Epilogue #2
I lean forward and cut him off with a kiss, my hands bracketing his face and holding him tight so he stops second-guessing himself. He finally relaxes against me and lets me deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against his and tasting his love before I pull away and rest my forehead against his.
“You’re perfect. Everything you said was exactly what I wanted to hear. Yes, I’ll marry you, even without a ring. All I need is you.”
“Oh, thank God,” he breathes against me before kissing my cheeks. “I’m still getting you a ring. We’ll have matching sets. The fanciest metal and diamonds for special occasions because I can treat my baby, and those rubber ones for everyday, too.”
“Whatever you want. I’ll just be happy with you coming home to me.”
“That I can do, because home is wherever you are.” He stands, pulling me to my feet with him. “Let’s go back to the house and figure out how to celebrate this.”
I eye Enzo, who has moved back down the dock and is drawing in the dirt around the pond with a stick as Lux lies between him and the water, intently watching his hands like she’s fascinated by the story he’s telling her.
Such a nanny dog, that one. She’s not letting the little boy out of her sight, and it makes me so happy.
“If your celebration involves getting naked, we have a small problem,” I say, nodding at the pair.
“If you can be quiet, I can put a movie on for him, and we can be quick,” he promises, kissing just below my ear.
“I don’t think you know the meaning of quiet or quick,” I joke, laughing as he laces our fingers and pulls me faster. My comment doesn't discourage him in the slightest.
“Come on, Enzo. Let’s go watch that new dog movie you were talking about in the car. Lux can watch it with you. Daddy Tucker said he has popcorn, right?” He looks at me meaningfully.
“I sure do. Lux likes popcorn, too. You can give her a few pieces if she’s good.”
Enzo whoops as he jumps up from the ground and starts running for the house, Lux at his side.
I make the popcorn while Sebastian puts the movie on the flat-screen TV in the living room for Enzo and Lux, who is pleased to be on the couch with her favorite boy.
I check the door locks, look around for anything that could potentially be a problem, and do a last sweep of the house before I finally feel comfortable letting Sebastian drag me to my bedroom.
He has me up against the door as soon as it’s shut, pulling at the sides of my flannel shirt until he rips it apart, sending the buttons scattering to the floor.
“You owe me a new shirt. I liked that one,” I say in mock complaint against his mouth before he skates hot kisses down along my exposed skin. He bites my pec and licks over my nipple, forcing a groan out of me, then he’s licking a hot, wet trail up my neck.
“I’ll buy you all the shirts you could ever want, Flannel Daddy. Now I’m gonna make my fiancé come. Will you whimper for me, baby?” He’s working my pants down my legs and freeing my hardening cock as he speaks, so he knows he’s getting everything he wants from me.
“You can have w-whatever you want.” I gasp as he palms my dick and strokes me.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that. I want you sucking my cock while I suck yours. Lie on the bed so I can fuck your face like a good boy. It’s the only way to keep you quiet.”
Oh, fucking hell, he wants to kill me. He knows I love sucking his cock, but to have him sucking mine at the same time?
I don't know if I’ll be able to handle it.
Still, I’m shrugging out of the remnants of my shirt—I really did like that one—and tripping to get out of my pants as I make my way to my bed.
I fall onto it as I’m kicking my feet out of my Carhartts and pushing myself to the center of the bed on my back.
Sebastian is right behind me, crawling onto the mattress.
With the speed and agility that are the hallmarks of his athleticism, he spins over me, his beautiful cock bobbing above my mouth.
I reach up and grab the base, stroking as I angle it toward my lips, licking around the tip and teasing him until he’s thrusting into my mouth.
He’s salty with precum, a little musky with sweat as my nose closes in on the dark, trimmed hair at his base, his balls are tight and tap my forehead when I slide my mouth down on him, and it all makes me throb with unrelenting desire.
Giving him pleasure is my ultimate fantasy, and I’m feeling pretty cocky as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow.
It pulls a moan of satisfaction from him that has me smiling around his dick as I flatten my tongue and flick.
But then he’s spitting on my puckered hole and pumping a finger in my ass before his hot mouth devours my cock, and I lose my ability to even think, let alone figure out how to rock his world.
We go back and forth, licking, sucking, and fisting each other’s cocks, our mouths too full to make more than low groans and guttural growls as our pleasure builds simultaneously.
I whimper around my mouthful of him as my balls tighten, the tingling rush of sensation lighting up my nerve endings and coiling low in my belly.
His fingers in my ass are hitting me just right, and his mouth feels amazing as he bobs on me, sucking and licking around my shaft as my hips flex.
I make a pitiful noise as my cock jerks with my need for release.
He pops off my dick with a breathless moan.
