Epilogue
EPILOGUE
ANTHONY
“ M om, I’m fine. Really,” Tatum says, wiggling in her arms as she tries to look at his missing finger once more. She hasn’t been able to stop gawking at it.
“You should be much more careful when pruning bushes. I taught you better than that.”
It’s been a couple weeks since the ordeal and they’ve finally come for a visit, just in time for his graduation. Tatum told both of his parents that he was gardening and accidentally snipped his finger off with some shears.
“It’s not a lie,” he told me. “They did use shears.”
It made me see red all over again.
Luckily, Tatum calmed me down by sitting on my dick and helping me forget about all of it. He has a way with his ass, and his mouth.
Fuck, anything about him, really. He does it for me.
“Well, you need to really promise to be more careful,” his mom, Barbara, says and then looks at me, pointing her finger at me. “You better keep a better eye on him. My Tater-Tot is special.”
I chuckle as his dad, Ralph, comes up behind me and claps me on the back. “Don’t worry about her. She likes to seem threatening, but she wouldn’t hurt a fly. She just looks like a serial killer sometimes. Those eyes when people mess with her kid…”
“I’m not worried,” I reply and then shake his hand.
Tatum has wonderful parents. He’s lucky to have found such lovely people. I’m relieved. Because if they’d been rotten, I’d have to murder them.
Things work out so much better when that doesn’t happen.
“Alright, well we better go so we can get back in time for bingo.”
Tatum grins at his mom and pecks a kiss to her cheek before squeezing his dad tightly. Just as they part, Agatha appears, handing them a cooler full of food.
“So you don’t get hungry on the road,” she says.
Barbara gasps and hugs Agatha tightly, having already formed a fast friendship with her and Teddy. They bonded over baking, and I can tell that Tatum’s mom has a soft spot for Teddy already.
I wouldn’t be surprised if she got his phone number and checks up on him regularly, just like a mother should.
As we make our way out to their car, Bane appears, jogging up from the garden, apparently having made his way out of the sheds.
“Wait! I have something for you, Barb!” Bane says as he bounds up to us.
He holds out a small velvet bag, and I find myself holding my breath. If he ends up handing her something like an eyeball I will have to speak sternly to him. So far, his parents think I’m just a wealthy businessman. They have no idea of my connections or what is buried beneath them.
“What is this?” Barbara asks as she opens the bag and pulls out a heart-shaped necklace. She oohs and aahs over it as she holds it up to the light, and I see a red liquid swirl around in the pendant.
That little shit.
“I love it,” she beams.
“I knew you would,” Bane says and then blushes when she presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Now, I’m serious. I’m coming back again soon, and I’m going to make you all my famous Sunday dinner.”
“You’re welcome anytime,” I say, and Tatum leans into me, his face nuzzling into my chest. “And I’ll pay for your plane tickets if that would be easier.”
“Nonsense. It’s just a short drive down here. And on the way home, we’re going to stop and go wine tasting.”
She holds out the necklace to Bane, and he helps her put it on. And then with one last round of hugs, they leave.
As we watch their car drive away, I turn to Bane.
“And what was in that necklace?”
“Douglas’s blood.”
I sigh, and Tatum grins.
Well, at least he’s not upset about it. His life will be pain-free for the rest of time. I plan on it.
“What are you up to for the rest of the day?” Tatum asks, and I glance down at him, gently touching his cheek.
“I have a meeting after lunch,” I tell him. “I’m not to be disturbed.”
He rolls his eyes and smirks. “I do what I want, you know this.”
“You do, but this time, I’m serious.”
He sighs and then nuzzles into me.
“Okay, maybe I’ll listen. But really, thanks for this week. It was so nice, especially the graduation dinner. It was almost too much.”
“Nothing is too much for you.”
“I know. I’m just so happy my parents are happy for me and that they like you.”
“Me too, Little Light. Do I make you happy?”
His eyes soften and he nods. “Of course you do.”
I lean down and kiss him senseless.
I hear him before I see him, a rustling outside my office door.
Teddy sighs when Tatum struts in, interrupting my meeting with several men in my employ, including Viktor and Luca, who have been shooting daggers at one another the entire time. Well, more like Viktor is shooting daggers while Luca chain-smokes.
“I told you, Tatum. Not to be disturbed.”
