Epilogue
Evan
I let myself into Luca’s studio from the back entrance and put several bags of food in the small fridge Luca uses for water bottles and health drinks. I’d spent the afternoon with Dream, and he’d sent me home with dinner from the restaurant.
Which is good My cooking skills have improved a little bit since the cabin. I can do more than heat soup, but I don’t want to spend tonight chopping vegetables and simmering something on the stove.
The only thing I want to heat up tonight is Luca.
We haven’t seen each other in almost a week.
I’ve been out of town trying to get a break on my story about the pastor of a mega-church in Tennessee that I suspect is involved in a bunch of serious crimes, including illegal ties to both the Reivers and Patriots Now.
Unfortunately, I keep hitting a brick wall with this story, but I’m confident I’ll get a break soon.
And yes, I just did use confident and me in the same sentence. It’s amazing what attending therapy more consistently and having someone in your life who supports and loves you with no conditions can do for your self-worth.
Luca has helped me work on learning to accept myself for who I am, and I hope I’ve helped him to begin moving on from his past.
I quietly slide open the door to Luca’s large studio.
His advanced class has just finished and Luca is standing there all sweaty in his tight yoga pants and the armless tee that shows off his big, muscly arms. He’s talking to two of his students.
One of them, a tall, good-looking blonde man is obviously flirting with him — hard.
The old me would have let my insecurities take over and automatically assumed that if Luca wasn’t outright cheating on me, he wanted to.
The Evan 2.0 version of me can see the look of polite disinterest on Luca’s face and how he keeps firmly maneuvering himself away from the guy’s touches. Old Evan also wouldn’t have done this:
I go claim my man.
“Your boyfriend’s home,” I call out, strutting up to them.
Luca immediately flips around, the look of polite disinterest vanishing, as his face lights up with pure unmistakable love for me.
It warms me from the outside in.
I call Dream every day and thank him for pushing me to tell Luca I love him that day in the cabin. The life we are building together gives me everything I thought I’d never have. Love. Happiness. Acceptance.
“I missed the hell out of you,” I tell him, as I meet his lips for a kiss that I try to give every ounce of love back to him that he just gave me with that look. From the quiet growl he just made I think I was successful.
When we eventually pull back his clients are still standing there. Funny, I’d forgotten they were still here. Luca puts a possessive arm around me and introduces me as his boyfriend, which always makes my heart give a little kick.
Clearly getting the message that Luca is unavailable, the flirty student and his friend take off. Finally, it’s just me and my boyfriend alone. I immediately step into his arms and when he closes them around me, I let out a long breath and melt into him. I’m home.
“Sorry,” he murmurs into my ear. “I’d hoped I’d have a chance to shower before you got home. I know I’m sweaty.”
I nuzzle into his neck and take a deep breath of him. Masculine and woodsy, It’s pure Luca. “Mmm,” I let out a low, appreciative moan. “I love when you’re hot and sweaty, and mark me with your scent.”
Luca’s grip around me tightens and I can feel him growing hard against me.
I’ve come to fully realize Luca’s possessive streak.
He gets off on marking me, coming on me, and now, scenting me.
His possessive kink both thrills me and satisfies the needy part of me hungry for proof of his place in my life.
This week while I was gone, I kept looking at the small love bite he’d left just above my collarbone, to ground me and remind me of the words he said right before he made it.
“You’re mine, Evan. You’ll always be mine. ”
“Bury me in your scent, Luca,” I plead with him. “Prove to me that I’m yours.”
In seconds Luca turns from loving boyfriend to fierce lover. He claims my mouth and I taste all of his built-up need for me. “You’re damned right I’m gonna prove you’re mine, ”he growls, as he pulls back to meet my gaze. “A week is too fucking long to be away from you.”
He pulls my shirt and chinos off of me in seconds and then quickly shrugs off his clothes to reveal his muscled body. I reach out, unable to resist touching him. My hand caresses the scars made from the culling and I cherish each ridge, each still angry red mark as proof of his survival.
He takes the hand that is touching him, kisses my palm and then and then does a little two-step so he’s standing behind me.
He kisses my neck as one large, rough hand sweeps up across my stomach and ribcage to rest on my chest, and the other hand massages my hip bone.
“Look,” he orders, reminding me we are surrounded by mirrors.
” I want you to watch what I do to you.”
I watch in the mirror as Luca’s hand that had been at my hip moves to my cock and starts jacking it in firm, even strokes His other hand pinches my nipple hard. I cry out as my body jackknifes at the intensity.
“You like watching me touch you? “Luca says, speeding up his strokes. “Seeing what a perfect fit your cock is for my hand. Seeing how tight your nipples get for me?”
