Epilogue
Neil
QUITTING HIS job at the CIA was the best thing he’d ever done. It hadn’t been easy. Being with Marco had never been easy, but it was well worth it. Everything that had been thrown at them over the years was worth waking up next to Marco each day. Having the man look at him with nothing but love in his eyes had healed his soul and heart. The parts of him that had thought him unworthy of having love and a family were well and truly gone. Marco had ensured that, showing him every day that he was worthy just by loving him.
The day Marco had asked him to marry him, he’d damned near passed out. Marrying Marco wasn’t something he thought he’d ever get to do. He didn’t necessarily need a ring or a piece of paper to prove his love for Marco, but the first time Marco had called him his husband, something had settled in his heart.
He had always been Marco’s, body and soul, but for the man to claim him so openly? Having Marco show him off with pride? There was no feeling like it. They had also set a precedent for Dante. Others had come before them in their world, but they’d shown Dante that love wasn’t something to hide away. Neither of them wanted that for Dante. That was how he’d lost his parents.
His husband made sure every day that he knew he was still madly in love with him. The fact that Marco still looked at him with love and desire would never cease to amaze him. He felt as if they only fell more in love each day. Their sex life hadn’t suffered despite them getting older. Marco’s sex drive certainly didn’t slow down which was probably why he’d walked in the door after returning from a two-day business trip with Rome and pulled Neil up the stairs and into their bedroom.
He was lying on his back on the bed, looking up at his gorgeous husband. The love in those enchanting eyes of his never wavered. He had crow’s feet, and he was starting to gray at the temples, and it only made him that much more handsome. He’d gone completely gray himself a few years ago and he was thankful that Marco found it sexy. Dante had tried to ban the words silver fox, but Marco had simply reverted to calling him Gray instead, and hell if that didn’t hit him square in the chest each time.
He raised his hands to run them down Marco’s chest, brushing over his nipples and making the man groan. He only grinned when Marco grabbed his hands and pressed them into the mattress above his head.
“Playing with fire, are we?” Marco rumbled, that deep voice sending shivers down his spine.
He licked his lips, eyes dropping to Marco’s mouth for a second before he looked up into the man’s dark eyes.
“How else am I gonna get you to hurry up?”
Marco opened his mouth but then he shook his head with a groan.
“I’ve missed you too much to drag this out.”
“You planned on torturing me?”
Marco grinned. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Neil huffed out a laugh. Yes, he had no doubt Marco would torture him tomorrow. The man was good at it, too. He knew how to push him right to the edge and pull him back just before he went over.
“I love you but, god damn, could you just fuck me, please?”
Now, Marco was the one to laugh though it didn’t last long. Marco pushed Neil’s thighs apart and then the head of his cock was pushing inside him. They had been lax on the prep, but he didn’t care one bit. He didn’t need much to begin with and he enjoyed that stretch too much. He loved that he’d feel Marco for hours.
When Marco bottomed out, he didn’t waste any time, pulling straight back to start thrusting, his movements slow and steady for a few moments, and then he picked up speed, fucking Neil with determination.
He grabbed two handfuls of the sheet, barely hanging on as Marco slammed into him. A hand slid up the back of his thigh and pushed his knee against his chest.
“ Nonono ,” he exclaimed when he felt his muscles start to spasm.
Marco laughed, his eyes shining with amusement as he leaned back and let Neil’s leg fall back around his waist.
“Ass,” Neil grumbled.
“I thought the yoga was helping,” Marco said, a teasing smile on his face.
Neil rolled his eyes. “You thought the… I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Oh, I know. I married an old man. Almost seventy.”
He was not. It would be four whole-ass-years before he hit seventy.
“Vaffanculo,” he growled.
Marco’s smirk only made him sigh harder before the man even said a word.
“But I’m already fucking you ?” Marco responded, blinking at Neil all innocently.
He dropped his head back with a huff that turned into a low laugh. He looked up at his husband, his heart feeling full at the love he saw in those brown eyes.
“I love you,” he whispered, his throat closing up with emotion.
Marco’s lips twitched and he lowered his head, putting his mouth right next to Neil’s ear. “You’re about to love me a hell of a lot more in five minutes.”
Before Neil could snark back at him, Marco began thrusting into him again, the slide of his thick cock inside him making him drop his head back with a groan. Marco knew how to fuck him just right. Neither of them would last long like this. Not when that desperation hit them.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and began stroking. He knew it wouldn’t take much. Not with Marco hitting his prostate with each thrust, but he was still surprised when he felt his orgasm building fast.
“Marco,” he gasped out. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”
There was no stopping. Not until they both went over that edge into heavenly bliss.
He came with a moan, his come covering his belly and hand while his vision blurred, pleasure exploding through him and leaving him breathless.
Marco buried his face in Neil’s neck, hips stilling as he came.
“Ti prego, amami,” Marco whispered.
Marco was begging him to love him as if there could ever be a reality in which he didn’t.
“I love you,” he gasped out, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He would always love Marco. Always.