Byron’s Epilogue #3
“I, um… I should’ve reached out sooner,” he mumbles, shifting nervously. It’s interesting, he was always so sweet, kind and quiet. But behind closed doors, he was an entirely different animal. “I know I should’ve, and I’ve felt awful about it for years…”
My brows zip. “Oh…?” It’s all I can say.
“Yea, I mean, what happened between us was… crazy. And I was afraid…” His voice trails.
He doesn’t need to elaborate. I know what he means.
He was afraid of his father.
But how is he thinking he could have reached out?? Did he not know that his father banished me to hell in the middle of the ocean? I guess he wouldn’t… But that thought never crossed my mind until right now.
“I really wanted to reach out, you know?” he murmurs softly, topaz twinkling back at me, like it did so many times in the dark… “I’ve thought about y—”
“There you are!” Trevel’s voice assaults my back, followed instantly by his hands on my shoulders, massaging me as he does, absentmindedly. “Oh good, you haven’t gone in yet.”
Trevel notices that I’m frozen in awkwardness, and he glances at Michelangelo, who’s gaping at him. He cocks his head.
At first, it seems like he might ask who this is… But I think it’s clear from one look…
The dark hair and the bright blue eyes, the pink lips and sharp jawline.
Like a Ren from another dimension.
“Hi.” My boyfriend smiles, though I can see the dark stuff all over his face. “I’m Trevel, Byron’s fiancé.”
He extends his hand to Michelangelo, following a word that wasn’t accurate, though it flowed from his plush lips like the truest thing he’s ever said.
I’m gawking up at him, as is Michelangelo while he takes Trevel’s hand and shakes it slowly.
“Oh… wow.” He coughs. “You’re engaged…? Congrats!”
It’s the most forced compliment ever, but still, I’m not focused on him anymore.
How is he gonna just call me his fiancé like that??
We’re not engaged!
Sure, we talked about it when we were in London, and the thought of asking him gave me the most thrilling sense of fear I’ve ever experienced. But life got in the way, and it slipped my mind…
Okay, that’s bullshit. It’s never far in my mind, but I’m scared.
I’m afraid of anything bad happening to ruin this love that lights up my soul.
Forcing down the confusion, I mutter, “Sorry, baby, this is Michelangelo Russo. The late… Governor Russo’s son. Michelangelo, this is Trevel Fenwick. My…” I gulp. “Fiancé.”
“So lovely to meet you.” Trevel pulls a sickeningly sweet smile.
“Likewise.” Michelangelo’s shock seems to be morphing into something else I don’t want to think about.
“I was so sorry to hear about your father,” Trevel says. “My condolences.”
Michelangelo just nods and stares.
Trevel turns to me. “Baby, I just remembered, I left the stove on.”
I blink at him, arching a brow. “The stove?”
When the hell has he ever used the stove??
“Yea, big mess. Stove on, bacon grease… everywhere. The place is probably burning down, so we should probably—” He nods in the direction of our building. “But it was so nice to meet you, Michael.”
“Michelangelo,” he mutters.
“Hopefully, we get to see you around real soon.” Trevel pats him on the shoulder, then takes my hand. “Come now, beautiful.”
Nodding, I cast one last glance at the man who I’d thought for so long was my first real love. “It was nice… uh, yea.”
“You too.” Michelangelo bites his lip, but I don’t get to see how long he watches us, because my fiancé is dragging me up the block.
Scurrying after him, I hiss under my breath, “Fiancé??”
His jaw is visibly tight. “Yea. So?”
“Well, for starters, we’re not engaged,” I grumble.
“No shit,” he grunts under his breath.
I pull to stop him. “Then why’d you say it?”
Trevel glares down at me, violet eyes glowing with jealousy, insecurity, all of it. “Why not?? Because your precious Michelangelo was there?? What’s wrong with being engaged to me, Byron? Why not me??”
I’ve never felt such flabbergast sprouting from my face. I have no idea what to say to that.
“Ugh, screw you, Byron,” he growls, yanking away to stalk into the building.
I chase after him. “What’s your problem?? Why are you being—”
“What?!” he barks. “What am I being??”