“There it is. Fuck yes, baby, whimper for me. I’ll give you that cum you want, il mio lupacchiotto affamato,” he growls, hips flexing into my face, pushing his cock deeper into my eager mouth.
My eyes roll as I whimper and groan around him, one hand stroking his shaft, the other rubbing tight circles against his ass.
I’m happily the bottom in our relationship, but he doesn't mind me playing with him like this, and every man should have their prostate massaged regularly. He groans and takes my dick back in his mouth as his own cock thickens, his precum coating my tongue, making my mouth water as he rolls his hips against my face. Fuck, I love when he uses me to get off, but he’s giving just as good as he’s taking, my release racing his as he sloppily jacks me and continues to hammer at my sweet spot that has my cock jerking against his tongue.
It’s seconds before I’m tapping his hip in warning, but he hollows his cheeks and sucks me harder, and I explode into his mouth.
His release follows mine with a few more thrusts, shooting down my throat as I reflexively swallow against him.
We’re an unintelligible mess of groans and panting cries as our orgasms grip us, the throes of ecstasy mind-blowing as I get to taste his cum while he gets me off.
My arms fall to the sides as Sebastian turns around so he’s facing me.
He grips my cheeks, squeezing to open my lips so he can spit my release into my mouth.
He watches as I swallow so he can kiss me while it’s still hot on my tongue.
My cock throbs against him as he blankets me, his tongue deep in my mouth as his hand smooths down my throat and settles against my chest. He breaks our kiss slowly, rising onto one arm and staring down at me with a look of devotion that absolutely undoes me.
“You are everything. More stunning than any sunset, warmer than summer sunshine, and you taste like fucking heaven. How’d I get so lucky to find you?” Sebastian asks, awe lacing his tone.
I struggle to meet his eyes with the love reflecting so brightly there. It’s unfathomable that he sees me this way. “I could ask you the same thing. I didn't think a man like you would ever want me.”
His eyes widen, and he drops a quick, searing kiss to my mouth as if to blot away the blasphemy of my statement. “I don't just want you, I fucking need you, baby. You've become my best friend and make my life a million times better just by existing.”
Well, fuck me. I gotta look away, so he doesn't see the emotion welling up in my eyes from that statement. “Dammit, City Boy,” I murmur, brushing at my eyes.
He moves over me, pushing his thigh between mine and nestling himself in the cradle of my hips as his forearms bracket my head. His fingers twine into my hair, thumbs brushing my cheeks as he looks down at me with his intense, dark eyes, like he wants to brand his words directly onto my soul.
“I didn’t ask you to marry me as some trivial thing, Tucker. I did it because I can't live without you, and I need to know I’ll have you as long as you’ll let me.”
“Baby, you have me,” I assure him, lifting my head and kissing his nose. I don't want him to assume I’m having second thoughts. “You didn't have to propose to tell me all that. I feel it.”
He nuzzles his nose against mine before he pulls back with sadness seeping into the corners of his soft smile.
“My lupacchiotto. I’ve loved and lost and know how precious time is.
I’m not wasting a moment that I can be your husband, thinking it’s too soon or someone’s going to have an opinion about what I’m doing.
The only thing that matters to me is your happiness and making sure I’m a part of your life. ”
“You got me. All of me. And I’ve got you. I’ll support you, make sure you don't have to do it all yourself, give you a chance to relax and enjoy life more.” It’s a simple promise, but one I know he needs.
“You do that just by existing, my love,” he says, burying his face in my neck and breathing deeply, like I’m what he needs to exist.
My heart is stupidly happy to have found a man who values me, wants what I have to offer, and isn't afraid to be seen with me. Not only that, he fucking loves every part of me and doesn't shy away from taking what he wants from me, knowing I’m strong enough to give it.
Sebastian has never treated me like I was fragile or broken.
He’s always looked at me like I’m a source of strength, that everything I’ve been through made me someone he could rely on and connect with, rather than someone too damaged to function.
He lets me see him at his weakest and never shuts me out or puts on a front that he’s doing better than he is.
He’s always met me where I am, in whatever stage he’s at, and that was good enough for us both.
He’s taught me that life can still be beautiful even when you've lost your way and don't know who you are anymore.
Now I know that you can find yourself outside of a career or a relationship that once defined you, and then decide what you want to do based on the new feedback you receive once you're there.
The end of one thing isn't the end of everything, and sometimes, it’s the temptation right in front of you that's worth putting everything on the line for.
I glance out the window and see the rosy hues of the fading day marking the sky in vibrant orange, the puffy clouds tinged the prettiest pink, and hints of violet coasting along the treetops.
I nod at the fiery sky. “Let’s go chase that sunset, the three of us, so Enzo knows how beautiful the end of something can be, and how it’s also the start of something new. ”
This concludes Temptation On Ice.