Epilogue II
EPILOGUE II
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“Marry me.”
The words nearly had me bouncing right off Daire’s cock. I froze with him balls deep inside me and stared down at him lying on the bed, looking unfazed for a man who’d just proposed while I was trying to ride him.
“What?” I blinked, and his cock jerked. I swore the bastard grew bigger in my ass, too.
His mouth twitched and he curled his fingers around my shaft, using the precum beading at my slit to slick it up so he could stroke. I shuddered and inwardly cursed him for distracting me because I was caught between the urge to go back to using his cock to peg my prostate and demanding answers.
I rubbed my hands over his chest and tweaked his nipples, and he groaned, rocking his hips up and ripping a whimper from me.
“Fuck. Don’t do that. Tell me what you said.” My voice came out ragged and desperate—it almost didn’t sound like me. “Please, Daddy.”
Daire grinned smugly. The bastard. He knew exactly what his cock did to me and how to use it to his advantage. “You heard me, boy.”
“Say it again.” I rolled my hips, and he grappled at my sides, digging his thumbs into the dips of my waist. “Go on. I want to hear it. Need to hear it.”
He made a growly sound that went straight to my balls, and I moaned as I rose, then fell straight back onto his hardness. “Marry me, boy. Be mine forever. I’ve fucked this up for too long, and I want to take you down to the courthouse and marry you yesterday.”
I hummed and squeezed his pecs, sinking my nails into his skin.
He hissed, baring his teeth, and I grinned as I continued to bounce on him, the echoing slaps of our flesh music to my ears. He was close. I could tell by the way he was panting and the shudders that slid down his body. A flush spread up his neck, and it was the sexiest thing. I loved seeing him like this, below me and letting me take control. He was my Daddy, but he still gave me the lead when I craved it.
“Are you going to give me an answer?” He strained, the muscles in his chest bulging as he dug his heels into the bed and fucked up into me. I nearly fell right off his cock and would’ve if he didn’t have his hands on my hips.
I huffed out a laugh, happiness bubbling deep inside my chest. “Yes. Yes . But I don’t want to wait. I don’t want a big fancy wedding. Do what you said. Take me to the courthouse and marry the fuck out of me. Make me your husband.”
He slid his left hand up, stroking across the bandages that hid my healing wounds, before he dragged me down so he could kiss them, too. I wished I could feel his mouth on my skin. “What about Sloan?”
I winced.
It’d been three weeks and two days since Sloan’s arrest. Daire had promised me and Conall that everything would work out with Sloan, and I trusted him.
We were working together to get him out from behind bars, but that took time and blackmail material. We also had to keep Conall away from it—as smart and driven as he was, when it came to Sloan, he lost all sense of reason. Threatening cops or lawyers wouldn’t do him any favors, so our own attorney, Henderson Cashmore, instructed us to keep Conall away.
“We can have another wedding later if he wants, but I don’t need anyone there, Daddy. Just you and me.”
“What about Conall? He deserves to be there.” He kissed down my neck and across my chest to my bandages, and I shuddered as pleasure coiled itself low in my stomach. I staved off the orgasm that tickled my balls. I wasn’t ready to come yet.
“Fine, Conall and maybe one more person. That’s it.” I pouted down at him.
He smiled as he fell back onto the bed and placed his left hand on my hip again. He was handsome like this, all soft around his hard edges as he stared up at me with the promise to give me the world. He was a Daddy when he needed to be and had spanked me a few times when I was a little too harsh with Lor—hey, I’d been nicer recently—but he also touched me like I was made of delicate gold. Whenever I did something great as boss, he told me how proud of me he was, and that gave me a heart boner quicker than anything else.
“Aodhan?” Daire asked, thrusting up into my hole and hammering my prostate.
I cried out, using my hands on his chest to steady myself as a vicious shiver stroked down my spine. All sense of reality went straight out the door as desire assaulted me worse than the three bullets to my torso.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Whatever you want, Daddy. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.” I chewed my bottom lip, squeezing my ass around him. “Come for me. Want you inside me.”
He cursed and seized the back of my neck, dragging me down for a rough kiss. His mouth was scalding against mine, and he pounded his cock into me as if our lives depended on it. In that moment, I was flying high. I had my Daddy, and I was so fucking in love that it hurt, but it was the kind of agony I could obsess over. Daire was mine now. Eight years was worth it, if it meant we always got to this point in our lives.
I dug my knees deeper into the bed and ground down harder onto him. We both groaned.
“Good boy, such a good boy for Daddy. Show me how much you want my cum. Ride my cock.” Daire’s voice turned guttural. The world narrowed in on this—us in a bed with his big hands swallowing my waist while I bounced on top of him right after he’d proposed to me. I would remember this day forever, and nothing could stop me from coming.
I chased my orgasm by sinking down on his dick a few more times before everything came to a sharp halt. My balls drew up closer and my hard-on jerked, spraying cum across his belly and chest, some shooting as far as above his head. I laughed as I stared down at his flushed face and how he gnashed his teeth. He growled, and then warmth filled me, spreading fire all through me.
“Daddy, Daddy. Fuck.” I chanted his name as the rolling waves of pleasure continued to ripple through me.
He enfolded me into his arms and dragged me down until we were chest to chest, my cum squishing between us, but neither of us cared. His mouth covered mine, and I kissed him lazily.
“I love you, Daddy Daire.”
He smiled and my heart fluttered. “I love you, too, boy. Very much. You and me are forever, okay?”
I hummed and closed my eyes, breathing in our combined natural scents. “Forever, Daddy.”
I stared down at the grave, not quite sure what to say. I hadn’t visited the graveyard since Dad’s funeral, but after a nice talk with Daire’s parents at brunch the other day—they loved me, and despite their favoritism for Aodhan, I liked them, too—I’d realized it was time I went to talk with my dad. Daire’s parents were Catholic and assured me that Dad would hear me, but I wasn’t so sure.
I stood in front of his headstone, staring down at the picture of him with his wide smile, and I hoped that he could. I held the card in my hand tightly before taking a deep breath and stepping forward to place it on top of the granite.
“This is for you, Dad.” I wrung my hands together and glanced over my shoulder at Daire, who stood near the path to wait for me. He’d told me to go over to the grave first and talk with Dad, but I wasn’t really sure what to say. Looking at Daire now, though, words came to me, so I turned my attention back to Dad’s smiling face. “I’m with Daire now. He’s my fiancé, soon to be husband. That card on your tombstone, it’s an invitation to our wedding. It’s only going to be at the courthouse because I can’t wait very long to make him my husband, but I hope. . .. Well, I hope you’ll be there in spirit.”
Nothing happened.
There wasn’t a breeze or some woodland animal showing up as a sign he was here with me, but somehow, I knew he was beside me. It was almost as if I could feel his presence. A comfort washed through me, and I smiled.
“I love him, Dad. He’s a good man. Uncle Sloan was kind of pissed at him, but they’re fine now. I really, really want to be his husband.” I swallowed and turned to gesture at Daire to come over. He ate up the space between us and stood at my side. “I hope you’re happy for us, Dad.”
“He would be,” Daire murmured, pressing his nose against my temple to breathe me in. “I knew Eoin, and he would only want you to be happy.”
I grinned up at him. “I am. Very happy.”