Epilogue
JONAH
Groaning softly, I rocked my dick against Alexio’s hole.
He was open and ready, and he’d let me take forever fingering him, tracing every part of him on the inside, then the outside.
I loved the shapes his body made against my hands.
His heavy balls, his throbbing cock, his tight ass.
I loved his thighs, and his pecs, and the cut of his jaw, and the way he was always scruffy, even when he shaved.
I loved the way his hair curled around my fingers and how his eyelashes always fluttered when I kissed him.
I loved the shape of his teeth when I traced them with my tongue, and how he went boneless against me every time I played with his small, pert nipples. I loved that his skin was warm and his ass was soft when he wasn’t working it out, and the way he responded to me.
“Inside me,” he gasped. We were in the bathroom, and I was standing behind him at the sink, my hands on the counter, bracketing him with my forearms.
His knees were bent so he could take me more easily, and I could feel him trembling because he wouldn’t be able to hold the position for long. But I wanted this. After all this time, I wanted to feel him.
I needed to shake off the nerves of the upcoming afternoon, and Alexio knew exactly how to do it.
Rocking my hips forward, the head of my dick slipped inside him. It was bare. We’d gotten tested, and I’d started PrEP, and he said he wanted to feel my mess inside him, so…I was going to give it to him. I was going to be good for him and give him exactly what he was asking for.
“Jesus,” he gasped when I was fully seated inside. My dick didn’t go in far. I couldn’t pound his ass the way he pounded mine. It was more nudging thrusts, but he didn’t seem to mind.
No, in fact, he seemed kind of slutty for it.
“You like that?”
“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Fuck, my love. You feel so good.”
I reached around him, fingers toying with the hair on his chest, then ghosting downward. When I grabbed his cock, his muscles clenched around me, and I nudged up into him harder, deeper.
“Shit, shit.” His head fell back against me, and he all but sat down on my lap, though I was still standing. Luckily, I hadn’t slacked off on arm or leg day, so I could take his weight, pulling him closer, fucking up into him harder as I began to stroke his cock. “I’m not going to last.”
“Good. I want you to fall apart. I want you to come first so you can feel it when I nut deep inside you.”
“Christ, Sparky.” He tried to laugh, but I stroked him faster, and it turned into a heavy groan as he spread his legs a little more, and then he went still.
I knew what was coming after that. I knew all of his groans and his twitches, and the way his body swayed and spasmed right before he fell over the edge.
My arm began to ache, but I fucked him faster, and then he shouted and fell forward against the sink as he let go. His come shot out in hot ropes, coating my hand and the sink, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long with the way he was squeezing down around me.
“Come,” he begged. He was almost sobbing. “Please, my love. Come.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pumped into him once, then again, and a third time, and then my entire body went tight as I shot my load deep inside him. His ass twitched around me like it was trying to take me deeper.
For a split second, I wished I had more dick to give him, but then I realized I could give him something else. Spitting on my fingers, I slipped them in as I pulled out and grazed his prostate a few times. His thighs spasmed, and he almost collapsed, gasping for air.
“Fuck, fuck. I can’t. Baby, I can’t…”
I pulled out, then spun him around and pinned him to the counter with my hips. My hand found his cheek, and then I kissed him, though it was little more than panting into each other’s mouths.
“I think you almost killed me,” he murmured.
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t you fucking dare be sorry. But next time, we’re doing that in bed. I don’t want a sex-induced concussion. One on the ice is bad enough.”
I frowned and kissed him again. “How about zero concussions anywhere.”
He smiled against my lips. “Zero works.”
He straightened, then led me to the toilet so I could sit while he started the shower, and it didn’t take long before we were both under the spray. Tipping my head back, I let warm water wash me clean, smiling when his soapy hands began to run down my front.
“Were you watching me in the mirror?” I asked after rinsing bubbles from my hair.
He hummed and pulled me close, kissing along my shoulder. “No.”
I twisted my face back over my shoulder. “What? You didn’t take the opportunity to watch while I fucked your ass?”
Alexio snorted a laugh and bit me gently before soothing the mark with a kiss. “The lights are off.”
I froze. “Shiiiiit. Did I forget to turn them on again?”
His lips moved to my neck. “Yes. But I didn’t mind. I could have turned them on if I wanted to.”
“Why didn’t you? Babe, you can see. You should, you know, do that.”
