28. Epilogue #2
Tony finally pulled off Bronx’s over-sensitive cock and came up to a sitting position.
Bronx leaned toward Tony and took no prompting to sweetly kiss his man.
He could taste a lot of himself inside Tony’s mouth and his dick gave a valiant twitch of interest to try and rally again for another orgasm, but a second happy ending would have to wait.
They had another thirty minutes of drive-time before they reached the secret location and Bronx couldn’t wait to get there.
“Jesus, I love you, baby,” Bronx sighed the words when their mouths finally separated.
“I’m crazy in love with you, too,” Tony said. “When I think about us I feel so much excitement for the future. It’s the first time I’ve felt this way.”
“I’ll never have regrets about having you in my life,” Bronx admitted. “I do wish it hadn’t taken so long for us to arrive at this point but I know you’re the man I’m meant to be with.”
“The journey to get here and even the setbacks along the way were worth it. Every bit of it made us stronger,” Tony said.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the fighting and name-calling which I bet sounds crazy but it honestly brought us closer.
On some days I looked forward to it because it was fun. ”
“You seriously miss the name-calling and fighting?” Bronx asked. He wrapped his fingers around the back of Tony’s neck and squeezed firmly. “Calamari misses being called a dumbass?”
Tony shrugged. “Maybe miss isn’t the right word to use,” he laughed.
“Oh, I definitely think you missed the fuck out of the verbal sparring,” Bronx said with a wide grin. His fingers scraped up the back of Tony’s scalp until it reached the tied knot of the blindfold. In one quick motion he had the material removed from Tony’s head.
The sudden change in lighting made Tony wince. He glanced around them to check out their surroundings and then his attention swung back to an abnormally silent Bronx. “Everything okay?” he asked Bronx.
Bronx pressed another soft kiss to Tony’s lips. “We are perfection like this,” Bronx whispered.
“There will no doubt be fights between us in the years to come,” Tony detailed. “Sometimes nasty and probably come with insults tossed between us but I’m okay with that.”
“It’s normal behavior for couples and I’m confident we’ll be adults about it when it does happen and talk our way through it,” Bronx said.
Bronx held Tony’s gaze. His soft hazel orbs made Bronx’s heart stutter in his chest. There was heat in them but he wasn’t ready to act on it.
The moment was stunningly flawless, with the sun dipping behind the mountain range across the valley and the beautiful wash of dusk painting the sky with pastel colors of pinks, blues, oranges, and reds.
It made the sky look ablaze and Bronx’s breath hitched.
This would be another one of life’s memorable moments.
A precipice he’d somehow managed to climb and didn’t ever want to leave because the view was pretty damn incredible.
“You okay?” Tony questioned when Bronx became too introspective and quiet.
“I’ve never felt better,” Bronx admitted. “Moments like this just make me think, is all.”
“About what, babe?” Tony prodded. “Should I be concerned?”
Bronx shook his head and swallowed hard.
“Not at all. It’s . . . well we’ve already been through so much,” he said quietly.
“You’ve saved my life far too many times, lifted me up when I needed it, and corrected me when I was acting like a spoiled brat.
You’ve filled my heart with pure joy and I love the life we’ve created.
We are truly meant to be together in this life.
You’re my forever. No matter what the future holds, I want you beside me to share it. ”
“Jesus, Rory, I. . .”
“I’m not done,” Bronx interrupted him. “I’m pretty sure you already know where my speech is heading but I want to ask you properly, so here goes. Will you marry me and share forever?”
Tony adjusted his head to be eye-level with Bronx. “Baby, I want nothing more than to call you mine and make this legal in the eyes of everyone who matters to us. I will marry you a hundred times, whenever and wherever you want. I’m yours.”
“Seriously?”
“Hell, yes.”
“You don’t think I’m asking too soon?”
“Rory, we’ve known each other for over a decade,” Tony explained. “I don’t think that’s acting too quickly at all.”
Bronx pulled the engagement ring off his finger and reached for Tony’s hand to slide the cool metal band down his ring finger.
“Since you said yes, there’s only one more detail left to make this official.
This ring represents my promise to you that I am yours, completely, loyally, and for eternity. ”
“Jesus, this is gorgeous,” Tony remarked as he adjusted the band on his finger. “When can we get started on forever?”
