Glitch (Next Level Book 1)
Glitch: Epilogue

“Fuck… me… harder… harder!” I hold on for dear life as Glitch rails me in the back room of his shop. The Computer Cave doesn’t open for another three hours, giving us plenty of time to set up.

This past year has been a whirlwind of excitement.

I moved in with Glitch the night he asked. Three months later, he surprised me with a house that has a small building out back that’s my new amazing art studio. The ribbon cutting ceremony for one of the murals I painted—in Beetle’s elementary school, by the way—made headlines in the local paper, which caught the attention of some big wigs, and I’ve been working on steady commission pieces ever since.

I also have gallery space. Yup. You heard me right. Turns out Carson wasn’t such a huge dick after all. He only ever acted obnoxious to get a rise out of Glitch, so he’d open up and talk to me. Dipshit thought pissing Glitch off would mean he’d stick up for me or say something to shut Carson up on my behalf. Apparently, me always trash talking back was not in Carson’s plan. And the guy is connected as fuck. He asked one night while we were all playing Titan Fall if I wanted him to pass my portfolio around. I said yes—because I’m all about expanding my opportunities and getting my art out there—and now I’ve got my own space.

It’s insane.

“Gonna fill you with my cum, Kitty.” Glitch is in rare form this morning. I made him watch me get off in the shower without participating. Then I made him watch me play with my lipstick vibrator while he drove us to the Computer Cave. It took him five seconds to unlock the door, punch the security code, and carry me back here to fuck me.

He roars with his climax and pours himself into my body.

“Can’t believe you made me wait to get inside to fuck you, Ara.”

I laugh. “That’s payback.”

Last week, Glitch made me wear a bullet for a day and he had the power to control the settings with his phone. I nearly passed out in the middle of my morning walk. Then I fell on my knees in the grocery store, right in the frozen food aisle. I could have killed him. Would have had I not been completely blissed out by the time he made it home from work.

He’s always experimenting with new tricks and toys. My man is a dirty mouthed, sexy, smart unicorn demon and I’m so damn happy he’s mine.

“Glitch,” I groan when he goes down on me. My body is hypersensitive all the time. He keeps my fires lit and never says no to me. I’m pretty sure he’s a sex god sent to wreak havoc on my soul. “Oh my fuuuuck.” My thighs clamp down around his ears as I come.

“Again.” His growl and big dick make me wild. I come so fast a second time, it’s hardly fair. “Too quick, Kitty. Again.” He makes me hold out this time. Makes the sensations build until I’m begging for release.

Did I mention I suspect he’s a sex god? I think so, but… my head’s so fucking fuzzy right now.

He pulls out and I slide to my knees, taking him in my mouth to suck him off while I rub my clit. We come at the same time. We’re getting great at the timing. I use my teeth and scrape them up his length before licking the rim of his dick and lapping up all his pleasure so I don’t waste a drop.

“You’re going to kill me one day, I swear it.”

He might be right. “You’ll die happy, so don’t worry about it.”

Glitch grabs me by the back of my head and kisses me so hard he steals my breath. We’re getting married in a month. He’s been hellbent on putting a baby in me. I’m excited at the idea of having a little Glitchy Ara running around, but I don’t mind if it takes a while to get pregnant. I’m having too much fun being us right now. If it happens, great. If not, also great. Besides, Beetle keeps us busy. For now, we’re practicing and having fun.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” I say, out of breath. Grabbing my shorts from the floor, I slip them back on and wobble.

“You love it. Don’t lie.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t love it. I just can’t believe you talked me into it.”

“You being Beetle’s aunt is like his biggest flex.” Glitch buttons his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He has bright paint splotches tattooed on his inner thigh that are still healing.

“I’m not a flex.”

“Yeah, you are.” He slaps my ass. “And he’s proud of you. Let him show his friends how cool you are.”

“Ugh.” I bite my lip and fix my hair. “What if they think it’s losery?”

“Is that even a word?”

“It is now.”

“It’s not losery. Honestly, I think it’s great. One more way to give back to the community, right?”

Speaking of that. I donated half my commission from the elementary school project to the local Grief Center that helps families who’ve lost loved ones. Erin said it helped her and Glitch when their parents died, so I wanted to show support however I could. Glitch, unbeknownst to Erin, has been donating to them since he graduated high school.