He sighed and began to wash himself, his movements gently grazing me as he soaped up. “Sometimes it feels nice to step into your world. I know it’s not the same. I know it’s…like, cosplaying, I guess?”
I shook my head, then realized he probably still couldn’t see me.
Fuck, he was showering in the dark. “Baby, I know you don’t mean it like that.
And that’s…that’s actually kind of touching.
” I wasn’t lying. More than one of my former girlfriends wanted to fuck blindfolded, but it always felt like a gimmick.
Like a fetish.
With Alexio, it didn’t.
It was like he really did want to have me on even footing. To feel. To let touch take us to places that we couldn’t go otherwise.
“I want to be less afraid of it too,” he admitted.
He was healed, but I knew that his injury had left a scar, which wouldn’t go away easily. Or maybe at all.
I pulled him close and kissed him again. “I’m so in love with you. Like, so in love.”
He cupped my cheek and kissed me back even harder. “I love you too.”
The sex took the edge off until we got in the car, and then I started to panic.
The barbeque had been delayed several times by everyone’s schedules.
Bodie’s team made it to the last round of playoffs and then lost, which had him in a small spiral for a few weeks.
Alexio and Nikos’s mom got delayed for a few extra weeks, and Alexio’s headaches had been bad for a while, so a big group get-together had been too much.
But eventually, three weeks before preseason began, things started to come together. It was warm, and the sun was out, though it had been raining off and on most of the day. And I was about to meet my future in-laws.
So to speak.
We hadn’t made an engagement official, but Caleb was going to be at the dinner tonight, so I knew I had to talk to him. I had to attempt to fix whatever rift had sprung up between us. Micah was still acting weird, but I had to accept he’d speak to me when he was ready.
And right now, I just wanted to focus on being in love.
“Did you hear from Vanya?” I asked as Alexio pulled up to the curb near Boden and Hugo’s.
“Yeah. His plane got in last night. I think he’s actually here. I see his car.”
That made me feel better. If things went south with Alexio’s mom, at the very least, Vanya would have my back.
“My love?”
I stopped with my hand halfway to the door handle. “Alexio?”
He laughed softly. “I like the way you say my name.” He brushed a touch over my temple. It was expected, so it didn’t startle me. “You look like you’re panicking.”
“Yeah. A bit. If your mom and sister-in-law don’t like me—”
“They will like you. They’ve been obsessed with meeting you for a long, long time. But if they didn’t, it wouldn’t change anything. I didn’t fall in love with you because I thought they’d approve. I fell in love with you because—”
“I’m a mouthy little goblin who doesn’t know when to quit?”
He pulled me close, gripped my chin, and kissed the shit out of me. “Amongst so many other things. Also, your hot ass, and those freaky, flexible goalie hips, and the goblin porn you send your friends…”
“Oh my god, who told you?” I demanded, pulling back.
Alexio burst into laughter. “There are no secrets amongst family, and you made them family, my love.”
I did, but… “I’m going to murder them.”
He tugged me close and kissed me again. “If you go to prison, I promise I’ll wait for you.”
His mom and sister-in-law weren’t there yet. Nikos hit traffic, so it was going to be a while, which gave me time to corner Caleb, who was in the middle of talking about metalsmithing with Vanya.
“I want to learn,” Vanya was saying. “You know, I’m very good at all things. Best at hockey, but maybe I retire soon. Maybe I need another job. To make money.”
“I’ve seen your contract, Vanny,” Alexio called over the patio. “You’ll be fine.”
“Yes, but I’m buy Land Rover prettier than yours, Zeki!” he called back. “Leather seats, gold steering wheel! So I will be broke.”
Caleb snorted. “Are they always like this?”
“Yep,” I sighed as Vanya got up to go argue car shit with my boyfriend. Silence settled between us, and then Caleb cleared his throat, though he didn’t actually say anything. “So. Are you going to cuss me out, or call me a coward, or a mama’s boy, or…”
“What she did was fucked-up,” Caleb said. “Like, so fucked-up. My poor girlfriend has been listening to me freak out nonstop about it.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
He scoffed. “Because I was scared you were going to defend her, and I couldn’t handle that shit, Jo.
She was horrible to me because I wasn’t blind enough.
Dad was cool with me until I was too blind to do the crap he wanted to do.
So then they forgot about me, and every time I complained, you…
” He stopped, but he didn’t need to go on.
I made excuses. I knew that. But I’d apologized years ago, and I thought he’d forgiven me.