Bonus Epilogue

Colin

I 'm basically dancing in our entryway when the doorbell rings. My pictures are being delivered, and I can't fucking wait to see how they turned out and what Owen thinks of them. There's a blank spot on the living room wall that is perfect for these!

The delivery man with a large box, a handcart, and a tablet are at the door.

"Are you Colin Godfrey?"

"Yes, that's me." I went back and forth about changing my name and ultimately decided to be petty. Since Owen is in the spotlight, so am I, and I hope it's a knife in the gut every time my father hears my name.

"Sign here." He hands me the tablet, and I slash a line across the little box. "Where would you like these?"

"This way." I open the door and lead the way to the living room. "Here is fine."

I've already contacted the building handyman to come put them up for me in like an hour. With any luck, it'll be done before Owen gets home.

He sets the box down and gets to unpacking the framed images. I had them edited to black and white and blown up a bit. When he unwraps the first one, he stops for a second and stares at it before handing it to me.

It's an image of us in the back of the car. Owen is about to come, my head in his lap, and his hand in my hair. The next one is me crawling across the floor, my naked ass toward the camera, and pure lust in Owen's eyes as he watches me. The third image, Owen is fucking me from behind, arm around my shoulders to keep me against him, and my head is on his shoulder. The PI photographer managed to catch me coming. It's impressive. He has good skills.

The black frames with white mats are gorgeous and will be perfect on this wall.

"Thank you," I tell the delivery man as I stare at them, already half hard.

"You're welcome." He takes the box and packing material and leaves. The urge to jack off right here in the living room while I stare at them is almost overwhelming, but I don't want to be interrupted by the handyman, so I refrain and get a glass of wine instead.

I text him and let him know the pictures have been delivered and he can come any time. There's a knock on the door five minutes later. He makes quick work of getting them hung and leaves.

Sitting on the couch, I take my cock out and stroke myself in lazy slow pumps. Owen should be home soon. If I'm lucky, he'll fuck me right here while we look at these.

It takes forty-two minutes for him to get home, and I'm half crazed when he does.

"Colin?" he calls from the doorway.

"Living room!"

He appears a moment later with a tired smile on his face that quickly morphs to hungry when he sees me. "What do we have here?"

"I had a surprise delivered for you." My words are barely more than a breath.

Owen stalks toward me, eyes only on me, and he drops to his knees between my thighs. "And what is my surprise?"

I point to the wall behind him, and he turns.

"Those cannot stay in the living room!"

"Why not? Are you ashamed of my ass?" I smirk.

"No, I'll get hard every single time I walk in here." He turns back to face me, wrapping his hand around my dick. "How are we going to have guests? I can't look my brother in the eyes while I'm this hard." Owen grinds his hips against me.

"First, you don't look anyone in the eye. And second, he does it all the time to you, so what's the difference?" I shiver in his grip.

"That's ableism."

"It's true."

"But rude." Owen huffs.

I wrap my legs around him and pull myself up to sit so I can take his mouth. "They're staying right there."

"Then I'm not coming in this room when people are here."

I thrust into his hand. "We don't have people over. Stop talking and fuck me."

Owen grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "Just for that, no." He stands and opens his pants while I stare up at him. "Open your mouth, princess."

I do, sticking my tongue out too.

"That's what you're good for." He slides his cock into my mouth and starts thrusting down my throat.

I groan around him and am rewarded with his gasp. The man doesn't stop or slow down, just uses my face to chase pleasure. I love it, but fuck, I want to come too. I need it.

As I reach for my own dick, Owen pulls on my hair. "Don't touch that, it's mine."

I whimper but put my hands to better use by massaging his balls and stroking his taint. He shivers and thrusts again, holding me with my nose against his stomach. I start to gag but slow my breathing and relax around him. He pulls out slowly, and I add my hand to the mix, quickly pushing him over the edge to fill my mouth and throat with his cum.

"Clean me off."

With no hesitation, I suck him clean, making sure to not miss a millimeter or a drop. I sit back when I'm done and wait to see what he's going to do. He kneels again, leaning over me to taste himself on my tongue and stroke me hard and fast. I'm so close, so quickly it steals my breath.

"Come, while you look at those pictures. See what you do to me."

Flicking my eyes back to the images, I come over his hand a split second later, making a mess of our clothes.

"Good boy," he growls into my ear.

"The pictures are staying," I pant.

"What's it worth? I'll gladly compromise to put them in the bedroom."

"Hmm, I'll think about it."

He smiles, knowing I'll cave, eventually. There's a knock at the door, and Owen freezes. "Who the fuck is that?"

I start laughing, cackling, and have to hold my stomach. "Oliver and Isaac."

"What did you fucking do?" Owen races from the room while I'm trying to breathe. My stomach hurts from laughing, and there are tears leaking down my face.

I keep laughing, not giving a single fuck.

"You're the worst!" he yells from the bedroom.

I pull my shirt off and ball it up, then get myself put away before opening the door, flushed and still crying from laughter.

"Just a second," I barely get out.

Oliver lifts an eyebrow, but Isaac strolls in.

"What is that smell?" Isaac looks toward the kitchen.

"If he's going to try to feed us cum for dinner, I'm leaving," Oliver deadpans.

I race for the bedroom to get changed and find a flustered Owen pulling on clean clothes.

"This is going to be fun."

"For you maybe." He side-eyes me as I get a clean shirt. "You're lucky I love you." Owen grabs my chin and kisses me, then waits by the door. When I lift an eyebrow at him, he says, "I'm not going out there alone."

Sliding my hand into his, we enter the living room together to find a blushing Isaac and an unamused Oliver.

"I see you found the new art I had installed today," I say cheerfully.

Oliver glares at me. "I hate it here."