“Yeesss,” I barely get out as I start panting.
Watching his hands on me, seeing my reaction to his every touch, every stroke is exciting my body to a fever pitch, but it’s watching Luca as he’s touching me that has me losing control.
There’s fire there, and possession, both of which I savor, but it’s the love for me I see in the mirror as he touches me that totally and completely wrecks me.
I come, spilling onto the studio floor while he takes my weight as his own as I shudder through spasm after spasm of pleasure.
As soon as Luca is sure I can stand on my own two feet, he is down on his knees.
“We don’t have any lube down here, but I’m gonna get you ready for me.
” He spreads my ass cheeks and kisses my hole.
“Mine,” he mutters before diving back in and sending my already pleasure-soaked body into bliss with his tongue.
I should be used to this pleasure he’s giving me.
Luca is a shameless lover and there are no boundaries in a bed shared with him.
As long as I’m safe and I’m able to express consent he is up for anything.
Every time though, when he ravenously eats me out, I’m overcome with how shatteringly good it feels and the forbidden thrill of it, while also being blown away by the sweet intimacy of his lips at my very core.
He licks and kisses my rim until I’m squirming and making nonsensical sounds of need.
As incredible as it feels, I need more. His tongue darts up in a quick, exploratory thrust and I try to move to drive it deeper into me.
I feel a sting as Luca slaps my ass lightly as a reminder of who is in control.
I whimper in protest and he must take pity on me because finally, his tongue begins surging into me over and over again.
When I’m panting again he adds two fingers to make sure I’ll be ready for his cock.
His finger hits my prostrate and my hips jerk.
I could come again, from this, but I try to keep myself from hurtling over the edge.
It’s been one full week since I’ve been with Luca.
I want to come while he’s buried deep inside of me.
Luca must feel the same, because he pulls out of me with a groan, stands up, and hauls me to the mirror.
Braces my arms against it, positions my legs apart so I’m ready for him, and lines himself up so the head of his cock is pushing against my hole.
I press back eager for him to breach me.
He reaches around to grab my cock and begins stroking it and then pushes forward.
Without lube, It burns as Luca forces his cock forward, but after a week of going without this closeness, I welcome the feeling of him filling me up completely.
The mirror shows me his micro-expressions of pleasure as he sinks into me and then when he bottoms out and closes his eyes in intense concentration to fight the urge to move until I’m ready. I start rocking back against him, letting him know I want all he can give me.
He opens his eyes and releases my cock and grips both my hips hard as he begins driving into me.”Fuck,” I cry out, at the unreal goodness of his bare cock moving inside of me.
“I like fucking you into the mirror like this. “He grates out, meeting my eyes in the reflection. You pushing your ass up in the air for me to claim it.” Not breaking our eyeline, he nips my neck. “Watching your eyes glow more amber with every thrust of my cock.”
“I like. Watching. You too. “I manage to pant out as Luca keeps driving into me with more and more force. I start to tremble with need and emotion over what this man holding me and fucking me into oblivion has given me in just six months of knowing him. He’s given me a home.
He's given me a safe space to work on my own demons and self -doubts and, he’s given me his heart.
Suddenly, I need to be even nearer to him.
“Closer,” I cry out, and Luca seems to know exactly what I need.
He presses one hand on my chest and brings me back more tightly against him.
I twist my head back and he kisses me as he continues to piston into me, the new angle sending sharp arcs of electricity through me.
This is my happiness. My joy. Joined in every way we can be. Skin against skin. “I love you,” he says into my mouth. I feel my muscle spasm as my cum explodes onto the mirror. Luca clasps me even tighter and after a couple of violent thrusts comes inside of me, flooding me with his cum.
As Luca pulls out of me and we try to catch our breaths Luca’s hands keep traveling over me.
Almost like he can’t get enough. I get that.
Our lives our great—better than great —fucking fantastic.
But the last several months we’ve been so busy building our life together.
Getting his yoga studio started. Building my freelance career.
Moving into our apartment on top of the studio.
Helping the gang take down Patriots Now.
We haven’t been able to totally focus on each other.
“Do you have classes this weekend?” I ask Luca.
I covered them. You were coming home, and I needed some time with you.” He drops a kiss on my shoulder.
“Great minds think alike,” I mutter, and turn around in his arms. “Let’s grab Jolene and Yogi and go to the cabin in the morning and stay a few days.”
The fire in his eyes tells me he’s a big fan of the idea. He leans down and kisses me.” You. Me. One bed. Can’t get better than that,” he says against my lips.“I agree,” I tell him and kiss him back.
The End