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“So does this mean we can go on dates?” I asked a while later, trailing my fingers along Rafe’s spine as he lay half on top of me, skin damp with sweat and his breathing still a little quick.
We’d just finished having sex again, this time with Rafe on his knees, one hand gripping the headboard while the other held my head in place on the bed as he fucked my throat.
I’d mostly kept my hips still, basking in the feel of him desperately thrusting into my mouth and his tight ass sliding up and down my cock at the same time while I knelt behind him, hands on his sides. I just wished I’d been able to watch.
He huffed tiredly in amusement, shifting his cheek on my chest. “Technically we’ve already planned one. Going to see Corey in drag, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” I stared up at the ceiling, a silly grin on my face. “I guess that was a date.”
Rafe snorted, turning to kiss my chest as he smoothed his hand over my stomach.
“We can have dinner together.” I was getting pretty excited about all the coupley things we could do. “I bet you’re a great cook. I’m not. But I could take lessons or something.”
“You don’t have to take cooking lessons, Dan.”
“And now you have to listen to me complain about work.” I cackled, squeezing his ass. “You’re gonna get so fucking sick of hearing about wrestling, kitten.”
His smile grew wider. “No, I won’t. And I already listen to you complain about work.”
“Yeah.” I kissed the top of his head. “We definitely were already dating, weren’t we?”
He chuckled. “Pretty much.”
“But now you’re officially stuck with me,” I teased, still grinning like a fool.
Rafe huffed a drowsy little laugh. “Not stuck.”
“Can we spend most nights in your bed? It’s way more comfortable than mine.”
“Mhmm,” he mumbled, then yawned as he grew lax on top of me.
I forced myself to shut up, kissing the top of his head again and tugging the comforter higher to make sure he was covered.
I was still smiling long after he’d fallen asleep.
Epilogue
Wrestlers’ Court
Rafe
TWO WEEKS LATER
My eyes popped open as I was jarred abruptly out of sleep, my stomach dipping unpleasantly until I realised what had woken me was just a child shrieking with excitement outside. Probably the family of werewolves a few houses down.
I relaxed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then jumped again when a car door slammed and Dan’s headless body suddenly shot up beside me as he startled awake.
“Wha?” his head groaned tiredly, still on the pillow.
I chuckled sleepily, rolling over to smooth my hand along his chest and gently urge him to lie back down. He’d done that a couple of times—forgotten to reattach his head before moving when he’d just woken up. It was cute.
A few nights ago, I’d woken in the middle of the night to the sound of him mumbling my name, half-asleep. When I’d forced my eyes open, I’d realised that only his head was beside me.
“Went to take a piss,” he’d mumbled. “Forgot my head. Can’t find the bedroom.”
I’d rolled out of bed and dragged my feet into the hall, still half-asleep myself. When I saw Dan’s headless body patting his way hesitantly along the wall near the spare bedroom down the other end, I’d taken his hand and led him back to bed.
