Epilogue

EPILOGUE

JOEY

Three months later.

I wish we could get married like this. I can't help but think as I ride my man's cock. Weddings are meant to be special and about showing each other that you're in love. So surely sex is the best idea. We could climax as we are pronounced husbands.

"I know that look. We are not getting married while I'm balls deep in you," Echo says, punctuating each word with a thrust. I probably shouldn't have told him my idea until I had it finalized.

"But this is my happy place," I moan as he moves his hips and tags my prostate. Fuck, this will not last long. It never does when he hits my P spot.

"Gonna cum soon. Fill you right up, fiancé," Echo growls out.

His words push me over the edge, and I cover his chest with my cum. A grunt moments later and Echo unloads inside of me.

I collapse on to his chest. "I still think it would be fun to get married having sex."

"I'm only into voyeurism in books, baby."

That is a good point.

"We will get married one day though, won't we?" I look up and his soulful honey lock onto mine.

"We're going to get married as soon as we graduate. Then, I will build us a house and you can fill it with throw pillows and puppies." He presses a kiss on my forehead.

"I love our life," I tell him.

And I really do.

My dad is dealing with the Red Devils. I don't know what went down because I'm a Gargoyle now, but I know they leave us alone.

Us.

Being a Gargoyle is a trip. It was Dad's idea. He knew that I was happier here. And it's not like he lives far away. We have him and Dolly over for dinner all the time.

I fucking love being somewhere I belong. There is something so refreshing and wholesome, being surrounded by queer people.

And that is anywhere Echo is.

He is my home.

The End.