Bronx was about to reply when he saw a sudden flash of color and sat up straighter in his seat to check his rearview mirror. “Holy fuck! There’s a cop pulling in behind us.”
“Do you have a map in the glovebox?” Tony quickly asked, while his hand was already reaching for the button to open the compartment.
He looked inside the storage space and removed what looked like it would pass as a map while Bronx did his best to stuff his still hard dick back into his pants but only managed to do half the job and it was mediocre at best at concealing much.
“Rory, calm down. We’re not drug runners or part of a cartel,” Tony said. “When the officer knocks on your window tell him we feared we were lost and pulled over to check our map.”
“You know that’s not a real map, right?” Bronx pointed out. “It’s just the freebie thing the car rental place gives to customers to get them off their lot as fast as possible.”
“Not the time to be splitting hairs, Rory. Just answer his questions clearly and succinctly and keep your replies brief and simple. No need for long explanations with miles of details,” Tony said.
“Got it,” Bronx said and nodded.
Tony hurriedly scanned Bronx’s appearance, then his gaze lifted to meet Bronx’s. “I can still see your cock,” Tony said. “Try to close the flaps a little bit more.”
“I’m out of time and besides, I’m still too hard to tuck everything away without hurting myself,” Bronx explained. “I don’t know about you, but my dick doesn’t bend in half when it’s stiff as an oak tree.”
“Shhh! Here he comes!” Tony stage whispered his warning with a surprising amount of sternness. “Remember, speak calmly and concisely and no sudden moves with your hands.”
A few seconds later the cop tapped on the driver’s side window with his bare knuckles. Bronx pressed the button to lower the window and weakly smiled at the cop. It was the longest couple of seconds he’d ever suffered through. Finally the officer began to speak.
“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” the cop began.
“Are you aware you’re parked on private property?
I pulled up behind you to make sure you weren’t sticking around for long.
The property owner’s security cameras picked up the movement and their security people called it in to the police department along with the footage.
” The officer did an expedited visual inspection of the SUV’s interior then his gaze paused briefly on Bronx’s lap before he continued his speech. “License and registration, please.”
Tony nodded at the cop and slowly opened up the glovebox to retrieve the registration for the rental while keeping his hands visible the entire time.
Bronx did the same by easing his wallet from his back pocket and removing his license.
Tony handed his document to Bronx and watched while Bronx passed both requested items over to the waiting police officer to inspect.
“Mr. Alauson, what has you this far north of the Los Angeles area?” the cop asked.
“I, um, ah. . . ”
“Officer, if I could introduce myself,” Tony interrupted. “My name is Tony Cavalari and I work for a private security company called Ventura Security which is based in LA. I’m escorting my principal to his work retreat.”
“Private security?” the officer questioned. “Do you have any weapons in the car or holstered?”
“Just my Glock 22 service pistol and it is holstered under my left arm,” Tony said.
“And you’re licensed for a concealed carry and have the documentation with you to prove it?”
“Yes, sir. I do,” Tony detailed. “It’s stored in my backpack on the backseat, if you’d like to see it.”
“Nope, not necessary,” the officer said. “I can tell you’re either retired military or ex-law enforcement, so I’m going to trust you’re telling me the truth.”
“Thank you, sir,” Tony said.
The officer redirected his attention back to Bronx. “Your face looks . . . familiar. Do I know you?”
Bronx glanced at Tony who nodded. “It’s okay to tell him.”
“My stage name is Bronx and I’m the bass player for the rock band Black Ice.”
“I knew it!” the cop said excitedly. “I love your music, man. Oh, and how’s your head? Me and the rest of my buddies were all shitting our pants when we heard what happened.”
“I’m fully recovered but need some R&R before we get back to our Vegas residency,” Bronx answered.
“Which explains your trip away from L.A.,” the officer said, “and where is this place located?”
“Southern Oregon, up in the mountains,” Bronx explained. “I’d rather not be more specific than that because only three people other than myself—soon to be four once my guard sees it—who knows I own this house.”
Beside Bronx, Tony’s face lit up. The secret location they were headed had been revealed—long before Bronx wanted it to be, and all thanks to this nosy cop. But there was nothing he could do about it now.