Epilogue
FLYNN
“God,” Jules bit out between breaths before he practically fell off me and flopped onto the sleeping bag.
“Told you it would be worth the wait,” I said. I prepared myself for Jules to disagree with me because he seemed bound and determined to get his way even when I was right. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out his plan despite him trying to make it sound like it’d been my idea to fuck him in every room, on every piece of furniture, and even on the floor of his penthouse apartment. There’d been no reason to argue with him about who was in control because whether he got his way or not, we’d both end up just like we were right now—lying boneless as we enjoyed every second of our post-orgasmic bliss.
We’d stayed in New York for several months so that Jules could finish the process of forcing his father and cousin out of the family business before putting that same business in the capable hands of his staff. They were people Jules trusted; people who had been working for Ray Graves for years and had wanted to keep running the business the way he had. I’d told Jules we could stay in New York permanently if that was what he wanted, but he’d been champing at the bit to get out of the city. We hadn’t made any specific plans for the future, but returning to Black Hills Ranch was at the top of the list.
BJ had gotten plenty of rest and pampering at the hands of several well-paid stable hands who worked for a small equestrian center in Central Park that typically boarded carriage horses and horses that belonged to wealthy patrons. Even if Jules hadn’t been paying them three times their normal fee to spend extra time with my horse, BJ still would have charmed his way into their graces. He had a way of doing that. Between me, Jules, and an incredibly intuitive Banana Jammies, BJ always got the last word, though I wasn’t even sure how that was possible.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t been hankering to teach Jules that he wasn’t always right. When he’d learned that the plan had been to ride back to the ranch on BJ and that the trip would take up to five months, he’d lost it. I’d decided to have a little fun with my soulmate by withholding sex because he wouldn’t take my word for it that he’d enjoy the journey. Luckily, I’d only had to follow through on my ultimatum for a week. Despite his complaints while we’d been holed up in his apartment, he hadn’t had even one negative thing to say once we left the city limits and entered the untamed areas that Mother Nature still had a tight grip on. I’d nearly given up on my promise to withhold sex, but held firm only because I’d been waiting for the perfect time to show Jules why I’d wanted him to ride at least part of the way back to the ranch.
Tonight had been that perfect time. The air had been cool enough to ease the heat and sweat coming off our bodies as we’d fucked. I’d found a spot where there was practically no chance of us being discovered. Our background music was the sound of a babbling brook and the little forest critters calling out to each other.
Neither of us had lasted very long. When Jules had seized control and climbed on top of me so he could ride my dick however he wanted, I’d happily conceded. It didn’t matter who was where… I always came out on top because being with Jules left me physically and emotionally fulfilled. My sexual needs were always sated and I had no doubt that Jules loved me as much as I loved him when he clung to me afterwards. He’d been telling me he loved me countless times just by looking at me a certain way or by offering up an intimate but not sexually charged caress. I saw it in his eyes when he woke up in my arms every morning and when he drifted off to sleep every night.
“Oh wow,” Jules said in disbelief when he got a glimpse of the night sky for the first time. We’d started making love while the sun had begun its descent below the horizon and now we were being greeted by a clear sky alight with hundreds, probably even thousands of stars. The moon was completely full and unfettered by even a single cloud. “Definitely worth the wait,” Jules commented as he snuggled up against me and stared at the sky. “Definitely worth the wait,” he repeated, but this time I could feel his eyes on me. He levered himself up enough that he could kiss me. “Have I told you how much I love you today?”
“Well, let’s see. You said you loved how the trees were like a mysterious maze, you loved being on BJ’s back again, you loved that waterfall we mistakenly thought would be warm enough for a quick swim, you loved the doe and her two fawns?—”
Jules kissed me deeply. “I love you so much, Flynn. Forever,” he said in all seriousness.
“I know you do. I feel it in here,” I responded as I pressed his hand against my chest so he could feel the scar. “I feel it in everything you say and do, even when you’re being a giant pain in my ass.”
Jules chuckled and settled his body so his upper half was pressed up against me in a way that he could still see the stars. “I think I could get used to this,” he said.
“Even using all of Mother Nature’s elements to… take care of business?”
“Okay, that will take some getting used to.”
“So this probably wouldn’t be the best time to tell you I have a roll of toilet paper in one of the packs on my saddle?” I asked.
“Tell me you’re joking,” Jules said. When I didn’t respond, he lifted himself so he could look me in the eye again. “Flynn, tell me you’re joking.”
