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“It should be.”

She threaded her fingers through his chest hair. “When’s the show?”

“March, thankfully. So, we have some time.”

“Imma mint too.”

Michael grinned down at their Axl interruption. “Is that right?” Axl gripped his wrist and Michael made a growl noise as he hoisted him up slowly. “So heavy.” He made a production of it then tucked Axl between them.

“Big boy,” Axl said.

“You sure are.” She leaned down and gave Axl a smacking kiss. “Minty fresh.”

“Yeah, fresh.”

Michael hugged the two of them tighter. “Now let’s go ruin it with garlic.”

Chloe laughed. “Sounds like a very good plan.”

She found him on the balcony later that night. It had been a fun evening. Axl was completely passed out in his room, with his arm clutching the Hank plush octopus that Michael had won for him at the arcade. The long ride out to the pier gave them the perfect lullaby ride back home.

Michael still had his Viper, but took to driving her Jeep more and more. Then again, most of their outings included Axl, so it was kind of a necessity.

She curled her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his bare back. The ocean breeze was a little brisk, but February was right around the corner. There were a scant few months of cool weather in California and she usually had to sneak down to the pier to get a taste of winter ocean air.

Now it was literally her backyard.

“Everything okay?”

He curled his fingers tighter over the curve of the railing. Tension radiated off of him. “My fucking brother is still MIA. Lila has been bugging me daily to see if I’ve talked to him.”

She sighed, pressing a kiss to the dip of his spine. The topic of Mal was one of the many refrains in their evening conversations. “You don’t think he changed his phone number, do you?”

“Wouldn’t put it past him.”

She slid a trail of kisses along his ribcage and ducked under his arm. “What are you guys going to do if you can’t get Mal to join?” She swirled her tongue around his nipple.

He groaned. “Like I’m supposed to pay attention when you’re doing that?”

She grinned up at him and moved lower. “You’re so tense. I figured I should loosen you up.” She licked over his ribs to the ridges of muscle that arrowed down into his jeans. “I can let you stew out here if you’d rather.” She crouched in front of him before releasing two of the buttons of her blouse. He seemed to favor the lacy demi-cups she’d bought during a rare shopping spree at Victoria’s Secret during an after Christmas sale.

“Is that purple leopard print?”

She grinned up at him and released another button. “Maybe.” She cupped herself, tweaking her nipple so that it showed over the top of the lace.

“Fuck. Do that again. Peel it back.”

“Like this?” She swiped her thumb under the lace to flick her nipple. She groaned because he liked it. She was

learning not to hold back when they had spare moments alone. He tried to pull her back up, but she shook her head. “Just you tonight.”

She tucked her fingers into his fly and jerked down his jeans without mercy. He hissed out a groan when she snaked her fingers up the leg of his boxers to tease his balls. She drew her nose along his rapidly hardening shaft.

Michael made sure to see to her every need. He usually left her in a heap of melted brain cells most nights, so it was rare for her to be able to take the lead. From the heat in his eyes, she was pretty sure he didn’t mind just this once.

She lightly scraped her teeth over the cotton and molded each inch until she found his flared head. She cupped his balls with the hand still in his shorts, as she used the other to free him. The lights from their bedroom gave off just enough illumination that she knew he could see every move.

Michael was very visual. There was no hiding her flaws under the cover of night with this man. Then again, he never made them feel like flaws. He made her feel beautiful.

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