right,” Colt says. “But she fucking writes safe, happily ever after pieces but it’s seriously like reading porn.”

“And she’s calling the piece she wrote about us very steamy and exciting, I’ll bet?” I ask with a wicked smile as I look at both my boys.

“What do you expect from someone living in New York,” Ethan says. He looks at me and I see a smile on that ruggedly handsome face. “New York values, and all.”

“She loves getting flowers, especially when not expecting them,” Colt says.

Ethan looks at Colt. “Have you been sending her flowers?” he asks.