Epilogue

Ryeson

Four Years Later

“ The Gators have won the coin toss,” the ref announces. “Their decision is to give the starting ball to the visiting team.” I look to Baylor, and he gives me a wink. It’s a smart choice on their part. “Gators will start at the top of the third quarter. Let the game begin.”

The whistle is blown, and we say our chant and break huddle. I turn to head to my position, Baylor flanked at my side. “Just remember we have a bet, Ryes.”

My dick tightens inside my cup. “I haven’t forgotten,” I grit the words. After two months of going without, I’m barely holding on by a thread. I need this game to be over so I can finally be alone with my man. The season has kept us apart these last two months, and my dick is in a painful way. “Can’t wait to have you at my mercy.” I wink. Winner gets to be in charge tonight. Though, win or lose, he’s going to cave to my will. He always does.

“Good luck.” He tips his chin. “May the best man conquer.” He blows me a kiss before crouching down into position, wiggling back and forth on his toes, trying to taunt me further. That tight end has gotten even firmer. Fuck. I need him.

“Is that your guy, Ryeson?” Saxton asks, as he gets into position next to me.

“Yep. Number 32.” I smile proudly.

Sax looks over at Baylor and calls out, “Nice to meet you, man. Hope there won’t be any hard feelings when we take you guys down.”

Baylor smiles, shaking his head. “Oh, there definitely will be hard feelings.” He points me with a look, and I have to bite back my groan. I’m so fucking hard I might bust right through my pants. Another whistle blows, and it’s game on. And man, is it a game. We go neck and neck the entire way through. The adrenaline is at an all-time high. The excitement sizzling in the air. It’s a thrill when the other team actually gives us a run for our money and makes us play hard. It sharpens our skills and makes it fun.

We’ve got ten seconds left on the clock. Tied game. Their ball set at the fifteen. And my fingers are crossed that the Gators score. If we go into overtime, it just means it will be even longer before I get to go back to the hotel and see Bay. At this point, I’d be happy giving up our chance at going to the Bowl just so we can be done. Besides, we won last year, and I already got my ring. I want Bay to have the same experience. And I want to be cheering him from the sidelines.

The quarterback gets the ball and runs back, looking for the clearing. Of course, Baylor is already in the end zone with no one blocking his way. Thankfully, the QB sees the opening and takes it. And the pride hits at full force as Baylor catches it in his grip and touches down for the win. I almost leap in the air cheering for them but remember whose team I’m playing for. I stare at him from across the field, waiting for him to look at me. He finds me right away and I give him our signal. And later when we’re alone, I’ll be giving him exactly what he wants. He won. Though I feel like I’m the biggest winner because the champion of their team is mine.

“Your man is one hell of a good catch.” Saxton comes up wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

“Yes, he is.” I smile. And later when we’re alone, it’s my load he’ll be catching.

I hear the knock on the door and practically leap from the bed. It’s been hours since I left the field, but Baylor had to handle all the extra interviews. Being that he was the one to score the winning goal, every TV crew wanted to interview him. And after they were done with the cameras, I’m sure they celebrated in the locker room with champagne explosions and ice baths before they all got cleaned up. Us losers came back to the hotel and grabbed a drink at the bar, trying to drown our woes. Me, I grabbed one just take the edge off while I waited.

I open the door and reach for Bay’s neck, pulling him right to my mouth. He practically knocks me backwards with the force of his need. The door slams shut behind us and I’m suddenly slammed up against the wall.

“You’re fucking mine tonight,” he breathes between my lips. It’s a collision of sexual tension and adrenaline swirling together. When his lips start sucking on my tongue, my cock nearly loses control. I fucking love when he gives my mouth the same treatment he gives my cock.

He pulls back and his eyes are blazing fire. “On your knees, Ryes.”

I slide right down to the floor, ready to give him everything he wants. But before I give into his demands, I have something I need to ask him.

My stomach suddenly gets knocked with a case of nerves, and the words get locked inside my throat.

“God, you’re so fucking hot, Ryes.” I look up into his eyes and see the truth. They aren’t just filled with lust; they’re filled with love. I reach for his hand, and the speech I’d prepared goes right out the window. All I can think of is how I want to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.

“Marry me, Bay.”

His brows nearly shoot to his hairline, before his eyes narrow in, looking like he doesn’t believe a word I’m saying.

“Are you fucking with me?”

This is not a joke. I’ve been thinking about this for months. Planning it out. Trying to prepare the perfect speech. Trying to figure out how to propose to a guy without making it corny. I wanted to make it romantic, but Baylor’s never been into big gestures. I was almost worried the candles lit around the room would be too much.

“I’m being serious, Baylor.” I lock our fingers together. “I don’t want to do life with anyone else. I want to spend my days laughing my ass off with you until my fucking sides hurt. I want to stay up all night kicking your ass at video games and cuddle up with you on the couch as we watch football on Sundays.” His cheeks tip up into a smile. “I want everything, and I want it with you.”

“Wow.” He nods. “Sounds like an amazing life. But you left out a crucial part.”

“What’s that?”

“That you’re going to fuck me into the mattress every single day.”

I throw my head back and laugh. I was trying to make this about more than just sex, but I should’ve known better. “Always thinking with your dick, aren’t you?” I reach out and rub right over his hard ridge.

“Damn, right. This dick is super needy. And right now, it needs those lips of yours wrapped around it.”

I drag the zipper down nice and slow and his cock comes right out. He didn’t even bother with briefs. One stroke in my palm and the cum is already dribbling from the end. “So, is that a yes, Bay?” I stroke him again, dying for a taste, but I want his answer first.

“Thought it was pretty fucking obvious, Ryeson.” He grips my chin and tips my head up. “You’re it for me. And if you want to meet up on the altar and make it official, I’d be honored. But with or without the papers, I’ll always be yours.”

And just when I thought I couldn’t love him anymore, he knocks me right in the chest.

I love you, I mouth and then finally I give him what he wants, sinking straight down on his cock, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. His hand comes up and grips the top of my head, locking me in place, and a groan slips free.

“I love you, too, my fearless guy,” he groans as his body jerks on a spasm. I suction around his girth, and dive back down until his balls are planted on my chin. “Damn, I love you and this mouth.”

“I’m your Fearless King,” I grunt as I slide off the end, swirling my tongue over his head. And he… is my heart.