Hunted Season Three – Dark MMF Age-Gap Read Online Xavier Neal

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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“An oldie but goodie like you,” sassily leaves me resulting in an unsuspecting kiss to the back of my hand.

The melody effortlessly summons others from their seats to join us in the special moment, and we smile in unison.

Post – while still solo – doesn’t let it stop him from snapping and shuffling near the edge of the space beside the Cotterells, clearly a fan of the song.

His injury healed without complication, and gratefully, he – along with everyone else in town – stuck to the story concocted regarding the series of events that unfolded on his watch.

Getting the case to be declared open and shut didn’t require much from anyone due to him.

Hell, even labeling the fire to be a space heater fiasco rather than arson was easy courtesy of his string pulling.

Between proper paperwork and proper compensation, we were gifted a true, new beginning.

And Post?

He received a few upgrades to the department to guarantee he can continue to serve the community at his best.

Pretty sure his dedication to keeping the town safe is the reason he’s still single.

We can put that level of devotion on the reasons why I’m happy to be raising our family where he’s the sheriff spreadsheet.

Gently swinging my hips from side to side to the same rhythm Mutt and Kid are blissfully bouncing their shoulders gets me grinning wider.

Giggling.

Glancing around at the others in the crowd casually enjoying the classic tune.

Like Posie and Paolo – who hasn’t proposed quite yet – Braxton and Val serenade each other from a close embrace, revealing that while they may have come here dateless, they may not be leaving that way.

“Watch this,” Nolan commands and slips out of my hold to unexpectedly execute a smooth slide on a crooning note.

Warmer laughs escape us both; however, it’s Kid who teases, “Save something for us later, Sir.”

“You like that shit?” He jovially pokes back. “How about this?” Our husband’s hand lands on his heart as he tips his head back to loudly sing the words towards the sky.

“Sí,” Demián compliments dancing in a similar fashion beside Eva. “Cántala, muchacho mío.” Pointed fingers on each hand are extended up towards the sky. “Sing it.”

“Ohhhhh, I like those moves,” Kid calls out before joining them in the motions.

“You look good doin’ ‘em,” Mutt warmly praises, “unlike Garcia over there.”

“Fuck you, Ace,” chuckles his other best friend who is clutching the hand of the random woman he brought as his date.

Yeah.

That was unexpected.

For Zero too considering he bailed before the cake was even cut.

I don’t entirely understand their situation, but I don’t think they do either.

I hope they figure it out though.

Everyone deserves love.

Happiness.

And everything else our man Al here sings about.

Epilogue

A few months after the wedding…

Kipp

“I can’t believe you’re really doing this,” our pregnant wife gushes at the same time she grabs another pinch of fresh grated mozzarella from the bowl Nolan is currently collecting it in.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna eat the whole fuckin’ block of cheese before it makes it into the dish,” our husband unhappily huffs.

“Don’t food shame me, Mutt,” Bunny sasses on another bite, “or you won’t be getting any type of dessert after dinner.”

“Or cheese in my pasta,” he lightly laughs before moving the bowl a couple inches over.

“I wanted our first official meal in our new home to be special,” I announce while pouring the lasagna noodles into the strainer currently occupying our sink.

Like our minivan, this house took forever to perfect.

And also like our minivan, it’s fucking perfect.

We’re talkin’ top of the line model perfect.

Bugatti meets Rolls Royce shit.

Nolan decided a modern, industrial mesh for us was the best call, and he was right.

How he managed to capture the feeling of being in the garage yet at home with just enough built from the ground up touches is remarkable.

We picked out all the important pieces together – bathroom shit, kitchen shit, lights, ect – Bunny did most of the actual decorating for everywhere except the nursey.

She let us have that to ourselves.

On the undercarriage?

I think she didn’t wanna have to battle the car theme we already had in mind.

Probably didn’t help that most of our little man’s gifts from his baby shower – that Val, Eva, and Posie hosted together at her place here in town – were all car-themed.

But it’s our little guy.

Of course, he’s gonna be introduced into the world of cars from birth.

Erm.

From before birth.

Bunny lets me put headphones on her stomach daily to play him classical music.

I just also happen to occasionally slip in some gear shifting noises too.

He likes them.

I think.

He always kicks more during them.

It’s a weird fucking feeling.

I like it though.

Like feeling the rumble of a roided up engine.

“What can I do?” she politely inquires during my shaking to ensure all the noodles are loose.

“You can stop eatin’ the fuckin’ cheese for one,” Nolan grumps prior to moving the bowl again. “I didn’t buy extra.”



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