Epilogue 2

Two years later

Every time the plane’s wheels touch down on the runway, I get an overwhelming sense of home.

After a month away, I’m more than glad to be home. The book tour has been successful but exhausting. I’m not going to complain, though. Estrella’s biography was a huge hit here in Spain, the UK, and surprisingly, on the other side of the water. The decision to take Noah on as my agent is one I’ve never regretted and have often been extremely thankful for. He managed to get the biography into markets I’d not thought of, and on the back of its success, was also able to sell the Blackwater series to a major publisher. It’s the tour for the first book in the series that I’ve just finished.

I text the chat I have with Florencio and Constantin as soon as I’m off the plane and receive texts back. A typically loud one—all in capitals—from Florencio makes me giggle so much I get funny looks while waiting in line for customs. A more sedate one from Constantin, saying he’s caught up with something at the bar, but he’ll be back as soon as he can... and a curious “start without me” message, with a peach emoji.

Alena manages the bar now so Constantin can concentrate more on playing with the band, which is his first love. She also rents the apartment above, taking over when Constantin properly moved out.

I call an Uber to take me to the apartment we bought together eighteen months ago. We own the whole building, but rent out the other apartments, reserving the top floor for ourselves.

“Oro!” Florencio shouts as soon as I’m through the door, followed a second later by his physical form as he jumps into my arms and covers my face with kisses.

“I missed you, baby.” I kiss him back, trying to devour his mouth in one go. Yes, I’ve definitely missed his lips.

A delicious smell hits my nostrils. “Flo, have you been cooking?”

“ Carino , of course I have. You probably haven’t eaten properly in weeks.”

I laugh. I’ve eaten very well, but for some reason, Florencio thinks it’s not real unless he’s cooked it. He doesn’t need to cook for a living so he does it for fun, though he will still help Sofia, whom we see often, if she asks. We also visit Juana, who bought herself a beautiful villa outside the city and lives in a quiet but happy retirement. Florencio also teaches dance lessons, holding them in the bar before it opens. But mostly, we dance together. I’ve improved a lot in two years, and we’ve made a name for ourselves that brings people to the bar. We even took part in the first tango festival held this year, which was a lot of fun.

“Oh! Hold on, I need to turn the oven down.” He rushes off in the same whirlwind he arrived in. Before I pick my bags up, I do what I always do when I return home. I stand in front of the photograph in the lobby and say a silent thank you. The photograph, taken on Estrella’s night out, is of her, me, Florencio, and Constantin. We all look happy and it’s the only one of us all together. It was the first picture we hung on the wall when we moved in.

The apartment is a huge open-plan space, covering nearly the entire top floor of the building. The whole side has floor-to-ceiling windows with an amazing view across the harbour. In the centre is a dance floor where the Steinway stands to one edge. On one side is a dining area leading to a large kitchen space where Florencio is bustling around being busy. On the other side is a cosy living area and den with a huge screen TV. A few rooms lead off, mostly the cloakroom, a bathroom, and my office. There’s a steel and glass curved stairway to a mezzanine floor, where our bedroom is. It has a huge bed, dressing rooms, and a bathroom with a shower plenty big enough for us all.

We all had a say in decorating it and whilst we mostly agreed, there are distinctive touches from each of us in the decor. I start unpacking, and Florencio brings me a coffee, which is very welcome.

“Thanks, baby,” I say, taking it from him. “What did Con mean by his message?”

Florencio sashays up to me. “He wanted to give you a special welcome home. Said we had to take care of you... if you’re not too tired?”

His voice is warm and silky, and I can already feel my cock taking an interest.

“I’m never too tired for you, baby.”

“That’s good then.” He starts slowly unbuttoning my shirt, pressing kisses to my chest. I hiss as his mouth finds my nipples, and he takes one in his teeth, tugging gently before giving the same attention to the other. When I’m undressed, he peels off his own clothes and leads us to the shower. He won’t let me do a thing myself and I just stand under the hot water as he massages shampoo into my hair. He reaches for my shower gel, giving it a deep smell, and murmuring “ Mmmmm ,” before pouring it out and smoothing it all over my skin. My body responds to his touches and strokes as he’s spent hours mapping it out, the same as we have for each other. He washes himself and then turns off the water. He even towels me dry, only allowing me to distract him with kisses.