I glance at the doorman, forcing a smile to let him know everything is fine, despite Trevel’s voice echoing throughout the lobby. I drag him inside the elevator, scanning the key for our floor.
“You’re being fucking crazy,” I hum, and his eyes burn with rage.
“Am I??”
“Yea!” I crowd him, pushing him against the wall. He doesn’t back down, because he’s taller than me, and way more stubborn. “You realize you just proposed to yourself, right?”
“Fuck off.” He reaches to push me, but I grab his hands and pin them at his sides. When he whimpers, my dick stiffens. “I don’t want you to ever see him again…”
I cock my head, gaze stuck on his fluttering mouth. “Who do you think you are?”
“Your fucking fiancé ,” he hisses, directly over my lips. “Face it, Byron… You’re going to fucking marry me, because you belong to me.”
“Is that right?” I rumble into him, pushing my rapidly hardening cock into his. He mewls, then nods. “You own me , violet eyes?”
He nods. “Uh-huh.”
“And what makes you think I’d wanna see him again?” I grab his face hard.
He’s shivering so hard he’s practically convulsing. “Y-you l-loved… him.”
“I don’t know that I really did,” I whisper, dragging my erection along his shape. His lashes flutter. “Not like this…”
“Fuck me…” he whines, as the elevator dings.
“You are such a stubborn, bratty thing, aren’t you?” I snarl, dragging him out into the hall. Slamming him up against the door to the penthouse, I drop my hand between his legs, groaning when I feel how big and thick he is. “The best needy little psycho slut ever…”
“ Mmmff … baby, put it in me. Right here…”
I huff, opening the door with one hand while the other continues to fondle him. “You’ve gotten me in enough trouble, bad boy.”
Once inside, things are fast and scorching hot. Our mouths are together, tongues tangling. I stuff my hand inside his pants and fist his big cock, stroking him until he purrs.
“Fffuck yea,” Trevel whines. “Mmm… I love the way you touch me…”
“Yea?” My head is twirling, shaky fingers ripping at our clothes to get them out of the way.
“You touch only me, sweet fury,” he whines.
Shirts off, pants shoved down, I kneel when I pull his to his feet, gazing up at him from the floor, his cock thick and heavy, bobbing and leaking in front of my face.
“You mean I only get this dick?” I rasp, licking and sucking on it.
Trevel’s eyes roll back in his head. “Fuck yea…”
Using my hand, I pull the skin back so I can work his tip over with my tongue, tasting him. “Mmm. Give me that sweet sweet, naughty boy.”
“Uhhhfuck, Byron!” he cries, his cock throbbing into my mouth. I suck it out and swallow with a satisfied hum.
“Oh, baby, that’s so good… Is this the only cum I get to taste?”
“Uh-huh.” He nods, quivering and panting, legs parting wider.
I slide my fingers curiously between his cheeks, and he mewls.
“Forever?” I whisper as I play with his hole.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell, baby, yes… Yes yes yes , I’m yours forever.”
My heart is soaring, sweat breaking out over my flesh. I lick my fingers just enough that I can push them in him a little, middle finger sliding inside. He sucks me right in, and both of our cocks pulse.
“Whose little hole is this?” I growl, lapping at his dick, and his balls, swirling my finger in his tight ass.
“Yours, Byron,” he gasps. “ Mmm -my hole belongs to you.”
“Forever…?” I purr again.
He shudders. “God… yeessss . Sweet fury, will you get in me? I wanna come with you stretching me open…”
“You know I can’t resist you.” I kiss his cock, thrusting my finger inside a few more times before I stand up. “That’s why you act like such a jealous, possessive, crazy fucking brat… Because you know I like it.”
He whines when I hoist him up onto the countertop, pushing his legs open.
“You fucking have me, don’t you, gorgeous boy?” I palm his cock and knead his balls roughly until he arches. Then I grab the nearest thing that could be lube… Some coconut oil. “My pretty little slut wants this cock that he owns inside his tight pussy?”
“God, you’re gonna make me come just t-talking…”
I chuckle, slathering oil onto my inches, then between his cheeks.
