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by Mighty Men


  Bracing for death, the admiral said, “You can kill me. It won’t change you or who you are or what you’ve caused.”

  “I didn’t cause this,” Donovan said, his anger thicker than the blood found in many killers’ veins. “You and your own perverse need to fix your son while ignoring the hypocrisy in your own life orchestrated his death. For that, you deserve to die right beside him.”

  Nate flinched, witnessing the quick slice delivered, the sliver of the knife crossing flesh, the one jagged edge placed against the jugular vein in order to finish the job.

  Nate turned and walked away without watching for the signs of bloodshed. He’d seen enough. He caused enough. There was more to life than delivering death. As he walked down the steps into the white sand, he decided then it was time to start living and damn sure time to start loving.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Nate and Donovan walked inside the cool mansion. The breeze flowing through the open foyer smelled of salt water, and Nate stopped when his nostrils flared.

  He remembered the smell of sea water. He often stood and stared at the South Pacific and wished for a brighter day, an opportunity to taste the future. Now, he could sip on freedom and indulge in what the future offered.

  Colby appeared at the top of the grand staircase. “If you two aren’t a sight to savor all night long.”

  Nate’s tongue went to his upper lip. “Damn, I hope so.”

  Colby started down the steps. “Have trouble finding the place?”

  Donovan shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said, grinning. “Did we?”

  Nate winked. “We managed.”

  Catching on, Colby embraced Nate and then pulled Donovan in for a sensual kiss. Breaking away, he said, “That’s about what I thought. You taste like Nate.”

  “What?” Donovan said. “You think I wanted to ride all the way from LA to Malibu without anything to do?”

  “I’ll give you something to do,” Colby promised, taking his hand and placing it on his belt.

  Nate grinned. “Considering I’ve been fighting traffic, if anyone deserves a good romp, I think I should reap the rewards.”

  “You’ve been serviced,” Donovan reminded. “Now it’s time to serve.”

  “Good God, boy,” Nate drawled. “Don’t you think I’ve done enough for my fellow man?”

  Colby took his hand and then grabbed Donovan’s forearm, guiding them both into the large open family room. “I think it’s time we earn our just reward for years of servitude.”

  “What do you say we make the most of this place, then,” Nate suggested. “I figure for every year all of us combined gave to the ISO, we deserve at least that many years of solace.”

  “Solace, hell,” Colby said. “I’m looking for nothing more than erotic pleasure after what we survived.”

  Donovan’s expression changed, and Nate noticed. “Come here, sweetheart,” he said, wrapping his arms around Donovan's waist.

  Colby looped his arms around him, too. “We have all the time in the world to make up for lost time.”

  “And lost loves?” Donovan asked.

  “We’ll remember Darby,” Nate promised. “But we’re also going to hold tight to what we have now.”

  “And what do we have?” Donovan asked.

  “Colby?” Nate turned, and Colby left the room, retrieved some legal documents and returned with proof of the commitment they already discussed.

  Nate said, “Donovan, if you’ll have us, Colby and I want you to move in here with us. We want to take care of you, and...” he reached for him and patted his bottom, “we’d love to have you take care of us, if you’re willing.”

  Donovan closed his eyes and sighed. “Damnation, I thought you weren’t going to ask.”

  Nate chuckled, and Colby handed Donovan the papers. “You’re part owner in this estate, so you might as well reap the benefits.”

  “And what are the benefits?”

  Nate released his zipper and grinned. “You really have to ask?”

  Donovan shook his head. “No, but I may want you to show me several times a day.”

  “That makes two of us,” Colby chimed in.

  “Well, then,” Nate said, more relaxed than he’d ever been. “I think we’ve finally found a place we can all call home.”

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Addison Avery is the author of various works of erotic fiction.

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