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505 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 13, 2025
Gem touched him so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world to get close to him, and Rusty wasn’t sure what to do with it.
“I don’t want to inspire your fantasies, Gem!”
“Then don’t send me sexy pictures!”
Gem was like the sun, and after so long living in shadow, Rusty had forgotten what it felt like to bask in the light.
“I guess I stopped believing in magic a long time ago,” he finally said, soft as a secret. Gem reached up and dragged his knuckle along Rusty’s furry jaw. “I’ll help you remember how, if you want.”
He’d already fallen, hadn’t he? Tripped head over ass before Rusty had even kissed him for the first time.
He was allowed to be happy; he was allowed to have beautiful things. And by gods, if this wasn’t the most beautiful thing of all. ❤︎
😅🤣■ “If I ever went to jail, I’d create a harem of beefy guys to protect me,” Gem said as he slid several drinks over the counter to waiting customers. “They’d be my security bitches, and I’d reward them.” He waggled his eyebrows at Rusty as he added, “Generously.”
Oliver laughed as Rusty rolled his eyes, and Toni paused in the kitchen doorway, holding the swinging doors open as he gave Gem a proud onceover. “Gemmy, if anyone could reign as queen in prison, it’d be you.”
Gem preened. “You’re godsdamned right. My rule would be firm but fair, and I’d petition the prison execs for cuter uniforms because orange is not my color.”
“I’d feel safer in prison if you were in charge,” Oliver said sincerely, and Gem pressed two hands to his chest.
“Aw, Ollie. That’s so sweet. I’d make you my favorite bitch.”
Chest swelling, Oliver shot Rusty a smug grin. “Hear that? I’d be Gem’s favorite.”
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With a snort, Rusty shook his head and folded a new bakery box. “How about we just avoid prison all together?”
“He’s so jealous,” Gem whispered loudly in Oliver’s ear.
“So jealous,” Oliver agreed, mouth twitching with the need to smile. A growl rumbled in Rusty’s chest, making both Gem and Oliver laugh, but their conversation was derailed as another wave of customers flowed into the cafe. Even though Rusty was scowling, the amused sway to his tail gave him away, and it filled Gem’s belly with crackling warmth as he returned to his spot behind the espresso machine.
🥹 🫠■ “Maybe different would have been better,” Rusty admitted.
“But then we’d be different,” Gem said, framing Rusty’s face in his top hands as he smiled so fondly at him. “And I happen to like you exactly as you are.”
“Oh for deities’ sake!” Gem sniffed as he sat back up. “You’re being so dramatic right now.”
“I can still feel it,” Rusty coughed out between bouts of vomit. “It’s the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Are you seriously throwing up because my dick was in your general vicinity?” Gem accused, and Rusty angled his head just enough to glare at the Araknis with one eye.
“I’m throwing up because I’ve never been this hungover in my life and because your dick was in my general vicinity.”
Somehow, Gem had the audacity to pout. “That is shockingly hurtful, even coming from you.”
“Honey, I only choke when I want to.” Gem flipped his hair obnoxiously. “But it’s adorable that you think I still have a gag reflex.”
On the threshold of the bathroom, Rusty paused, whiskers twitching madly before something naughty gleamed in his eyes, and he smirked. “Finally something we have in common.”
Gem’s jaw dropped as Rusty swung the door shut between them. “Ahhh, Rusty! You just made a sex joke. I’m so proud of you.”
The only response Gem received was a husky chuckle.
With a huff, Rusty scratched behind his ear and grimaced. “I’ve heard you say that before, but it sounds like you’re reciting something other people have told you, not something that’s real. Because what does that actually mean? What are you a lot of, exactly?”
For a moment, Gem was speechless, which was not something he was accustomed to. “I don’t know. I think it’s, like, I’m generally a lot. I overwhelm and annoy people, maybe? Or like, I’m too intense or just too much for people.”
“Then they’re not your people,” Rusty said simply. “You’re a lot of you, sure. But no one can be too much of themselves. Like you’re just you, and that should be okay.”
“I don’t know how to do this,” Rusty admitted, and Gem’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
The look the Araknis gave him was full of adoration as he said, “Everything.”
“I’m scared,” Rusty confessed.
“Me too,” Gem agreed.