Epilogue – Kai #2
My vision blurred as Silas continued, “It might have taken me a long time to catch up with you, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve loved you for as long as you’ve loved me. These photos…they are us. It’s you and me. Together. How we’ve always been.”
Silas pulled a box from his pocket, and my tears spilt over. His face faltered when he saw them. “Oh shit, don’t cry. I have more of my speech to go yet. If you cry, I’ll cry.”
I made a noise that was half-hiccup and half-laugh. “Sorry. I’ll try and pull it together.”
Yeah, there was no hope of that happening. Not while Silas was making all my dreams come true.
“I told you once you’d know when I was proposing to you,” Silas said, opening the box to reveal a simple platinum band.
It was unfussy—just like us. “In all honesty, I was ready to ask you that night. But I wanted to make this special for you. You spent so long waiting for me, Kai. You never thought you’d get the happy ending you deserved.
But if you marry me, I promise I’ll spend every day making you smile.
I promise to watch trashy TV as much as you want.
I promise to drag you around garden centres whenever we aren’t on tour.
I promise to always be your best friend. ”
He paused, his lips twitching. “And blowjobs. I promise you all the blowjobs you can handle.”
Laughter warred with the tears. “Fuck’s sake, Si.”
“It’s your fault. You’ve made me addicted.”
His face softened. “So, what do you say? Wanna make your mum happy by officially giving me your surname?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I held out my hand for Silas to slip the ring into place. The second it hit my knuckle, I hauled him to his feet and into my arms.
He wrapped his legs around my middle as his mouth met mine.
“I can’t believe you did all this,” I gasped between kisses. “It was perfection. The escape room, the photos. Perfection.”
“Gotta use the benefits of decades of friendship,” Silas said, groaning as I sucked a mark onto his neck.
“There was just one part…”
Silas lifted his head to frown at me. “What?”
“If,” I whispered. “You said if I marry you. Silas, there isn’t any possibility I would have ever said no. No matter what path we might’ve chosen or where we ended up, there would only ever be one answer to that question.”
I kissed him reverently. Tenderly. “Yes, Silas. Yes. I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to call you my husband. To introduce you as Mr Parker.”
His lower lip trembled. “I love you, Kai.”
“I love you too.” I leaned my forehead on his, just breathing him in. “I loved you before I even understood what love was. My heart was designed for you. To be owned by you. Only ever you.”
I wasn’t the only one crying now. Silas’s cheeks glistened under the fairy lights as we kissed, surrounded by snapshots of our love.
Then he fidgeted in my arms, his hard cock making contact with my stomach.
The mood shifted in an instant.
Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything other than sinking inside Silas. Inside my fiancé.
“Please tell me there aren’t any cameras in here.”
Silas ran his tongue over his bottom lip, looking up from under hooded eyes. “What do you take me for, an amateur? I even had Rhys and Dylan sweep it to double-check.”
I lowered us to the floor, pushing him back and climbing on top of him. “And the door?”
“I locked it from this side as we came in. No one can get in.”
I rocked my hips against him slowly. After several months of him in my bed, I knew how to drive him wild. “Lube?”
He flashed his dimple at me. “Front left pocket.”
“Wow, you are prepared.”
“Not every day you ask the man you love to spend his life with you.” He stroked his thumb over my lips. “Had to make sure I was ready for anything.”
“Except me saying no,” I countered, fishing the lube from his pocket. “Because literally anything else could’ve happened except that.”
We fell into kissing again, our clothes being kicked or pulled off haphazardly until we were just two naked, sweaty bodies grappling on the carpeted floor.
Silas hissed as his back scraped against the coarse material. “Okay, maybe I didn’t think of everything.”
“Here.” I grabbed my shirt and laid it out for him. “This should protect your back.”
His gaze was soft as he reclined on it. “Always looking out for me.”
“Always,” I vowed.
A flash of blue between Silas’s arse cheeks caught my eye. Confused, I pushed his knees apart. The sight I was met with had my cock weeping. “Oh my god, is this what I think it is?”
“Like I said, I wanted to be prepared for everything,” Silas said, wriggling his plug-filled arse in my direction. “I’m ninety-nine percent sure we won’t be disturbed, but I figured I’d cut out the prep time just in case.”
“Resourceful and smart.”
Silas gave me a cheesy grin. “What can I say? I’m the whole package. It’s no wonder you fell in love with me.”
I rolled my eyes at him as I gently pulled out the plug. “Yep. I was fucked from the start.”
The funny thing was, Silas probably thought I was joking. But it was the truth. I’d been gone from the instant I’d looked up at him holding that stick. The boy who hated violence but was prepared to fight to defend a total stranger.
I lubed up and sank inside him, his tightness now as familiar to me as breathing.
“I love you,” I said, holding him close as I moved in short, shallow thrusts.
“I love you,” Silas moaned, his fingers scratching over my back. Tiny, stinging sensations erupted over my skin. Good. I hoped he was marking me. Even with a ring on my finger, I craved any physical evidence that reminded me this wasn’t just a dream.
That Silas truly was mine in all the ways I’d always wanted.
As much as I wanted to take my time, worshipping him in all his favourite ways, I didn’t want to risk getting caught. Picking up speed, I sucked Silas’s nipples as my cock pounded into him.
“Yes,” Silas whimpered, his back arching. “More.”
I gave him what he asked. His cock was trapped between our stomachs. I would’ve worried about the friction, but Silas was leaking so much precum that it wasn’t an issue.
Changing my angle, I ground my shaft over his prostate, rolling my body forward to keep the perfect amount of pressure on Silas’s cock.
Within moments, Silas cried out, his hot cum filling the space between us. Seeing his beautiful face contorted in ecstasy was enough to tip me over the edge.
When I finally had my breath back, I lifted my head to smile at Silas. My fiancé. A glimmer of light reflected on the ring he’d slipped on my finger.
The best possible reminder that this was real.
“You’re going to be my husband,” Silas said, sighing in contentment.
“I am.” I brushed my nose over his. “Husband and best friend.”
“Of course.” Silas grinned at me, the same grin he’d given that first day we’d met over twenty years before. It hit me like a sucker punch now, just as it had then. “Husbands, soulmates, best friends.”
“Sounds like everything to me.”
“Perfection,” Silas corrected me.
Perfection. He was right. Our journey getting here might have been messy, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Because Silas was my world. And now I had him where I’d always wanted him.
In my arms. Never to be let go.