“Open the door,” came the calmly spoken request.

“Did you find anything yet?” Matt absently asked as he swiped through the image gallery of all the work that he’d done over the past few years, hoping to find something to appease his cousin just in case the pain in the ass couldn’t find anything decent in the storage room.

“No, no, I didn’t,” came the reply as Jen tried the door and-

“Okay, so I’m gonna count to ten and if you don’t open the door and let me out then I’m going to be forced to hurt you,” the pain in the ass that he was really hoping would take the hint and stop bugging him.

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“Yeah, no, that’s not happening,” Jen said with a slow shake of her head as she glanced from the man who had clearly lost his mind to the pitch-black storage room behind her and…

Yeah, this wasn’t going to happen.

“It was your idea,” Matt pointed out as he gestured with the jelly donut that he’d helped himself to for her to move her ass in get in there.

“Which means that I’ve done my part,” she explained with a shrug as she plucked the donut out of his hand and took a bite as she gestured for him to go for it.

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“I really hate them,” Matt mumbled only to groan seconds later when the sounds of his brother groaning his wife’s name became louder and he was forced to pull a pillow over his head and-

“God, you feel so fucking good!”

-decided that he didn’t need sleep after all.

Only a few more weeks, Matt reminded himself as he got up, tripped over his pants before grabbing them off the floor and pulling them on. That was followed by grabbing a shirt off one of the piles of dirty clothes covering his floor, pulling it on, tripping over his boots, and-

“Harder!”

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