Epilogue
LUCA
Maddox has two fingers buried inside me, and I’m nearly ready to come when my phone rings. I think my mistake is rolling my eyes toward it.
Zander set Juvenile’s “Back That Azz Up” as his ringtone, so I know it’s him. The moment of distraction earns me a teasing bite to my thigh and a stern look. I grin down the length of my body.
“I’m sure it’s not important. I can call him back when we’re done.”
That was the wrong thing to say—I can tell by the challenging look he’s giving me.
Of course, he and I both know I love it. We’ve kept our relationship quiet for the most part—the senior staff at the school know, and that’s more than enough for me.
I moved in with Maddox after the semester ended.
We never got in trouble for being together… and he wasn’t questioned about Professor Hilman again. I’ve never been happier.
Even if the look he’s giving me makes me question if I’m about to change my mind, before he speaks.
“Go ahead and answer it, little lamb.” Just the thought makes my face go red, though his fingers flexing inside me do a damn good job of keeping me right on the edge of the orgasm I’d been more than ready to have.
“I can wait, I—oh… mmmmf. Hey, Zandy.” I press the button to answer the call and pull my cell to my ear. The slow grin that spreads across Maddox’s face, the approval and desire… it’s worth whatever he’s about to put me through.
“Hey, Lucs!” He sounds so excited, and I would probably be more concerned with why if Maddox didn’t dip his head between my legs, using the two fingers in my hole to stretch me wider so he can lick me like a piece of candy. “Are you okay?”
I have to hide a moan with a cough, and my fingers clench and unclench at my side.
I can see it, though, the way Mads looks up at me to check that this is okay, that this is something I want.
In the months we’ve been together, we’ve gotten our communication down to a science.
I don’t tap three times on my thigh. I don’t pull him back by his hair. I don’t safe-word.
I just arch a brow at him and spread my legs wider.
“Sorry,” I murmur, rocking my hips against the feel of Mad’s tongue delving and licking against me while his fingers twist, working that spot he’d already been playing with for a near half hour’s worth of edging.
Whatever conversation Zandy wants to have, it better be short if he doesn’t want to be around for the finale. “You sound excited.”
There’s a few seconds of silence, and then he lets out what I can only say is the most masculine squeal I’ve ever heard in my life.
The only good thing is it’s loud enough to cover the low groan that rips from my throat when Maddox gives one more flex of his fingers before standing up.
He makes a show of grabbing the lube beside the bed and slicking his cock.
Every movement is deliberate, every action seeking permission that I grant as I slant down and shift my hips to give him better access.
He looks down at me, at my worked hole and my eager expression, like he’s seeing heaven… and then he slides his cock inside me, and I have to bite my lip hard enough that I taste copper to keep from letting Zander know exactly what’s going on.
“W-what was that?” I say, because I know he said something, but for the life of me all I can hear is my heartbeat thundering at the back of my throat as Maddox starts to fuck me in slow, steady thrusts that threaten to knock the breath from my chest.
“I said I’m getting married.”
Oh.
“Oh shit,” I whisper, and I’m not sure if it’s at the image of scary boyfriend—fiancé now?—scary fiancé Kerian proposing, or because Maddox grabs one of my legs and draws it up along the length of his chest so he can plant a warm kiss on my ankle as he keeps moving. “That’s amazing, Zandy. When?”
“I have no idea… honestly, I’m not in charge of any of it. I swear Kerian has a wedding planner book stashed under his pillow. Total groomzilla.”
Wow, he sounds… really… really in love. Happier than I’ve ever heard him.
I want to tell him that I’m happy too, that I’ve been happy.
I haven’t kept my relationship a secret out of fear…
it’s more that I’ve been enjoying having it all to myself.
I have to bite back another low sound when a broad hand wraps around my cock and starts to pump in time with the thrusts that are threatening to give away what I’m doing.
The orgasm from earlier is roaring toward the surface again, and I know I’m not going to be able to hold it back this time.
It’s even worse, because Zander’s been babbling this entire time about Kerian and caterers, something about a venue and people going missing…
and every bit of it has gone in one ear and out the other, because I’m caught up in the way it looks to watch Maddox’s cock disappear inside me over and over, the way he’s watching me like I’m his entire world.
Just like he’s mine.
“I’m really happy for you, Zandy.” I manage to get it out, just a little strangled, and then stuff my fingers into my mouth to stop myself from crying out as I come.
It’s almost painful, not making any sound…
but it’s so worth it when Mad’s eyes light up and his head falls back.
I watch pleasure roar across his body, silent and creeping along his skin.
He’s better at hiding his noises, but he still bites down on my ankle hard enough that I let out a little whine as he fucks us both through the pleasure that leaves me painting my stomach in stripes of cum.
“—thought you could sit on my side, though Kerian’s talking about all the guests needing to wear matching colors. Who does that?”
“I… yeah…” I pant, “Totally weird.”
“Who are you talking to, Dimples?” I recognize Kerian’s voice in the background, and then I feel my soul leave my body when he adds. “And why are they heavy breathing in your ear like they just got fucked?”
Oh my God, does he have me on speakerphone?
“Uh, hi Kerian. It’s Luca. Congratulations on the engagement.” There’s a pause where I suck in my breath so I don’t keep heavy breathing while Maddox dips between my legs and starts licking at the mess he just made.
Finally, Kerian lets out what I can only say is a happy rumble as he speaks. “Thanks.” And then, “Seriously, though, what are you doing?”
I bite back another groan. “I was just getting ready to go out. Mark me down as attending the wedding.” I need to get off the phone before the thorough way Maddox is licking and lapping at my hole gives me away. If it hasn’t already.
Thankfully, the word wedding seems to be some sleeper signal for Kerian.
“Are you bringing a guest?” he asks, and then…
“Shit, you look like you’d be a vegetarian.
I need to check with the caterer.” There’s another noise, like one broad body knocking against another…
and then the unmistakable sound of kissing.
“Does talking about the wedding really get you that horny?” Zander is… I think he’s trying to whisper, but he does a really bad job of it. There’s another sound, and then a soft, “Oh, fuck.”
“You’re still on the phone, Zander.” Kerian doesn’t sound like he cares.
Neither does Zander, judging by the way he groans and then lets out a low laugh. “I’ll email you an invite, Lucs. I… mmm…”
I can’t quite make out what Kerian says, but it’s something with the words “naked” and “on your knees,” and I am so ready to be off the phone.
“Talk to you later, Zandy.” I hang up before I have to hear whatever is happening on the other end of the line, and throw my phone across the room just as Maddox pulls back from between my legs, his lips glistening with saliva and cum and his eyes burning with heat.
“You’re a menace,” I murmur.
“What did Braithe want?” he asks, though he seems more interested in dipping his head so he can run his tongue along the line of my hip, nipping at the sensitive skin until I squirm.
“He’s getting married.” I grin as the man I love slides up the length of my body and presses a warm kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“To Slade?”
“Yeah,” I let out another pleased sound as he kisses me again, feeding me the taste of our combined pleasure on his tongue.
I’m breathless when he pulls back, but I know what I want to ask.
Kerian wanted to know if I was bringing someone, after all.
“What do you say, Professor?” I nuzzle against the curve of his jaw. “Do you want to be my plus one?”
THE END