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Zac groans loudly.

I smirk. Always the first to blow.

Vi sucks harder. My balls draw up. The base of my spine tingles. My vision tightens.

I burst in her mouth with a sharp, punched-out, “Ah, fuck—”

When the twitching eases, I loosen my hold on her head and sink back, lungs working.

“Show me, Storm.”

She sticks her tongue out, my cum pooled on it, her eyes bright and wicked.

“Goddamn, Vi,” I groan, bringing the cigarette back up for one last drag. She swallows it down, then leans forward and kisses the tip of my cock. It’s already starting to swell again; there’s no recovery time when it comes to her.

I flick the cig into the ashtray beside the lounger. “Strip for me.”

She peels out of her clothes, grinning the whole time. Dress, bra, and panties—gone. Moonlight on bare skin. My own personal religion.

“Sit that perfect pussy on my fat dick, Storm,” I tell her. “And don’t come till I say.”

Around us comes a chorus of laughs and groans. I never thought I’d get to feel this level of unfiltered joy off the stage. But she’s proven me wrong.

Vi climbs into my lap, knees bracketing my hips, one hand on my shoulder for balance. She sinks down slowly, taking inch after inch, and my fingers bite into her thighs.

Sitting here, with her wrapped around me, I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing with the rest of my life. I’m going to get my house in order. My body and my head. Stay sober, maybe even let some shrink poke around in the wreckage. Because she’s worth every ounce of effort, every sacrifice, every hard thing I’ve been too much of a coward to face.

She’s it.

Starting now, I’m becoming the man she deserves.

Chapter twenty-nine

Violet

The dream that was Lake Como dies the second we step through the penthouse door in Milan. One second, I’m floating on that impossible high—sun-warm skin, the lake glittering behind my eyelids—the next, it’s gone. Swapped out for hotel air-con, city noise and the one person I didn’t need shoved in my face on arrival.

Cindy’s balanced on the arm of the couch with Xander’s arm around her. Theo, Kai, and Chris are sprawled around the living room, shoes off, scrolling on their phones.

Her gaze snags, slides to Carter behind me, then comes straight back to me. I can practically hear the rusted gears grinding in her head.

Nothing massacres a post-vacation high quite like your teenage trauma smiling with too many teeth.

“Welcome back,” Chris calls. “How was the break?”

“Perfect,” Carter says with zero hesitation.

I stop walking, because—wow.

Right on cue, the guys kick in.

“Aww, man,” Kai groans.

“Don’t make me gag,” Xander mutters.

“Please don’t start reciting sonnets,” Theo adds, lobbing a jellybean at Carter’s head and missing by a mile. Carter takes it all with that smug, infuriating grin. He doesn’t give a single fuck who knows he’s gone soft over me.

Cindy’s gaze whips between us again, slower this time. I can see the moment it registers. Surprise flashes, then something sour creeps in before she slaps on a polite smile.