Epilogue
STREETER
Six months later…
“Slow down,” I whisper in Remi’s ear. He whimpers and leans his head back against my shoulder, his body slick with sweat. “I’ll get you there. Just enjoy it, baby.”
Remi chuckles huskily and I groan, his tight hole gripping my shaft. “I am,” he pants. “I’m enjoying it too much. I need to come, Street. Please.”
I reach around and wrap my hand loosely around his cock, jerking him in time to my slow thrusts inside him. I don’t put enough pressure on his shaft to get him off, making him groan in frustration. “You can hold out a little longer. You wanted this, remember?”
He whines, the sound strangled. “When I said edging,” he breathes, leaning more heavily against me. “I thought it was just when you gave me head. Not… fuck… not this.”
Over the past six months, Remi has been bringing me his deepest fantasies from the books he reads.
So far, we’ve knocked out exhibitionism, primal play, and bondage.
Some things Remi likes more than others, some things he doesn’t like at all.
He thought about consensual non consent, but after what Trevor and his dumbass friends tried to do to him, he’s hesitant.
I told him if he never wants to try it, we won’t.
I don’t care how we’re together, just that we are.
I bite into his shoulder, making him cry out, then I lick over the area, taking away the sting.
Edging was next on Remi’s list, but I don’t think he likes it as much in practice as he does in theory.
Grinning against his flesh, I say, “I think this counts as edging, Hummingbird.”
“Streeter,” he whines, rolling his hips onto my cock. “Please.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, wrapping my hand snugly around his dick. He knows I love it when he begs. He always sounds so sweet, so fucking eager to take me.
Grabbing his hip with my free hand, I thrust up into him, fucking him hard enough to make his teeth clatter.
Remi’s moans get higher and higher in pitch the closer he gets to release. I’ve been edging him for close to two hours, so when he comes, he’ll—
“Mmmfuck, Streeter,” is Remi’s only warning before his back bows and wave after wave of his release coats my hand and his belly. His body trembles with the force of his orgasm, his voice giving out on a shout.
I fuck him through it, keeping my own orgasm at bay until he’s boneless.
“Feels… so… good,” Remi mewls, lying against me lazily. “Come, please. I want you to fill me up until I’m drowning in it.”
Kissing his neck, I thrust home three more times before I’m spilling, painting his walls with my spend.
Remi sighs, reaching behind himself to sink his fingers into my hair. “You’re always so perfect.”
I grin as I run my fingers through his cum. When they’re coated, I stuff them in my mouth, tasting his essence. Remi turns to me and gives me an awkward, messy kiss, and I push some of his release into his mouth. He hums and swallows, diving back in for more.
When we’ve had our fill, I break the kiss and pull out of him so I can rearrange him on my lap. My release leaks out of him, making a mess on my thigh. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You know,” he murmurs, looking at me through his lashes. “I can’t tell you I want you to edge me when we’re supposed to have company. I just wanna take a nap now.”
I chuckle and kiss his forehead. “We still have…” I glance over my shoulder at the ugly clock shaped like a chicken Remi insisted we get. “An hour and a half before Quill and Camden come. Well, Camden might come early. For some reason, he likes to impress your friend with his punctuality.”
Remi snorts. “Don’t tease Camden. He’s trying.”
I will give Cam an A for effort in that category. No matter how many times Quill gives him attitude, Cam never stops complimenting him. He’s no longer trying to shoot his shot, since Quill has given him a hard no, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to get his attention.
“It’s pointless,” I say, kissing Remi on the nose. “Quill told him no. Now he’s just making a fool of himself.”
Remi has a secret smile on his face when he says, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
Even though I try to ply what he knows out of him, Remi’s lips are zipped.
“Fine,” I mutter, kissing him quickly before tossing him onto the couch beside me. He makes an “eep!” noise and glares playfully at me. “I’ll figure it out soon enough.”
“Maybe,” he says cheekily. “Come on, let’s shower. I have that body scrub I told you about.”
My ears perk up. “The one that makes your legs all smooth?”
“That’s the one.”
I hurry into the bathroom behind him, catching Remi around the waist before he can enter, and pulling him back to plant a kiss on the side of his neck where I sucked one of my marks into him. He laughs high and sweet, swatting me on the arm.
After his lease was up at his apartment in the city, Remi moved in with me. My place isn’t much, but it’s big enough for the two of us, and we’re comfortable. We might move elsewhere in another year or so, but right now, we’re good.