When we’re dry, he leads me to the bed and pushes me to lie on my back before climbing on top of me, straddling my hips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

“So are you.” I smile at him, and he grins at me before attacking my mouth with kisses that leave me breathless. He licks and sucks his way down my chest and ribs. He wriggles his way backwards until his mouth hovers just above my cock, which is rock hard and leaking precum.

He locks eyes with me, making sure I’m looking as he stretches his lips round the head, his tongue flicking over the tip and dipping into my slit. I keep watching as he slowly takes me deep, teasing me with his tongue until I’m moaning with pleasure. He knows how to take me right to the edge, until my back arches and I want to thrust into his throat, but he doesn’t let me, holding my hips down instead.

“Well, isn’t that a welcome sight and sound?” Constantin’s rich voice precedes his body as he appears in view behind Florencio.

He crosses to me and kisses me, open-mouthed and fierce, claiming me.

“Welcome home, precioso ,” he says when he releases me.

“Hey.” I smile at him, not capable of any more words .

Florencio lifts off my cock, his lips glistening. Constantin tips his head back and kisses him, too.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, pulling off his T-shirt as he heads to the bathroom. Florencio lies down beside me, and I turn on my side so I can kiss him, trailing my fingers over his perfect skin.

Constantin is back in double-quick time, rubbing his hair with a towel, his erection jutting out.

He watches us for a minute before grabbing some lube from the dresser and kneeling on the bed. I go to move, but he says, “No, stay on your side.”

He lies down and lifts one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder. He tilts his head and licks across my taint, seeking my hole with his tongue.

“Oh, I’ve missed your arse,” he whispers before he circles my pucker, nipping and teasing until I can’t stand it anymore, and I push against him, desperate to have his tongue inside me. He thrusts a few more times before he withdraws, leaving my hole clenching the air. He moves to his knees and coats himself with lube. Lifting my left again, he kisses my ankle before resting my leg across his thigh. My other leg is in front of his knees, so he’s sideways to my entrance. He glances at me, checking in. I nod. I’m ready.

He pushes in slowly, letting me adjust to him, taking his time. I can’t help letting out a satisfied moan.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” he murmurs, his voice and words causing me to push back onto him.

He gives a gentle roll of his hips, and I groan. It feels so good. He looks down.

“Damn, the visual of this is fucking awesome. You look so good taking my cock, precioso .”

“Let me look.” Florencio shifts position so he can see. “Wow, that looks good.” He turns to me, his eyes shining.

“Look at you, swallowing my dick in your tight hole. You’re so good, taking all of me, gripping me tightly, muy bien , precioso ,” Constantin purrs, knowing praise turns me on, that I love being filled by him. Every thrust pegs my prostate, and I start to lose control. My cock aches and I reach for it.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Florencio says, pulling my hand away. “That’s mine.”

He settles in front of me and resumes his previous ministrations.

“This is perfect, precioso . Does this feel good?” Constantin strokes his hand up and down my leg. I lose myself, being so completely full of him while Florencio sucks my soul out. Warmth blooms in my lower back and my legs start shaking.

“That’s it. Beautiful. Let go. Come for me. Shoot down Cio’s throat while I fill your arse with my cum. You’re doing so well, muy bien .” Constantin keeps up his crooning, which pushes me over the edge. I come with a jerk, my orgasm blooming through me and stealing any sense of time. I’m barely aware of Constantin exploding into me, or of him sliding out and resting my leg down, or even of him cleaning me up. As Florencio crawls next to me, I reach for him, and he crawls into my arms, giving me a gentle kiss.

Constantin curls himself round us both and encircles us with his arm.

When he presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder and tells me how good I am, I practically purr.

Nothing before has ever felt so much like home, and I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with the men I love.