Epilogue
NICO
SIX MONTHS LATER
“Fuuuck,” I groan, rolling my hips as Declan pushes into me. I’ll never get enough of those piercings pressing inside me, rubbing against my walls as his cockhead bumps my prostate. “Just like that.”
Declan hums as he frames my face, love and lust brimming in his gaze in equal measures. “I love when you come apart on my dick. Love feeling you like this.” He pushes my leg higher and leans back, watching how his dick goes in and out of my hole. “Fuck…so fucking tight.”
I toss my head back as I grab my cock, stroking myself. Declan bats my hand away and takes over, stroking me just how I like it. His fist is snug around me, jerking me at the perfect pressure and cadence.
“You gotta…fuck, oh fuck…you gotta hurry,” I moan, covering his hand with mine, helping him beat me off.
He grins down at me, then bites his lips as his eyes glaze over. “But you feel so fucking good. I want to stay inside you forever.”
Declan lets go of my dick and slides his hands under me. Then he pulls me up until I’m sitting on his thighs. I wrap my arms and legs around him and grind on his cock, groaning as his fat cockhead brushes against my hot spot.
He holds me under my ass and helps me bounce up and down on his shaft.
“I need to come,” I whisper against his lips. “Make me come.”
Declan takes my lips in a greedy kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth as he fucks into me with urgency. I try to keep up, fucking him back as I hold on tight for the ride.
My dick rubbing against the hard planes of his belly gives me the friction I need for my orgasm to rise to the surface.
Noises outside of the door pull me from the moment, and I snatch my lips from his, eyeing the door as if someone will burst in.
Declan turns my face back to him. “Stay with me, baby. Let me get you there. We can think about the rest later, okay?”
“Okay,” I whisper, going back to ravage his mouth again.
It takes no time for me to get back into the fucking. Declan snakes his hand between us and jerks me just three times before I’m spilling onto his belly. My moans are loud, probably louder than they should be, but fuck it. Whoever is here will just get an earful.
“Mhm,” Declan says, grinning against my lips. “Your hot hole is pulling me in. Fuck, you’re squeezing me, baby.” He rests his head on my shoulder and holds me so tight I can feel bruises crop up.
Not even a minute later, he’s shouting his own release, his body trembling as he spills inside me.
“Fuck, baby,” he says as he kisses my shoulder, neck, cheek, then captures my lips. “Making love to you is the highlight of my fucking day.”
“Same,” I murmur. “I—”
A loud knock sounds at the door and Declan whips his head around with a growl.
Carter’s annoyed voice says, “If y’all are done in there, you need to get dressed. Most of your guests are probably at the venue by now.”
With a sigh, I flop back onto the bed and Declan pulls out of me gently before doing the same.
“I told you we should have gone down to the justice of the peace,” he says.
“Your dad wanted us to have an official wedding. At least it’s not as big as Carter’s.”
“Thank all of our fucking lucky stars.”
“Up, now!” Carter says through the door.
Declan laughs and shouts back, “Fuck off, big brother! We’ll be up soon.”
“Good, don’t want to hear anymore sex noises unless they come from Kai.” Declan makes a gagging noise and I laugh.
I roll out of bed and hold my hand out for Declan. He takes it and slides off, taking me into his arms and kisses me soundly. “Let’s get showered so you can make me Mr. Washington,” he says.
He grins mischievously and threads our fingers together, pulling me into our bathroom.
Well, our bathroom at Carter and Kai’s house.
After shit went down with Austin, a Whitlock man, Carter found it hard to trust anyone but immediate family. He brought up Declan moving into their house so he could be nearby in case he was needed and, surprisingly, Declan said yes.
Though, I think that yes had more to do with me than with Carter.
When we had talked about it, Declan said, “I think it’s time to move on from the condo I shared with Hendrix. When I’m in not with you, I just feel lost and stuck. A change of scenery would help.”
We took a few days to finish cleaning out Hendrix’s room, donating items that Declan set aside and boxing up anything he wanted to keep.
Once we were finished and Declan mourned the final chapter of his friend’s death, we packed his items and moved him in with me.
It’s been working out pretty well. Declan and I moved up to the second floor on the opposite wing of Carter and Kai, while Manuel moved into my old room.
After it was all said and done, Manuel is the best person to take the job after Hendrix.
Declan said he always got along with him, which was a surprise because he didn’t initially like any St. Clair men, me included.
But he said he liked Manuel right off, his no nonsense attitude when it came to the St. Clairs, then the Whitlocks endeared him to the bigger man.
He also liked how he handled shit at The Fox Club, keeping the kill room clean and making sure none of the prisoners that were brought down could escape.
He was the ideal man to keep up with someone as picky about his guard as Declan.
Declan also didn’t know who to trust, since he was considering hiring Austin and Donny before he found out who they really were. Since both Kai and I could vouch for Manuel, it was an easy choice.
Since we’re probably going to be late to our own wedding, we shower quickly, only trading a kiss here or there while we clean up.
When we’re done, we get out and move to our sinks to brush our teeth and fix ourselves up.
Declan squirts toothpaste on his toothbrush, then bares his teeth at the mirror. “That dentist was worth every fucking penny.”
A few weeks after we dumped Austin and Hugo overboard, Declan saw the best prosthodontist in the state to repair his front tooth and give him an implant for the missing molar.
I told him every day he looked good either way, but he was unhappy with his smile and there’s nothing I won’t do to guarantee his happiness.
It looks as if the torture never happened, which is going a long way for his mental health after his ordeal.
I hum and kiss him on the cheek, leaving behind toothpaste. “The best.”
“You’re annoying,” he grumbles as he wipes the mess from his face. “Remind me why I’m marrying you again?”