I shifted my eyes from his, but he wasn’t buying the innocent act. I could tell he was on the verge of one of his freak-out moments, which would ultimately be a good thing because I was really good at distracting Jules when it came to those moments. “Before you lose your shit, no pun intended, I should also tell you that I already agreed to give the kids naming rights for your horse. Alex got to go first this time and last I heard, the name he and Alicia seemed to settle on was Douglas Dickie.”
“Douglas Dickie?” Jules nearly shouted. “I have to name my beautiful new girl Douglas Dickie? What kind of TV shows are these kids watching?” I chuckled because I’d already shown Jules a picture of the mare I’d bought him. After sobbing in my arms for ten minutes straight as he’d repeatedly apologized for leaving me, Jules began talking so fast about all the things he could do to bring some color to make his dream girl’s gorgeous eyes ‘pop’ he’d nearly missed my announcement that I’d promised the kids naming rights.
“Look at the bright side,” I said as I eased Jules down for a kiss. I gave him a peck on the lips. “We can call her Double Ds for short.” When Jules opened his mouth to yell at me again, I took advantage and kissed him until he was putty in my hands.
“Banana Jammies and Douglas Dickie,” Jules said on a moan when I let him come up for air. “We’re not calling her Double Ds,” he continued. “The only Double Ds I’ve ever been interested in is in porno vid?—”
“How about DD?” I offered.
“DD,” Jules said as if testing the name. He smiled wide. “That’ll work.”
“So you won’t think of two dicks at once every time you say her name?”
“No, but if I do think of that, it’ll be because you and I watched a movie where those initials happened to be relevant.”
The mere suggestion of watching porn with Jules had my entire body coming back to life in an instant. I rolled him over so that I was on top of him. Jules automatically spread his legs. “I don’t suppose you can describe any particular favorite pornos to me.”
Jules smiled his sweet yet diabolical smile. “I can do you one better,” he said. He gave me a shove. I did what he wanted and rolled us again so he was back on top. He teased me with little pecks along my jawline. In between those pecks, he said the magic words I hadn’t even known I needed to hear when it came to his porno fantasies.
“I can show you,” Jules said before kissing me deeply. As soon as I tried to take over the kiss, Jules broke it. “For this first one, I do have to be on top.”
I could live with that.
Jules kissed me again. This time he kept it up until my dick was leaving sticky spots of pre-cum on his ass. Jules rocked his hips against my shaft a few times before he suddenly said, “Hang on. I forgot. I’m going to need a few things for this particular demonstration.”
“Are you kidding me?” I growled as he hopped off of me and disappeared.
I rubbed my dick as I waited for Jules to return. When he did, he was wearing the new pink ‘blingy’ cowboy boots I’d bought him before we’d left. The spurs he’d insisted on purchasing were on the boots. I’d explained that there was no need for spurs when it came to riding BJ, but he’d refused to change his mind.
Now I knew why.
He hadn’t bought them to use on my horse.
The only other thing he was wearing was my cowboy hat.
“What do you know?” I said as Jules lowered himself until he was straddling me again. “My very own hot cowboy. Nice.”
“Wait, you haven’t seen the best part.” Jules lifted the rope I kept looped over the horn of my saddle. My body jerked at the sight. Dear God, a nearly naked Jules, spurs, and me trussed up however he liked? No way was I going to survive this. I was about to tell Jules that when he put his finger to his mouth like he was deep in thought.
“You don’t by chance have handcuffs, do you? And a whip?”
I nearly choked on my own tongue. I took the rope and tossed it aside, then rolled Jules onto his back again and used one hand to lift his ass so I could angle him the way I wanted. I pushed into his already slick body in one hard thrust. “We’ll save the rope for next time and I’ll google the nearest location of an adult toy store in the morning.”
Jules nodded frantically. When he made a move to take his hat off, I said, “Leave it on.” I rewarded his compliance with another hard thrust. I stopped and then dropped my lips so they were nearly touching his. “Leave the boots and spurs on too.”
“Yeehaw,” Jules said with a grin. It was the last word either of us spoke. If there was anyone nearby, all they heard was the jangle of spurs as I fucked Jules. When he inadvertently jabbed the things into my ass, that just made me fuck him harder. By the time we came, we were both breathless again. Since I wasn’t quite ready to pull out of him, I reached for the edge of the sleeping bag and pulled it over our bodies. Jules was on the verge of falling asleep.
“Love you,” he murmured and then he was out.
I smiled and kissed him gently.
I’d always known loving Jules would be easy, but now I knew something else.
Being with Jules was going to be the ride of my life. Of both our lives.
And I, for one, couldn’t wait.
The End