Chapter Thirty-Eight

Blake

After the food fight, and Killian calling in a company to do a deep cleaning to appease Tommy’s mother, we all showered and changed into clean clothes. Now the band was all sitting on my front porch before Maverick and Jackson left for their month-long honeymoon to Hawaii. Mulligan had never played there before, and it was always one of the places Mav wanted to visit, so Jax made it happen. Because of course he did. He would do anything for Maverick.

“I’m going to spam you guys with so many pictures,” Maverick warned as he adjusted the crown on his head. I was starting to think that thing was a permanent fixture.

Killian grunted. “That’s not necessary. Please don’t.”

“You don’t want to see how happy I am? How I’m madly in love with my husband?” Maverick asked before he broke into a fit of giggles again.

Killian grabbed the grown from his head and shoved it into his dark curls. “Nope.”

“Give that back.” Maverick pouted.

“Nah, I think it fits me better. I’m the king, after all.” Killian grinned before he yanked Maverick into a hug. “I hope you know how happy I am for you.”

Maverick’s arms wrapped around our singer’s waist. “Th...Thank you, Kill. I—”

“You don’t have to do that anymore.” He placed the crown back into Maverick’s white hair. “Those were messed up times for both of us. Matthias forgave you, and that means we’re cool in my book.”

“You’re a good friend.” Maverick swiped a few tears from his cheeks before he looked at me and Dean. “I’m lucky that I have all three of you. My friends and brothers.”

My own vision blurred. “We should take another picture,” I suggested.

“I like that idea.” Dean nodded.

“Come on, assholes.” Killian motioned for us to get closer.

Maverick let out that laugh again as he wrapped an arm around me. “Who’s taking this?” he asked when we all stood there waiting.

“We’re such idiots.” Dean barked out a laugh before he held up his phone. “I’m going to put this on my Insta and tag everyone.”

Killian groaned. “Please don’t.” But the smile that tugged at his lips told me he wasn’t against it. In fact, after Dean had taken numerous pictures of us huddled together on my porch, he insisted he post one right now. So that the world could see how happy the members of Mulligan were.

“Thought you hated us.” I knocked his hip with mine.

“I do. Can’t stand you.” Killian knocked me back with a force that made me stumble. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to do that.”

I nodded. “It’s fine, you’re the Hulk. I get it.”

“You and Tom are good?” Killian’s face grew serious. When I nodded, he folded his arms across his broad chest. “Do I need to warn him what will happen if he fucks up again? I’m a scary guy, Blake. I have no problem helping you out.”

My shoulders shook as I tried to suppress a laugh. “Sure, you are.” I patted his shoulder, but when he continued to glare at me, I realized he wasn’t joking.

“You saved my life. I won’t forget that, and if I have to crack some skulls to prove how much that means to me, I’ll do it. Just say the word.” Killian smacked his fist into his open palm.

“I appreciate that, but there will be no skull cracking,” I assured him as I caught sight of Tommy and Jackson headed our way. Behind them were Matthias and Beau, who were laughing and talking like they were old friends.

Maverick shoved away from his brother at the sight of his husband. “Mouth, please.” He turned his face up for Jackson to drop a kiss against his lips. When he tried to pull away, Maverick grabbed his shirt and kept him there, stepping up onto his toes to prolong the kiss.

“Babe, I missed you.” Killian’s baby blues softened as Matthias slipped his arm through his.

But it was the tall, handsome man with the chocolate-colored eyes and auburn hair that had all of my attention. Tommy cupped my head between his big hands and rubbed his nose over mine, causing my insides to melt.

“Hey, Bug,” he murmured.

I leaned into him as Tommy’s lips found mine, everyone around me completely forgotten. The feel of his tongue as it rubbed against mine, the way he angled my face just, and the soft beat of my heart as it thumped wildly against my chest was everything. Until everyone’s phone started buzzing with notification.

“It’s the picture,” Dean announced. He was sitting on Beau’s lap on the wooden bench on the porch. “Everyone’s commenting and liking it.” He grinned happily when Beau nuzzled his face into his neck.