“Yes, and that was about five hours ago. It’s time for them to go.”
The men chuckle, and I stare at him, my little light in his ivory robe, his legs showing far too much skin as he makes his way up to me. I want to grab hold of him and settle him between my legs.
“I’m serious, Anthony.” He leans down slightly and then whispers in my ear. “I’m wet and ready for you. I need you. Now. You’ve made me wait far too long.”
I feel my cock thicken, and I glance over at my colleagues, all of them drinking, smoking, and chatting. I could slip away, but then again, we have things to discuss. Like the recent acquisition of the Fallen Aces by Douglas’s cousin, Kit.
He wants to smooth things over, wants to stay in his lane. Which is fine with me. Their operation is under scrutiny by government officials at the moment, and I hope it stays that way. I don’t want more trouble.
I want to just enjoy the rest of my days with Tatum.
I want to spend my days buried inside of his tight body.
“You can wait a few more hours.”
He huffs. “I cannot wait, Anthony. I am ready. Now .”
“Why the sudden urgency?”
“I went to the dark room and saw the pictures you took of me,” he says softly, and my chest constricts. I haven’t used that room in decades, but recently, I’ve been more motivated, felt the rush of it once more.
It helped that all the pictures were of Tatum getting fucked by me.
“It really turned me on,” he adds as he slowly brings my hand up to his ass, and I slide it between his crease, feeling the lube he’s placed there. My finger sinks inside of him and he gasps, leaning forward slightly and grabbing on to the chair.
“Oh my god,” he rasps, and I grin as I push all the way inside, letting my knuckle bottom out inside of him.
“I guess we’ll have to rectify that now then, hm?”
I don’t even look at anyone else, just watch him as his lips part and he bites back a groan.
“If you want it so bad, you can sit on my dick.”
His eyes slam into mine. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
He gasps when I twist my wrist and find his prostate, pressing against it and making him whine.
My dick is fully hard now, ready to be consumed by him, engulfed. I pull my finger from him and undo my pants. As the zipper is pulled down, some of my colleagues glance over at us. But none of them look for long.
None of them dare to. Not if they want to keep their eyes.
I spin Tatum around, bringing him between my legs, and ruck up his robe. It bunches at his thighs and his ass makes an appearance. My hands grab on to the lush globes, and I guide his hole to my cock.
He groans as he sinks down onto it, taking the entire length as he goes. My hands flex on his hips, clutching him tightly as he settles against me, his ass meeting my thighs.
He leans back and my hands sneak under his robe and snake across his skin. My fingers wrap around his hard cock, and he groans as I kiss my way up his neck.
“You really couldn’t wait, could you?”
“No, I needed you. Been thinking about you all day,” he whispers as he shifts slightly, his hole flexing against me.
I huff and then lift him up slightly, fucking him onto me.
“If you want it so badly, you can earn it.”
He whines as he leans forward slightly and uses the arms of the chair to help him ride me. I can see some eyes on us, Viktor doing his best to look away, and Luca who is smirking. But I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. If Tatum needs me now, he can have me.
I arch my hips up over and over again, filling him, taking him. He groans, trying to bite back the noises he’s making, but he’s not successful. Everyone can hear him, can hear what I’m doing to that ass.
“More,” he moans as my fist continues to slide up and down his cock. He’s leaking, panting, and I can feel myself drawing close, faster than expected.
He does something to me, something feral. The way he lets me possess him.
I slam up into him, and he cries out, holding on for dear life as I fuck him.
I feel the spurt of his cum as he unloads against my hand under the robe, spilling onto the floor, and as his ass clenches around my dick, I release into him, pumping him full.
He shakes, sagging against me, the robe hiding his body from everyone, but the smell of cum is in the air. They know we both finished.
“Kind of fast, Boss,” Luca says as he exhales a string of smoke.
“I’ll change the rules, Luca, about smoking in here if you don’t shut the fuck up.”
Everyone lets out a nervous chuckle, but Luca just meets my stare and winks.
Asshole.
And then he mouths, I’m happy for you.
Yeah. Me too. I’m so fucking happy.
Thank you Lark Taylor for letting me borrow Matty and Sebastian and letting them be a part of my world. They were so fun to write. If you’d like to see more of Matty and Sebastian, you can find their story here.