Epilogue

Our adventure passedin the blink of an eye. One minute we were pulling up to the ranch, both of us nervous for what lie ahead. The next we were packing our bags and making promises to come back during the next market day.

“We could always use the extra hands,” Jackson joked as he clapped me on the back.

I grinned at him. “Don’t know if I’ll be that much help, to be honest.”

“Aw, come on. You did pretty good with the horses.” Bobby Allen strode over to chat with his boy Elton beside him.

If I hadn’t known the Daddy kink anomaly that was the Coleman Ranch before coming, I’d have clocked it within minutes of my arrival. There was something in the air here. It reminded me a lot of Club Deny, just with more rural vibes with all the animals and fresh air.

My brother even managed to show up to wish us off. Of course, catching a bit of the conversation meant he had to come over to give me hell.

“This guy hates getting dirty. I’m surprised he’s still here after all this time.”

I let my gaze move to Gerald where he was talking with Atticus and Sean. “Love will make you do things you never imagined. I’d have rolled around in a mud pile if it made him happy. You’ll understand one day.”

Robin shook his head. “Not so sure about that. For now, I’ll be the single guy of the friend group. Definitely means I can get more dates since there’s little to no competition.”

“Sure, that’s it,” I said as I tugged him into a forceful hug. We might not be as close as we once were, but a relaxing weekend on the ranch had turned me into the annoying older brother I used to be quick enough.

I got him in a loose headlock, then ruffled his hair just like old times. Robin huffed as he shoved me away. His face was red from the exertion, though his smile showed he wasn’t angry at the teasing.

“Missed you. Don’t stay gone too long this time.” He gave me another hug.

“I promise we won’t. Gerald already has the calendar synced with a schedule of when we need to take time off. By the time we get back to the city, it”ll all be sorted, and Atticus will likely have a digital invite to share the information. He’s that organized.”

“Sounds like you two are the perfect match,” Robin said with a grin.

“More than you could imagine.”

The drive homewent off without a hitch. Traffic was light, and besides stopping for gas, we didn’t have any other delay on the journey. I parked the rental in the guest spot of the parking garage, then went to unload the back of the car.

Gerald helped get all the to-go containers of food Harlan packed, along with the bag of items we took from his room that he wanted most. Given his stint in rehab, he’d left most of his stuff at the Coleman Ranch. Our visit provided him a chance to get those things back so he could add them to his space here.

In the apartment, we set down all the stuff we’d lugged up before falling into a heap on the couch. I was strewn about, while Gerald pressed his back against my front, his body angled against mine. Though it was awkward, I still felt really comfy.

I could have stayed in that position for forever if not for the sentence that came a few minutes into our relaxing break.

“When do you think you want to fuck me?”

Gerald

Sir gave a chokedsort of sound beneath me. I tilted my head to the side.

“Was that not something I’m supposed to ask?” I asked curiously.

He lifted his hips sharply. “Asking questions like that is how you get into trouble, Precious.”

I felt the hardness of his erection clear as day. There was no way to mistake it.

“That still doesn’t answer my question.”

“You’ve just spent an exhausting few days dealing with your past. I didn’t think it was a good time to bend you over for a selfish release on my part.”

I shook my head quickly. “That’s not selfish at all. I want it too. So much, Sir.”

His chest rumbled beneath me as he groaned. I fought not to grin at the way he showed how much he wanted me in return.

“Don’t smirk at me. I’m trying to be the good guy here.”

I leaned forward, then spun to face him. “I don’t want you to be the good guy. I want you to be my Dom, my Sir. I need you to take control of things, so I don’t have to think or plan. I just want to feel for once.”

My words gave him the final push. His control snapped as he brought my mouth forward. Sir kissed me deeply, with more passion than I’d ever felt in a partner. I could tell he’d been holding back for far too long with how his hands roamed my body as he tugged me down to press against him. I shifted my hips forward, desperate for friction against my own straining length.

“Sir,” I panted. “More. Need to feel you.”

Instead of giving me what I wanted, I felt him push me away. I almost cried out, begging for his touch when I felt his hands on me again.

“Need to get you to a bed. Can’t fuck you on a couch. Not this first time. I want to take my time.” His mouth took mine again, then we were walking down a hall, through a door, and to his bed. To what had become our bed.

I couldn’t even give a timeline to how it all happened. We were boss and employee one day, then the next we were simply more. His bed had become mine too, his closet a shared space for all our things. I still had my room to use, but I’d spent less and less time in it as the weeks and months of our relationship continued on.

“I’ve waited a long time for this,” Sir said as he pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Been thinking of it for months. Every night. Every morning. Couldn’t stop.”

Each sentence ended with a kiss. His hands worked to pull my clothes free. I hissed when he bit down and sucked hard. I knew that one would leave a mark.

I got so distracted by his mouth it took me a minute to realize I was only in my shirt and underwear. My back arched as he tugged at my clothes, then bit down in another spot.

“Sir!” I shouted his name while pushing closer. It was equal parts pain and pleasure, taking my desire higher and higher.