I slipped my phone from my pocket. The comments and love that everyone was giving us had my heart in my throat. They were all so positive and heartwarming.

“My favorite band!”

“Congratulations on your wedding, Maverick!”

“Come tour in Canada. I need to see you.”

“You guys look so happy.”

“We want wedding pictures.”

“Dean, your hair looks amazing.”

It was a great picture, the four of us smiling like idiots for the camera. The blush on Maverick’s cheeks as he held his crown, the giant smile on Dean’s face as Killian tugged on his ponytail, the sparkle in my eyes, and the happiness that radiated from Killian. Like the four of us were finally living the lives we wanted.

“Look at that,” Tommy whispered. “The four of you are friends again.”

I nodded. “Yeah, we are.”

“Best fucking friends,” Killian announced. “These three assholes have seen me at my best and at my worst. They could have kicked me out of the band, but instead they let my grumpy ass stick around for some reason.” He raised his chin. “I love you, dickheads.”

Maverick clapped his hands together. “Well, good, because I love you, too, jerk.” He hollered with laughter when Jax hoisted him up onto his hip. “I mean, not as much as my husband, but you get the idea.”

“Mm, that’s what I like to hear, Mavs.” Jackson winked.

Dean coughed loudly. “Yeah, so, I wanted to say thanks to all of you. For accepting me.” He held up a hand when Killian growled. “I’m still trying to figure out my sexuality. I mean, I definitely like Beau’s dick, so I know I’m not straight.” A flush appeared over his neck and cheeks. “I’m glad I didn’t listen when Jax told me to stay away from you.”

Beau snorted. “You and me both, Pink.”

“We love you no matter what, Dean,” I assured him. “We want you to be happy, and if Beau and his dick do that, well, that’s all that matters.”

“Please stop talking about Beau’s dick,” Killian grumbled.

Matthias pinched his side. “You like dick, too.”

“Correction, I like your dick.” Killian wiggled his brows.

I shook my head. “Let’s stop talking about everyone’s dicks.”

“You don’t want to talk about mine?” Tommy whispered, his lips against my ear. “How good it feels inside of you? The way I stretch you and make you burst into pieces?”

My own dick twitched in my pants. “Stop,” I hissed, only for Tommy to moan quietly so only I could hear.

“We should go, sweetheart. Our flight lives in three hours.” Jackson helped Maverick down onto his feet. “Thank all of you for everything this week. Being in our wedding and sharing our special day.”

Maverick laced their fingers together. “You guys really are my best friends, and I appreciate you so much. I’m so glad you still like me.”

“Mav.” Dean hurried over to hug his brother, their soft laughs and murmurs filling the air.

Tommy untangled himself from me to go clap Jackson on the back before engulfing him in his arms. I was going to miss all of this when everyone went home. My bandmates, and their boyfriends. I knew I would see them again, but we were all going in different directions now. Mav was going to be a dad, Killian was going to finish that recording studio in his house, Dean would probably move to Boston to be closer to Beau.

“I have an idea,” I announced suddenly. “When Mav and Jax are back from their honeymoon, before hockey season starts up again, we should all come back here to Canfield. I mean, I’m not leaving now that I have Tommy again, but you all could come back. We could have a little party or whatever. We could have bonfires, s’mores, whatever you want. You can all stay here with us.”

Killian nodded. “I like that idea.”

“Me, too.” Dean was back in Beau’s lap again, his arm around his neck. “It’s not that far from Boston.” He blushed again. “I guess everyone knows I’m moving in with you.”

Beau chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I want the world to know.”

“We’ll be there,” Maverick assured me, and then he rushed over to hug me. He wasn’t a large man, but his strength was always surprising. “Love you, Blakey.”

I grinned. “Love you, too, Mav.”

Then the entire band was hugging again, laughing, and talking above one another, trying to be heard. We might never tour again, but I knew that Mulligan Downtown wasn’t going anywhere. We were stronger than ever. We could record music, do live streams for the fans, and continue to live our lives happily.

I had my bandmates back. I had Tommy again.

My heart was overflowing with contentment.