“Because it was love at first sight and you couldn’t stay away.”
“Annoying and arrogant. There’s only room for one arrogant person in this marriage.”
I pout. “You can share.”
He picks up my brush from the sink and stands behind me. He brushes my waves, making sure they lay how I want them to. “What if I don’t want to?”
“You’re a child.”
He meets my eyes in the mirror. “You want to have any?”
“Children?” He dips in chin. “Never thought about it. This ain’t the best life to raise kids in. But I wouldn’t mind a crumb snatcher or two. You?”
“Maybe. I’m not sure I’d be a good dad.”
“We’ll see when Carter and Kai get the twins. You can figure out if you want to be the fun uncle or give them some cousins.”
He hums with a soft smile on his face and finishes brushing my hair. Once he’s done, I do the same for him, pushing the blond waves back from his forehead so I can see his entire face.
The scar from the blow to his head is barely noticeable, and most of the others they left on him have faded just as much. He’s healing so well, and I’m glad I can be here to help him.
He still can’t feel anything below the bone in his thumb to a little past his wrists. The doctor said feeling may return in the coming months or years, but it’s not definite.
Declan says he doesn’t care about that, as long as he can still use both hands to shoot if he needs to.
Over the course of these few months, he and Carter have been going to the range, and he’s learned to shoot pretty well with his middle finger on his left hand. He said it’s awkward to hold a gun with a missing digit, but he’s continuing to work at it.
I’m really proud of how far he’s come in his recovery, both physically and mentally.
Some nights, he wakes up in a cold sweat, and he tells me what’s bothering him.
It’s a far cry from when we first started fucking and I had to pull information out of him.
I love that he trusts me so much to be vulnerable.
I try my best to talk him through it or simply listen when he needs me to.
When his hair is laying how he likes it, I turn him around and frame his face. “Perfect.”
He smiles widely at me, his eyes dancing with joy. “Let’s get married.”
Declan and I sway side to side as the music fills the room. I smile as I look at my hand, the black titanium band flashing in the light.
“Any regrets, Mr. Washington?” I ask, holding Declan just a little tighter.
“One.” I tick up an eyebrow as my stomach bottoms out. If he regrets our marriage… “All these people staring at us while we dance. We should have gone to the justice of the peace like I said.”
I bark a relieved laugh. “There are like thirty people here.”
“Thirty people too many,” he mutters, rolling his eyes.
“We’ll be gone soon, on the open water, island hopping.”
I swear if I didn’t love this man so much, no one could pay me to go on a damn cruise. But he wants it and I will always try to give Declan what he wants.
“I can finally get a full tan. I’m gonna lie ass naked on our balcony.”
Growling, I pull him closer to me, planting a hard kiss on his lips. “Don’t tease me. If you don’t wear clothes, we might never leave the room.”
“Doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend our honeymoon.”
Before I can steal another kiss, a voice near my shoulder says, “Can I cut in?” I turn to see Carter. I step back, but he says, “I’m talking to Declan.”
I raise an eyebrow, but after checking with my husband, I shrug.
Carter plants both hands on my shoulders and I awkwardly hold his waist. “You know,” I say, giving him a look, “you could have just pulled me to the side. This is weird as fuck. I thought I was supposed to dance with Dominic.”
Carter cracks a quick smile. “Nah, he’s giving me time to talk to you alone. Besides, he didn’t think you’d want a father/son-in-law dance.”
“I would have been honored.” I pause. “So, what is this? You gonna threaten me that if I don’t take care of your brother, you’ll kill me?”
“No. I want to bury whatever beef we have for good. You married my brother and I married yours. I don’t want mine and Kai’s kids’ uncles to dislike either of their parents.”
Over the past six months, Carter and I have slowly been spending time together, so we can mend whatever divide we had.
It’s a long beef, as both Carter and I have thrown punches at each other over the years.
But he’s right. We need to get any animosity out of the way so we can move forward.
Kai and Declan are doing it. Carter and I can too.
“I agree. We’re good.”
Carter dips his head. “Oh yeah, if you don’t take care of my brother, I’ll kill you.”
A surprised laugh inches up my throat and Carter joins in. We shake hands and he walks back over to Kai, who raises a glass in salute to me. I nod in response.
Declan walks back over to me, hooking an arm around my waist. “Let’s eat. My dad paid an arm and a leg for this damn four course meal.”
We sit down at the table assigned to us and servers come out of the kitchen area, platters stacked high with food.
As we eat, I keep seeing Declan glance down at his hand, at the titanium band he wears on his ring finger. The band that matches mine.
Dominic had rings made for Kai and Carter that had GPS tracking embedded in them, so they can be located at any time. When Declan told him we were getting married, Dominic had the same rings commissioned for us.
Leaning over to him, I kiss him gently on the cheek. “I love you. I’m glad you agreed to become my husband.”
“Who else would put up with your bullshit?” He looks over at me with a playful smile.
A playful smile.
Something that would have been out of place on his face a year ago.
Before I ran into him at The Devil’s Den, I thought Declan was a petulant child, thinking with his gun rather than with his head. But he’s so much more than that. He’s smart, cunning, weirdly funny and so vulnerable. He has a soft side that is so endearing that it makes my heart clench every time.
Declan is more than I thought he was and I’m glad he let me find out.
Grinning back, I say, “Always you, handsome. I’m never letting you go, so you better be prepared to always put up with my bullshit.”
He kisses me softly and slowly, putting all his love into this kiss. My heart flutters as I taste his emotions, loving how he loves me.
When he’s had his fill of my mouth, he breaks the kiss and says one word:
“Deal.”
THE END