Ignoring my pleas, he ripped my shirt over my head as he went to my other side. He continued leaving a trail of bites while his hand reached into my underwear and wrapped around my cock. One stroke of his hand had me feeling like a teenager all over again.

I yelped, then latched my hand onto his wrist. “I’m too close.”

He sucked another mark onto my neck. “No, Precious. You can come now. I’m still going to fill your ass until you’re cum drunk.”

I shivered at the visual he painted. Was it enticing? Hell yes. But could I do it? I’d never felt cum drunk, so how would I even know?

“You’re overthinking,” he said when I didn’t respond right away. “Relax and let me take care of you. I know you prefer to serve; however, I think in this instance, I need to be the one to lead. Next time, you can take the reins all you want.”

There was no other answer besides “Yes, Sir.”

With my permission, he took his time savoring my body inch by inch. He bit, sucked, stroked, and soothed me, inside and out. There wasn’t a place he didn’t touch and explore.

I came with a shout, my release painting the inside the fabric of my underwear. He slipped them off me, then continued his journey to cover my body in proof of his desire.

By the time he’d gotten out the lube and prepped my ass, I was nearly weeping. It wasn’t because of any pain. More that I didn’t know it could be so good. I had no idea what I’d been holding out for.

Ok, so that was untrue.

Emotionally, I’d been closed off. While I’d let him in to some parts of me, I still kept other things aloof. Taking him to the ranch, letting him meet my family, it tore away the last of the hesitation I felt about us.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you, Gerald Grimes. I’ll prove to you just how precious you are with every thrust and every mark on your body. Understand?”

I nodded blindly as I tilted my hips further up, my hole practically begging for him. When his crown slid past the first ring, I almost screamed for him to stop. It had been so long, and I was too tight. My body was punishing me for the celibacy I’d taken up in my grief.

“Breathe, Precious. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than necessary. Let me in. Let me love you.”

I tried. Really, I did try.

But nothing I did worked. I still felt like he was splitting me in half.

As if he had a direct line to my body, Sir leaned over to press his forehead against mine. He spoke softly, as if he were telling me a secret.

“You’re so perfect. I can’t believe I get to call you mine. I’m going to spend the rest of your life and mine loving you. I want to build a family with you. I want to have a home with you. You were never just an employee. My heart was yours the minute we met. I can’t get enough of you. I miss you when you’re away. Fuck, I miss you when you leave the room. I’m desperate, Precious. Desperate to be everything you deserve, to show you just how good life can be.”

My body came loose with each promise, with each vow. He eased forward slowly, never stopping his praise even as he bottomed out.

I gasped at the fullness. “Sir, please move. Do… something. Anything.”

Always one to fulfill my needs, he did as I asked. He moved.

His hips pulled back before thrusting forward in a devastatingly unhurried pace. He repeated the move immediately, and then for a third time.

I lost count after that, my pleasure too powerful for any logical activity like counting. My cock came back to life, any idea of a refractory period long forgotten thanks to how good Sir was making me feel.

He went on and on, never speeding up and never pressing for more than I gave. While some might have asked for even more, I couldn’t. I was too far gone.

When I finally did speak again, it was to warn him. “Close,” I breathed as my balls drew up, and my spine tingled in that long-forgotten way.

“Close? Are you about to come for me, Precious? You going to show me how good I make you feel? You going to squeeze that ass tight around my cock so I can fill this little hole up with cum? You’ll be marked in every way then. On the inside and out, you’re mine.”

I fractured into a million pieces. Every atom of my body tore apart, then reknit itself into a new being. I couldn’t breathe, yet I felt like my lungs were overflowing with oxygen.

“There you go. Let me have it. I want every drop.” I could hear Sir’s broken words through the chaos of my erratic moaning. It only served to prolong the orgasm.

By the time I was done, we were both splattered with my release. I felt sticky from all the cum and sweat. When Sir went to move, I could tell it was just as messy where we were connected too. Nothing had made it out of that experience without getting marked in some way, just like he’d said.

“Now we have to get cleaned up,” he told me with a soft laugh. “After that, we’ll nap, eat, and then I want inside you again. Deal?”

“Absolutely,” I said around a yawn.

“Looks like you’re already a step towards the nap. Not yet though. Shower first.”

As promised, he got me up and into the shower. We cleaned one another like we had all those months ago after my panic attack. Only this time, we played around a bit too. How could I not when he’d given me all the access I wanted?

Post shower, we climbed into bed for our nap. An hour later he woke me with a sandwich, some fruit, and a protein shake. I gave him a raised brow.

“Yeah, yeah. Not the fanciest but give me a break. You were asleep. I wasn’t going to wake you up to make your own sandwich. I don’t care how service oriented you are.”

With that pouty declaration, we both broke into laughter. There was no holding back.

And as we shared the food, I realized everything would truly be ok. I might have lost my Daddy, but I gained my Sir. I’d found help for my addiction, and I was adding more people to the list of friends who might one day feel like family.

Life was better than ever.