Ruin My Life (Mangled Masterpieces #1)

Epilogue

Remy

B usy work. That’s all internships are: endless, pointless busy work . Like this report. Why the fuck do I need to include a three-page summary of a meeting when the person receiving this fucking useless essay was there too?

“This is a colossal waste of time,” I mutter.

From the other room, a violin screeches over a missed note, followed by a curse. I smirk. Seems like I’m not the only one frustrated with work.

Initially, Win recorded songs he taught himself for fun. When I suggested he upload his covers to streaming services, he was skeptical. His listening base was small at first, but he really popped off after I posted a video on social media of him playing. Almost a year later, he’s making music full-time, supporting both of us while I finish my unpaid internship.

Thank fuck it’s my last week.

Anxiety bubbles up again. Next Monday, I start my first real job working for a children and teen therapy practice bordering Cape Cannon and South Manor Harbor fifteen minutes from our new apartment.

Living with Win was the best and worst decision I’ve ever made. He’s in a constant state of half-dressed, which is both a gift and the most distracting thing ever. My dick doesn’t know how to deflate. And he has the metabolism of a teenager— the guy eats anything and everything and never gains a pound while I have to slave away at the gym to stay in shape. Also my cat barely acknowledges me unless he’s out— which is only once or twice a week to visit his parents in Fort Manor. Their relationship is still pretty strained but in therapy, Win agreed to open himself up to them and make an effort.While we both have bad days and setbacks, they’re becoming rarer.He’s come so far. I have too.I pinch myself daily.

“That’s not English.”

I jolt in surprise. “Jesus!”

Win grunts as the chair back hits his chest. “I don’t remember rising from the dead and starting a cult…”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Dumbass.”

He snickers.

What he initially said finally registers. Squinting at the paragraph on my laptop, I’m confronted with my own gibberish.

“I haven’t edited yet, dick.”

My chair spins.

He’s shirtless— of course— with a pair of my sweats hanging off his narrow hips, showcasing the inked script leading down…

I’m destined to be permanently hard.

“Win, I need to finish this.”

A slow, demonic smile unfurls as he pins my chair to the desk behind me. He braces himself on the armrests.

Shit .

“I’ll give you something to finish,” he purrs, dragging his nose up my cheek. Teeth nip my ear. I shiver, my hands automatically latching onto his waist.

Double shit.

“Love…”

Sucking my earlobe, he hums. “Hmm?”

“I’m working.”

“Are you really though?”he asks, lips skimming toward my mouth.

Not anymore.

“Yes, you menace.”

Leaning back, he flicks my glasses. “It’s not my fault you chose to wear these."

“I kind of need them to read.”

“Again, not my fault.”

I level a deadpan glare, except my traitorous gaze darts to the dainty diamond stud decorating his nose. It doesn’t matter that he got it a few months ago, I’m utterly obsessed .

Grinning like a demon, he climbs into my lap.

Great. Now I’m really not getting anything done.

“You know you’re irresistible, don’t you?” I sigh as his mouth finds my neck, his fingers threading into my hair as his weight settles over me. I reach down and lock my office chair in place so we don't topple over. His hard length digs into my abs, taunting me. Palming his ass, I slide him flush against me, forcing his thighs to widen.

He grins into my neck. “I think you’re due for a fifteen-minute break.”

“Fifteen minutes?” I scoff. “No, I’m taking at least thirty.”

His laugh lights me up. I pat his ass. “Lift up and get my dick out. ”

Eager as always whenever I direct him, he rushes to pull me out of my sweats. I shimmy them lower while pushing his down. It’s no surprise he’s commando, nor is it a surprise when he takes a packet of lube out of his pocket and tears it open with his teeth.

Fuck that’s hot.

Instead of coating his fingers as I expect, he slathers my cock with it, stroking from root to tip as he leans in to brush his lips against mine.

“Do you know how hard it is to play violin with a plug in your ass? Really. Fucking. Hard.”

A plug…

I think I just came a little.

Immediately, I spread his cheeks, feeling the base of a plug covering his hole. I tap it. He lets out a little gasped moan.

“Fucking hell, Win,” I breathe, pinching the base and wiggling it. He arches with a whine. “How long has this been in?”

“An hour.”

My eyes bug. “You’ve had this in for a whole fucking hour and didn’t tell me?”

He rocks against me. “Please, Rem,” he whines. “Please make me come, I need to so bad.”

This. Man. Will. Be. The. Death. Of. Me.

“You beg so pretty,” I groan, tugging on the plug. “Relax for me.”

He does, allowing me to pull it out and toss it on the floor. He makes a desperate sound; I swallow it with a kiss, licking into his mouth as I line up to his hole. I’ve barely notched in when he shifts back—

And sinks to the base.

We groan in unison.

His eyes roll to the back of his skull. “ Yes . ”

“Fuck yourself on me, baby,” I urge, my fingertips gripping his ass hard enough to bruise. His forehead falls to mine as he rises until only my tip remains inside.

Then slams down.

A moan punches out of me. “Holy shit . Do that again— Oh— fuck! ”

He picks up the pace, the slap of his ass on my thighs and panted moans creating a filthy symphony. On every drop, I thrust up, pounding his prostate over and over while his cock spurts precum all over my shirt.

“I’m so close, so close,” he whimpers.

I wedge a hand between us to grip his cock, thumbing the piercing under his crown. He sucks in a choked breath.

“Get there, baby,” I pant, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “Paint me in cum.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasps, bouncing faster on my dick. I feel his ass constrict around my throbbing length at the same time the first rope of cum explodes from his dick, hitting my shirt and chin. I’m helpless against the tidal wave of my own orgasm. It drags on for an eternity as his spasming ass milks me dry.

Panting, he collapses against me.

My arms wrap around him loosely like gelatinous noodles.

“Told you it’d only take fifteen."

Even as I roll my eyes, I laugh. “That was round one.”

He chuckles.

My phone vibrates on the desk with an incoming call. Before I can ignore, it, Win reaches over to answer.

Andrea's voice blares into the room. “Remy, oh my fucking god, you would not believe who I just saw. We need to go to Lolita’s. STAT."

A devious grin forms on my boyfriend’s lips. I shake my head but it’s too late .

“Sorry, Remy might need about thirty minutes before he's decent.”

My best friend makes a gagging sound. “Winifred, please for the love of this shitty planet we call Earth, tell me you two aren’t fucking right now.”

He scowls at Andrea’s latest nickname for him. I snicker.

“I mean… we’re still—”

“LALALA I’m not listening!” she howls.

I’m shaking with laughter. “We’ll meet you at Lolita’s in a bit."

“Fine, but hurry up. I don’t have all day to waste waiting for you stubborn, easily distracted, horny shrews,” she snaps. “And I’m pretending you two were cuddling on the couch.”

“We’re actually in a chair—”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, WINIFRED!”

Win bursts into maniacal laughter while Andrea curses him out some more and I relish it all. Take mental videos. Hold onto it with everything I am.

Because this?

It’s everything.