Epilogue

Caleb

A Month Later

Somehow getting a blowjob on a boat is better than anywhere else. There’s a sort of erotic freedom to it—breathing in the fresh sea air while baking in the sun on the top deck and having a warm mouth wrapped around your cock.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

Well, thus far, it’s my only vacation ever. But Elias has promised to change that, and I believe him. I’d say I can’t wait, but I can. I no longer have this beating urge inside of me to move quicker, clawing at any opportunity to reach my goals. Elias gives me that, the ability to bask in the present while thinking fondly of the future.

There’s no stress about dying before I ever leave Texas, there’s hardly stress about anything at all. All thanks to this man.

“Daddy,” I whimper, knowing how much he likes me when I’m desperate. “Please stop teasing me.” I stick out my bottom lip, pouting while his eyes flare with heat.

He’s been taking his sweet time with me today, lavishing my cock with long and slow strokes of his tongue, suckling on the head in short spurts. It has been deliciously tortuous, but I’m running out of strength. I need to come.

Moving my hips as much as he’ll let me, I thrust into his mouth to get more pressure. He’s pinning me down by my thighs to give himself control over the pace so there isn’t much I can do aside from beg.

“Greedy,” he chastises but sucks me into the back of his mouth and fucking swallows as soon as the words leave him. His throat constricts around me and it’s enough to push me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I grab his head, crying out with a cracked groan, emptying my balls into his tight little mouth. He drinks down every goddamn drop, slurping me clean when the waves of pleasure subside.

“Goddamn,” I moan, letting out a pant. “Remind me to fall asleep on the deck again.”

Being woken up by lips around your cock is an experience every man should have at least once. It’s fucking magical.

Although, every minute with Elias has pretty much been the same. Beyond incredible and impossible to describe with only a few words. So maybe it’s just my man that’s truly magical.

Moving off of the ranch was sudden for my parents, so it was a bit of a scene, but with Elias’ support, I didn’t allow them to hold me back again. I took the leap and he was there to catch me if I fell, never taking his eyes off of me.

We moved into Elias’ main home—a mansion he shares half of with Erin and Abel. I was nervous about moving into a new place not just with Elias but with two other people. But like he assured me it would be, it was amazing from the start.

There is endless space for privacy and the boundaries they all had set in place made sure nothing was too overwhelming. Our houses may be connected under one roof, but they truly are two different spaces. Erin and Abel have their own kitchen, living room, so on and so forth, and if they want to visit our side of the place, they always communicate that. No one drops in unannounced and it’s honestly the most mutually respectful dynamic I’ve seen between siblings before.

We have weekend dinners planned for when we’re home next, one of which Elias’ parents are coming to meet me at. They wanted to meet me as soon as I moved in, but my boyfriend made them give us some space first. After all, we were leaving for this trip only three weeks after moving in.

And now that we’ve been exploring The Philippines for a week, I still can’t wrap my head around how happy I am. This is the life that I’ve been dreaming about, only better. In this life, I’m not just exploring the world, I’m doing it with a man I adore. A man that I love.

I’m about to tell him, too. I have a feeling that he’s been holding those three little words back, waiting for me to be ready and I am. More than. I can’t wait to tell him that I love him for the rest of our lives. Because that’s exactly how I plan to spend every single moment from here on out, loving Elias Masondo.

What might be too fast and too soon for some people, is just right for us.

Passing me a glass of water filled with lemon-lime ice, Elias drops a kiss to the top of my head before sitting down next to me. “You look so fucking good on my boat.”

I grin, taking a sip. “Just on your boat?”

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my head, the side of it this time. “Nah, you look good everywhere, baby. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Probably a good thing since I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm,” he rumbles happily. “I’m stuck with you, am I?”

“Yeah,” I agree. “I could never be the kind of guy who lets someone go when he’s in love.”

Elias freezes immediately. “Really?”

He sounds positively giddy in his disbelief.

“Really.”

Teeth sinking into his bottom lip, he asks, “Can you say it again?”

“I’m in love with you,” I repeat, words strong and meaningful.

“I’m so fucking in love with you too,” he replies, grabbing my face to smack a hard kiss to my lips.

“So.”

Kiss.

“Fucking.”

Kiss.

“In love.”

Kiss.

“With you.”

Kiss.

I’m breathless as our mouths part.

“Tell me again?”

Elias smirks, white teeth flashing, vowing, “Over and over again, cowboy.”

And he keeps that promise.