He’s brought a lot of life to my tiny cabin.
Where there was barely anything in here to signify it was occupied, Remi has brought plants, pictures, stupid clocks, and those doilies he makes us all use for the coffee table.
He even got us one of those stupid advent calendars when it’s nowhere near Christmas.
I give him shit for it, but I secretly love it.
He made my house a real home. I’ve never had a home before.
We get in the shower and I wash Remi with the body scrub. When he has his legs wrapped around my neck tonight while I’m eating his ass, they’ll be silky smooth.
After he’s washed and clean, I take him out of the shower and dry him off. Remi sighs, looking down at me with so much emotion it almost makes me choke.
I know Remi loves me. He’s loved me since that first time he got on his knees for me when I buried an ax in Trevor’s face.
But after everything that asshole had done to him, he’s hesitant to tell me.
I’ve been waiting him out. It looks like the words want to claw up Remi’s throat and burst free, but he’s keeping them buried inside for some reason.
The police have pretty much given up on finding Trevor. They found the bodies of Trevor’s friends exactly how we wanted them to—in different parts of the cave, so it looked as if Trevor hunted them down.
We dumped Trevor in a part of the cave that has a deep, abandoned mine shaft not many people know about, so we weren’t worried he’d be found. And if he was? They had no evidence that Remi or any of us did anything. He’s free, in the clear, away from that asshole who tried to take his innocence.
“Are you happy, Remington?” I ask as I dry his feet. “Here, with me?”
“Very,” he says with a sigh. “I mean, we’ll have to move soon so I can get a job, but I love it here.”
Job prospects aren’t that high here. He graduated from school with his degree in literature, and there aren’t any jobs just lying around for him.
But he says he has a nest egg and we don’t have to pay much rent since I work for Mr. Wilson, so we can hang out and fuck and talk and love each other without worry.
“We can talk about that later when Cam and Quill leave.” As if on cue, there’s a knock at the door. “Fucking Cam.” I quickly slide on a pair of basketball shorts, then pull him closer to me, planting kisses all over his face.
Remi giggles and swats at me again. “Get the door while I get dressed.”
“Yeah, okay.” I kiss him one more time. “Love you. Hurry up.”
Before I can head off, Remi grabs me by the arm to stop me leaving. I turn to him, taking in his wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “You… wait. What?”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Don’t make it a thing. I love you, you love me, the end.”
“Yeah, okay. I love you back,” he breathes, a lilt in his voice. “You’ve always known, haven’t you?”
Grinning, I kiss him one more time, never getting enough of the taste of his lips. “Of course, I have. You can’t hide anything from me, Hummingbird.”
“I know. Though I really didn’t try hard, huh?” There’s a relieved gleam in his eyes, like he’s glad I said it first. Whatever he needs to finally admit his feelings. I was getting antsy.
“Not at all, Rem.”
Cam knocks on the door again, and I roll my eyes and leave Remi in the bathroom so he can get dressed.
I open the door and give my friend a deadpan look. “You’re early.”
“Quill here?” he asks, stepping around me and looking around.
“No, you fool.” He claps hands with me and he goes to sit on the couch. “When he gets here, make sure you open the door for him, yeah?”
Cam gives me a dry look. “Do not go in there and fuck your boyfriend.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say over my shoulder and step into the bathroom to help Remi get dressed.
Once he’s presentable—and after a quick hand job that has his knees buckling as he spurts over my fist—I turn us around to the mirror so I can stare at our reflections. Remi is fucking perfect. I never would have thought I’d find my future because I was pissed off about Mariah Carey.
Almost like he can’t help himself, he says, “I love you, Streeter.”
I grin at him and kiss the top of his head. “I know.”
“Ugh, wait,” he groans. “Why do I love you again?”
“Have you seen me, Hummingbird?”
“Go away,” he mutters with a smile. Another knock sounds at the door. “Come on, let’s go before Quill cuts Camden for his incessant flirting.”
Before we leave, I tug him close and kiss him soundly. “I love you too, Hummingbird. Forever.”
Remi sighs and stands on his tiptoes to give me another kiss. “Come on, I have to rescue my best friend from yours.”
I follow him out of the bathroom, watching how he walks over to Quill and gives him a long hug.
When I met him in the general store, he looked stiff, like he was bottling up all his hurt and pain and pasting on a brave face for Trevor. Now he looks light, beautiful, and happy.
I’ll do what I can to make sure he stays that way.
Free. Like a hummingbird.
THE END