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Both of them were still inside their girl, and neither wanted to be the first to pull out. Lips twitching, Eli inclined his head. “Fine. But you’re on clean up duty.”
Well, hell. Condoms hadn’t been in the equation tonight, which meant clean up was going to be damn messy. The less glamorous side of sex, he thought with a sigh, but at least he’d be able to check Callie over thoroughly without causing her any discomfort.
“There are clean cloths in the drawers over there.” Cradling Callie close, he held her as Elias gingerly extracted himself and strutted over to the door. Once it was locked, he eased his cock from her swollen pussy, then shifted her onto an unsoiled part of the mattress. “We made a fucking mess, brother.”
They stood side by side, arms crossed over their chests.
Callie’s body was covered in sweat, her thighs slick with cum from their copious spend. Dozens of tiny red marks dotted all over her skin, already fading. Her pussy was bright red, plump, oozing with Evander’s semen.
“She’s well and truly marked,” Elias commented, satisfaction in his tone. His accent highlighted the edge of smugness. “Have you got a date in mind for the wedding?”
“As soon as fucking possible.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
With that matter settled, they moved into action. Elias raided the drawers for cloths, while Evander found a deep bowl in the cupboard beneath the small sink hidden away behind a wooden partition in the corner. He filled it with warm water and carried it back to the bed.
Between them, they washed her from head to toe reverently, removing the evidence of her tears first, then trailing down her body with care. They worked in silence, lost in their own thoughts, but the quiet was companionable and soothing.
Elias tended to her pussy, hissing lightly between his teeth as he stroked the abused flesh. “We might need to get her an ice pack for her clit. Poor baby’s bruised from the clamp.”
“This comes as a shock?”
“No. She just marks a lot easier than I expected.”
“I’ve got some gel in my bag. We’ll make it feel better.”
When she was decidedly more presentable, Eli picked her limp body up off the mattress, holding her upright so Evander could tackle her rear. She stirred, moaning pitifully, quieting when Eli whispered in her ear.
Satisfied by their joint efforts, Evander set the cloth aside and picked up one of the ridiculously soft blankets, shaking it out and wrapping it around Callie’s back. “Let me get dressed, then I’ll take her off you.”
“I’m not in any kind of rush.”
In under a minute, he tidied himself up and dressed, eager to have her in his arms again. She was the perfect armful, her weight soothingly heavy, when he scooped her against his chest.
“I have an idea,” Eli said casually, stretching out his shoulders. Water dripped into the bowl as he wrung the cloth out, giving himself a quick wash just as Evander had. “Our little minx has a thing about Calypso, right?”
“I believe the correct description would be she loathes the damn name.”
“Precisely. So what if we did something slightly…unorthodox?”
Setting his chin on top of her head, Evander regarded his friend with interest. The Brit usually came up with bloody good ideas. “Unorthodox as in…?”
Laying out the finer details of his plan as he dressed, Eli’s hands grew animated. He was trying to button his shirt one-handed while his other hand gestured emphatically.
It was a damn good idea, Evander thought. It would take some time to put into motion, and he’d have to test the waters subtly if they wanted to make sure it came as a surprise. Overall, he was impressed with Eli’s ingenuity at getting around the law.
“We’ll ask Braun if he knows of anyone who can marry us. Anyone can be ordained with the right paperwork. Hell, you can apply for a license online.”
“Here, in Phoenix?”
Evander shrugged his shoulders, a kernel of warm pleasure seeping through him at the thought of returning to Denver a married man, bound to both Callie and Elias for the rest of their lives.
It should be daunting. It should terrify the spit out of him, a bachelor for too many years to count. He should be running in the other direction as fast as his legs would carry him, yet he got the feeling he wouldn’t get far before he was running straight backtothem.
“Here,” he confirmed. “Tonight, tomorrow. I don’t care. Callie won’t want her family involved; I don’t want mine anywhere near her, or you. What about yours?”
“No one worth asking,” was the flat answer. “Fuck, get it done. We know what we want. You consider the people here family more than your blood relatives.”