I want to donate to a sexual abuse charity next.

Jason’s in jail, by the way, and will be for a long time. Good fucking riddance.

I’m making a list of all the organizations I want to donate to, because it’s nice to give back to the community. It’s even better than I’m starting to earn enough money to do it. Which brings me to these art classes I’m teaching at the Computer Cave.

They’re free to whoever wants to take them. I plan to come in twice a week for two hours after school lets out during the school year. We haven’t figured out a summer schedule yet. Maybe I’ll put together an art camp or something.

“What if they don’t want to draw anime?”

Glitch lifts his eyebrow. “You’re testing me, Kitty.”

I also fucked with all the dishes in the dishwasher last night. He’ll spank me when he discovers the bowls on are on the bottom rack and all his precious forks are… wait for it… tines down.

I can’t wait.

Glitch heads to the main part of the shop and starts scooting tables together. I’m worried. What if this idea flops? Kids are judgy as shit and mean. I swear I don’t know how my mother loved being a teacher. Kids can be tough.

What if Beetle is disappointed? What if he invites all his friends and they don’t show? He’s only just stopped being bullied. What if it starts it back up?

I grab Glitch’s waist—a silent signal that lets him know I need reassurance.

He cups my chin. “You’ve got this.”

But do I?

Two hours later, he opens the door and an hour after that, Beetle comes in. He drops his bookbag on the floor against the wall and runs to the chair he prefers.

Two more kids come in shortly after. Then another four.

Six.

Two more after that.

Fifteen kids total show up for the first lesson.

“Soccer lets out soon,” a girl says. “I think the team’s all coming. That’s what my mom told me.”

I gawk at Glitch. “We need more chairs.”

“I’m on it.” He gets busy and before I can grasp the situation, the Computer Cave is crammed with kids of varying grade levels. Many know Glitch already, but none of them have met me yet.

“Gentleman, this is Ara. Treat her with respect or you’re out.”

They don’t even try to make a joke about it. Then again, Glitch has a reputation for teaching kids how to show respect.

I blow out a big breath and glance at Glitch, who’s standing by the counter. He winks, and I roll my shoulders back. “Soooo, let’s get started.”

It’s the most fun two hours in a room packed with kids I’ve ever had.

When it’s over and the last kid leaves, I feel so alive, I’m vibrating. “That was fun and exhausting.”

Glitch kisses the side of my neck. “You did amazing.”

Every day we’ll pull a character name out of a box, and I’ll teach them how to draw it. Then I’ll go over the basics of self-portraits, color balance, and the use of negative space. This first lesson was simple and fun and I’m so happy they enjoyed it.

“It gets easier.” Glitch folds up the extra chairs and puts them away. “When I first started letting kids come here after school, it was mayhem. I panic bought a bunch of board games because I didn’t have consoles for everyone to be on an Xbox at the same time and shit. So I busied them with other activities, got them into different conversations. They started treating this place like a second home. Talked around the tables while they played together. Did their homework and helped each other study.”

I’d noticed they put all their trash away and pushed their chairs in before they left too. Glitch is a great role model.

I gather my art supplies. “Did you see their faces tonight when they held up their artwork to show each other?”

“Yeah, I did. They were proud of themselves. You gave them confidence, Ara. That’s no small feat.”

Art does that. Glitch does too.

“I love you,” I say, dragging him in for a kiss.

He bites my lip playfully. “Thank you, Kitty. You’ve made me the happiest motherfucker on the planet.”

“Just the planet?”

“Galaxy.”

“Too late. You blew it.”

“Universe.”

“Too late!” I smack his arm.

He grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. My big ass engagement ring could chip his tooth. “How do I ever make it up to you?”

I glance down at his hard-on. He’s unbelievably insatiable… just like me. “I’m pretty sure my imagination can conjure up an idea or two.” Or ten.

“You do have a very dirty mind.”

“And you have one hell of a dirty mouth.”

“Speaking of which…” Glitch hands me a pair of Bluetooth cat ear headphones. “I have a new one for you to listen to while we drive home.” He places them over my ears and winks before pulling his phone out and hitting play.

My pussy swells the instant I hear his deep, dirty voice growl in my ear. “Heyyyyy, Kitty.”