Epilogue
Jameson
Three years later…
“You’re going to make us late,” I grumble, but it’s not genuine.
“Shut up and stop thinking, for once,” Garrison says, kneeling on the gravel road in Kensley. We’re supposed to be heading to the tavern to meet up with some of the guys, but instead, his mouth is on my cock, and we’re going to be late.
My fingers grip his hair as he sucks me to the back of his throat, swallowing around me and nearly making me come right then. “Fuck. Okay. You’re right.”
Why the hell was I complaining? God, his mouth is perfect. He’s goddamn perfect too. I mean, he’s messy as fuck and drives me insane, but he’s perfect. Living with him and working at our landscaping job is everything I had no idea I wanted.
I had no idea I could ever have what I do. My dad sometimes calls me for help on the weekends, and Garrison and I make the two-hour drive—no problem. I let him know he can call me anytime, and I’m glad when he does. I don’t mind it being something I occasionally do, but it isn’t my life.
“I’m close,” I groan, and I swear I feel him smiling, even though his mouth is full of my cock. His fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me deeper into his throat.
I come, shooting my warm cum into the back of his throat before he swallows and stands up to kiss me. I move to return the favor, but he stops me. “We’re gonna be late.”
My eyes drop to the very obvious bulge in his jeans, and then I cock an eyebrow at him. “You going to shoot pool like that?”
He chuckles and opens the door to his truck. “Get in. I’ll save it for later when we get home to our bed.”
A shiver runs through me, anticipating that and him being on edge all damn night. No doubt, it’ll be hot as hell. Though, everything with Dixon is.
I do as he says and zip up before climbing into the truck. He gets behind the wheel to drive us the five more minutes into town to the local tavern.
It’s pretty much gotten out that we’re a couple now. And although there are assholes like we knew there would be, no one really blinks when we walk inside, hand in hand. I’m shocked when I see Kingston and Camden here, sitting next to each other in a booth with some guys from the team.
They look content and happy, joking around with smiles on their faces. Oakley is here too, but not Travis. He said he probably wouldn’t make it tonight, tired from work and other excuses that didn’t surprise me.
He’s not much for coming back to Kensley.
And that’s okay.
I like coming back to the familiarity of it, and I really like being here with Garrison, holding his hand as we grab pool cues and set up for a game with Oakley and Kingston, who bounces over with the excitement he’s always had. It’s good to see him in Kensley too. He’s always loved this town.
I wasted too much time being guarded against the world around me, but I wouldn’t change anything. Not getting mad about the glue stick in kindergarten. Not kissing Travis, even though Dixon saw us. Everything happened the way it was supposed to.
And now, life is everything I never thought I’d have.
My guard is down, and my heart is completely full.
THE END