The Winner Takes All (Complete Collection)

Epilogue

DIRTY DREAMS COME TRUE

Rafe

I clear the lower deck of the yacht. I tell the crew we’re going to need some privacy for the next hour. They’re discreet, and they vanish.

That’s the kind of service worth paying a premium for.

As the sun shines overhead, I go down the steps of the opulent one-hundred-twenty-foot yacht bobbing gently in clear blue waters.

Gunnar and I make our way to a table by the railing and the bottle of champagne there. I open it, pour two flutes, then hand one to the man who waited for me. Who showed me his heart and his truth. “To the man I love taking me back,” I say.

Gunnar smiles in pure Gunnar style—flirty and cocky. I want to keep making him smile like that forever. “To my man coming for me,” he says, then clinks his glass to mine and takes a drink.

I swallow some bubbly, then set the glass on the table. He does the same. I glance at the railing, the ocean beyond. “What do you think of the view?”

He flashes a cheeky grin. “Ask me in five minutes when you’re balls deep in me.”

I laugh, happy and aroused.

In the distance, other yachts and boats cruise by, but none close enough to see, even with a long-range lens. But the idea someone could is enough for Gunnar. Still, I want to reassure him completely. “People will know we’re together now. But I’ll always find ways to protect you. Like I did the night of the party. Even if anyone tries to guess that was you in the photo from before, they can’t ever know. I made sure of it then.”

He squares his shoulders. “I’m not worried anymore. You protected me then. I know you’ll protect me now—now that you’re my man.”

“I am,” I say, then I slide my thumb along his mouth. “Is this your fantasy?”

He shrugs lazily. “Sort of.”

I laugh. “How do I get from ‘sort of’ to ‘yes, fucking yes, oh God, fucking yes’?”

He runs a hand down my chest. “Get your shorts off and fuck me as we sail across the ocean.”

Easiest order ever.

I shove off his bathing suit, then reach between his legs, wrapping a hand around his shaft. My eyes float closed at the delicious feel of him.

He groans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

After a few delirious minutes of stroking him, I say, “It’ll feel better like this...”

Then I shift him around so he grips the railing. “Show me how you want it,” I say as I move behind him.

He bows his back, presenting his deliciously firm ass like an offering.

Oh, yes.

I will take that offering.

I grab the lube from the table. No condom this time. We discussed safe sex last night—we’ve both been tested, and we’re negative—so I coat my fingers, slide them down the crack of his ass, and I tease at the hole.

One touch and he’s shuddering as I work him open. “Look at how eager you are for my dick,” I say as he pushes back against my fingers.

“Fuck me hard, Rafe.” He pauses, leans back, meets my gaze. “Don’t go easy on me.”

“Never.”

I shove down my shorts, kick them off, then slick up my cock with the lube. When I’m done, I line my naked body up against his, whispering in his ear, “I want to give you everything you want. I want to make everything so good for you. Every time .”

“You do,” he whispers, so vulnerable, so open for me.

Like I am for him.

We’ve let each other in, and this is the reward.

I push forward, sliding inside my love. My eyes squeeze shut at the tight, hot feel of him.

“All of you,” Gunnar demands.

“Always,” I answer, then bottom out inside the tight channel of his ass. He squeezes me, and electricity sparks along my nerves. Heat envelops me as I pump and thrust.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “More. Harder.”

I heed the call, gripping his hips hard, fucking him in a white-hot blur. We’re coming together once again, out on the open sea, the ocean our bedroom, the birds and the fish the witnesses to our intimacy.

But maybe there’s a chance someone could spot us. “What would they see,” I ask roughly, “if anyone were watching?”

He groans, saying, “How much you want me.”

I drive deeper. “Try again.”

“How much you need me,” he answers roughly.

I snap my hips. “Again.”

“How much you love me,” he grunts.

“That’s right. I fucking do.”

I grip his shaft, and my fist flies up and down his length as I bring him to the edge of pleasure.

And with one more tight grip on his shaft, I take him over the edge. He shoots in my hand, groaning and moaning. “Yes. Fucking love you too.”

Seconds later, I join him, and our ecstasy blurs the world.

Later, after we clean up and put on shorts, we curl up together on a lounge chair under the sun. “Whoa. Is this Rafe Rodman relaxing?” Gunnar teases. “Well, stranger things have happened.”

I laugh. “Like what?”

He presses a kiss to my jaw. “Like me falling in love,” he says, plainly.

My heart soars. “Glad that strange thing happened. And I want to keep giving you all your fantasies too.”

He turns to me, propping his head in his hand. “ You’re my fantasy.”

I smile. And he’s mine. All mine. I close my eyes and relax with my man. It’s a wonderful way to skip out of work.

And so damn worth it.

We are worth it.

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