Epilogue
Logan
One week later…
“So you never want a dog?”
“I mean, they’re kinda dirty, Logan.”
“So am I—I thought you liked me that way.”
“That’s different,” he grumbles, turning his face towards the window so I can’t witness him blush.
“What if I promise to bathe it regularly? They’re not that dirty when you keep up on the grooming. I had this dog growing up who even wiped his paws on the mat before he came inside.” He also ate his own poo, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Logan, you want to raise an actual animal in the apartment we share with other guys? There’s no way.”
“No, not in the apartment. I meant in the future, when we get a house or whatever. We can make sure we have a huge yard.” My house was dinky as hell growing up, but the property was big, and it was nonstop fun. I want my kids to have that same luxury.
I risk a look and find him staring at me.
“What?”
“You think about our future?”
Oh. Now I’m the one blushing. “Well, yeah.” It feels natural to assume that we have one. I mean, that’s what this is—the beginning of the rest of my life. So, yeah. I think about what that looks like, what I hope it becomes.
He sighs, the sound of it more moony than what I usually get from him.
“Okay. We can get a dog.”
It was way easier to convince him than I expected. “You’re the best.” I grab his hand and bring it to my lips.
“I know.”
I grin. He has a right to be smug.
“Ugh! He’s in your spot again!”
Jax’s car is parked where mine usually goes, but I’m not as bothered by it as my little vampire is. There are more than enough free spaces in the lot for me to park elsewhere. “Well, that’s it. We gotta kick his ass now,” I say flippantly, trying to emphasize how ridiculous his overreaction is.
“It’s rude, Logan! He’s a guest.”
“Look, I can park right here.” Exactly one spot over.
“I’m adding it to the list.”
I roll my eyes. “Good idea, love.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
He rushes out of the truck the second we stop moving.
I know that this whole Jax situation is getting on his nerves, but I also know that he doesn’t really mind him that much.
He hangs out with Jax even more than Cade does now.
And there’s no way he’s going to kick him out while he has nowhere else to go.
Despite what some believe, he has a pretty big heart.
Plus, I think Baby likes having an excuse to keep me in his room.
Still. Things would be a lot easier to deal with if Jax actually tried to follow some of Baby’s rules.
I’m a little surprised that Baby doesn’t immediately start his lecture when he walks inside, but then I spot Jax in the kitchen. He’s a lot less annoying when he’s feeding us.
“Butter chicken!” Jax says excitedly before either of us actually has the chance to ask what it is he’s making. “Smells good, huh?”
Baby sighs, this one a little more like the ones I’m used to. “Yes.”
“I made the naan from scratch, too. The chicken isn’t done yet, but come try this.”
Baby goes willingly, the anger from before almost completely gone. I’m pretty sure all will be forgiven once he eats.
∞∞∞
“Say please.”
I know before he even opens his mouth that my bratty baby won’t do it.
He’s got tears running down his cheeks, swollen lips, and his pretty cock standing tall as it begs for some attention.
Baby hasn’t come once, not a single time, and it’s all he wants in the world right this very moment—but he won’t say the one thing that ensures he gets to.
“Make me.” He sniffles, my poor boy, too stubborn to give in. I look between his legs and see a bit of cum spilling out of his loosened hole. I use the tip of my finger to scoop it up before shoving right back where it belongs.
He flinches at the invasion, the short chains keeping his wrists bound to his thighs straining as he writhes against the touch. I give him just the tip, keeping him open as I stroke myself.
His hips lift in a desperate attempt to force me inside him, but it doesn’t work. He’s adorably needy, so hungry for dick that he’s losing his mind. Perfect in every way.
“I love you,” I tell him because I really fucking do. “My good boy,” I say because he is, even when he’s trying so hard not to be. He turns me on, gets me all hot and bothered, and sometimes all it takes is a look. A laugh, a smile. Baby is so fucking tempting that I have to thrust.
Just once. It’s shallow and over in less than a second, but he lets out a shattered breath at the tease, and I know it’s all over.
“Please,” he whispers on his very next breath, his body going limp as he finally gives in.
I sink into him slowly, not stopping until my hips are pressed against him, and then go still.
I have to undo the straps around his wrists before I lean over him because his hands should be on me, holding me.
When our lips are close enough to touch, I thank him.
I was tormenting both of us, and it was he who ended our suffering.
“Logan, please.” He cries out, the sound a direct contrast to the way I gently slide in and out of him. It’s not enough, not for him. “Harder,” he demands, getting bossy now that he’s not bound.
It’s cute enough that I do as I’m told. His mouth opens in a silent cry as I fuck into him roughly.
His fingertips dig into my shoulder blades, clinging to me like he’s afraid I’ll stop.
There’s no way I could. I drive into him over and over, not stopping until I feel him spasming around my cock and ringing mine dry.
“Fuck.” I collapse on top of him, a sweaty mess that he accepts willingly.
“Kinda feels like I’ll never walk again.”
“That’s okay. I can carry you anywhere you want to go.”