“I’m gonna push in, baby…” I growl. “Take all of this big dick at once, okay, violet?”
He’s nodding, crumbling and heaving as I nudge, then grab his hips, and then thrust. One deep push, and I’m settled between his legs with my cock all the way in. His dick is leaving a puddle on his abs, and it’s the sexiest thing ever.
“Ohh, baby… That’s right. Open that warm little hole for your man.”
“Unngghhfuck.” He’s writhing, squirming, squeezing my hands on his hips. “ Fuck it… fuck m-my… spot.”
“God, you’re a beauty, baby.” I pull back then press in, dragging a garbled cry out of him. “Am I fucking you right?”
“ Yes yes yes yes yes , there there, please!”
“I love you so much, Trev,” I whimper, dropping to lick the cum off of his stomach. Then, I force my tongue into his mouth, and he sucks at it greedily. “I can’t believe you’d think I could want anyone else…”
“I’m… s-sorry…
“Yea, you are. Don’t doubt my loyalty, tight, perfect thing.” Kissing him, I’m smacking my hips between his legs, fucking my cock into his hole rough. It’s so tight it’s sucking me, squeezing and gripping.
“I won’t, baby,” he breathes out, fingers in my hair.
“You love me?”
“I— fuuuuck —I love you so much.” Trevel wraps his legs around my waist, getting me as deep as our bodies will allow.
I’m going out of my mind, pumping him full while we groan and growl and sob. I’m getting close, and I can tell he is too by the way his thighs are tightening.
Licking and sucking at his nipples brutally, I purr, “I’m almost there, Trev…”
“Byron… mmff baby, please…”
“Please what?”
“Ask me…” His back arches. “Oh fuck, ask me to marry you, baby… And then come in me. I’m gonna come , sweet… fury…”
I chuckle breathlessly, teasing his dick. The feel of it hard in my hand is going to push me over the edge. “You wanna marry me, gorgeous love?”
He nods.
“You wanna be my husband…?”
“Yes…”
“You want me to breed you ‘cause you’re mine?”
“Uhhhfuck, forever . Forever, Byron… I’m coming!”
His long cock shoots cum all over him, while I milk it out in my fist. Matching his spurts with bucks, I reach my orgasm while he’s still coming, the clamping of his hole welcoming my hot, thick pulses.
“God, Trevel… fuck yea , baby.” I take his left hand in mine and suck his ring finger into my mouth, sucking and sucking on it while I come deep inside him.
“I’m yours I’m yours… I wanna be… your husband.” He melts into a puddle beneath me on the counted.
I’m humming, releasing his finger to kiss his gasping lips. “You’re my prison husband,” I fizzle down, and he snorts.
“I want you to be my actual wife,” he says through a yawn. I grin. “You better ask me one of these days… I’m sick of waiting.”
My thoughts go to the ring in my pocket… The one I’ve been carrying around since we left the island.
“I promise I’ll make you mine forever, Trevel Fenwick.” I kiss him softly, and he hums. “I love you.”
“I love you brighter than a million Times Squares.” He chuckles.
“Moon, and sun…” I whisper the words he said to me, over a year ago. “And all the light between… You’re it for me, baby. No one before you matters.”
He blinks up at me, and whispers, “I know.”
Pulling out, I ogle him for a moment, all flushed and gushy and so perfectly mine , it’s not even fair. Sure, I have memories. We both do… But they don’t hold a candle to this …
Psycho shit. I love it.
Bending to grab my pants, I reach inside my pocket, chest fluttering with nerves. But then my phone rings.
Trevel peeks at me, smiling and content. Happy. I love that look.
“It’s probably just Ren calling to blab about the puppy some more,” I mutter, and he chuckles.
But when I pull my phone out, I see a Las Vegas number. And my heart falls with a thud into my gut.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Oh, fuck…
I know I should ignore it. I should just… decline the call.
But I don’t. I swipe to answer.
Tentatively bringing the phone to my ear, I mumble, “Hello?”
And the voice of Manuel Blanco croons into my ear. “Hello, Shadowman.”
To Be Continued…