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not much,” he starts, but I cut him off with a hard, fervent kiss.

“It’s exactly what I always wanted,” I assure him, my smile so big that my cheeks ache with it. “Can I put it on?”

“No.”

My face falls right before hardening up into a scowl. “Why not?”

He gives me a tense look. “You haven’t actually given me an answer.”

Shit. Shit. Marry Heston Wilcox and all the baggage that comes with it?

Well, he’ll have to carry mine, too.

“Yes!” I cry, grabbing his face for another tear-stained kiss. “Absolutely yes!”

He snorts, but I can feel the stiffness falling from his body, see the flash of relief in his eyes. “Then I guess you can put it on.”

I have the ring on my finger before he even finishes his sentence, carefully setting the box aside before straddling his lap. I kiss the smirk from his lips, rocking against him, so eager to take him inside my body that I end up riding him right there on the kitchen floor.

It’s just as amazing as it always is, feeling his hands on my hips, his mouth trailing over my neck. It’s not the first time we’ve made love in the kitchen to the smell of something burning. But it’s the first time I’ve been able to look down into his hooded eyes and know that we both want this to last forever.

For better or for worse.

Devils in the flesh.

Afterword

Readers,

Thank you so much for following us on this journey with the Boys of Preston Prep. What started out as a standalone novel about a terrible jerk named Hamilton Bates, opened up a whole world of tragic sad bois, traumatic romance, angst fueled sex, and happily ever afters.

Hamilton Bates made us accept the thin line between love and hate. Reynolds McAllister taught us that everyone deserves a second chance. Sebastian Wilcox showed us that sometimes under the bruises and impulsive decisions there’s just a guy who needs a girl and a box full of kittens. And Heston…well, he pushed our limits. All of them.

For the time, Preston Prep is wrapped up and we are focused on the Royal’s series. We aren’t totally finished with these characters though, so keep an eye out for special outtakes in the next couple of months.

Your support has been amazing and gave us the courage to up our game with The Lords. For those of you that haven’t read book 1, the first chapter is below. For everyone else, make sure you join us in Angel’s Antics, our facebook group where we talk about everything from books to kittens.

Thanks!!

Angel & Sam

Lord of Pain: Royals of Forsyth U (Teaser)

Story

Gnawing at my fingernail, I ask, “What about this one?”

Mary frowns through my screen. “Not enough tits, sis.”

“Seriously?” I look down at my cleavage. I won’t pretend like I’ve got the biggest tits in the world, but I’m not totally flat, either. Things might be a lot easier for me if I were. “I’m completely hanging out.”

“Pfft,” she says. “Show some nipple or something, Story. The Daddies cream themselves over a hint of nipple.” I tug at the top of my tank and rub my thumb over my nipple. It hardens. Mary, who I’m talking to over video chat, gives me a thumbs up. “Perfect.”

“What should I ask for?” I snap a few test pictures, trying to look sexy and far happier than I feel. “I keep getting gift cards to Starbucks, but I have to sell them to get the cash.”

“Then start going for straight cash,” she says, smacking on a stick of gum. “He’s obviously on the line.”

I didn’t mean to get into being a Sugar Baby, but after posting a photo of myself on the beach in my bikini over spring break, the requests kept coming in on my ChattySnap account. I was curious at the time, but not enough to really follow through with anything.

Not until things got bad enough.

Three months later and I’ve got quite a following. Apparently, virgins aren’t a social embarrassment in the world of Sugar Daddies the way it is at my high school.

“Five bucks for a tank without a bra,” Mary lists off, “ten for full cleavage with a little nipple. Twenty for topless, but I think if you change into the pale pink tank, you’ll get more money.”

I do the math. If I send out five topless pics, that’s a quick hundred bucks. That’s a bus ticket and a meal. It’s not enough to really set me up for The Plan, but it’s a