Epilogue
Knox
(Six Months Later)
“Ithought winter was never going to end,” Jake says, passing the cooler to Dylan, who’s already on my boat.
“I feel that,” Hudson says, helping Shannon on board before climbing on himself.
“Where are Phoenix and W—”
Taylor’s interrupted by the man in question.
“Aww, missing me already, Pretty Bird?” Phoenix asks, using his own version of Taylor’s nickname as he ruffles Tay’s hair.
As Taylor recuperated over the last several months, my friends were pretty amazing. There were poker games played, hockey games watched, and meals had, all at my house because the guys knew it was hard for Tay to get around.
“I miss you like a wart on my dick, but I knew Walker was coming with you, so…” Taylor trails off with a shrug and Phoe cackles out loud.
“Maybe we can do a partner swap one day and I can finally find out—”
“Don’t even finish that fucking thought, Phoenix,” I grumble, shuddering at the thought of Phoenix touching me.
When Cassie and Miguel follow Walker onto the boat, everyone is accounted for, and we push away from the dock.
“Might I suggest skinny dipping?” Phoenix says with a chuckle, immediately ripping his T-shirt over his head.
“Only if you want to drown today,” I tell him from the wheel.
“Still possessive, I see.”
“Still trying to catch a glimpse of my boyfriend’s dick, I see,” I mutter back.
Phoenix laughs again as he applies sunscreen to his chest. “I can honestly say those aren’t words I ever thought I’d hear come out of your mouth.” Softening his tone and bumping his shoulder with mine, he adds, “He’s good for you.”
Taylor comes over and wraps his arms around me from behind, his hands tracing the lines at my hips, diving under my swim trunks as I try to concentrate on getting us to our favorite cove in the lake safely.
“Not so great for my blood pressure though,” I tease, halting his progress by covering both of his hands with one of my own, trapping him against me.
I make the mistake of thinking I have the upper hand until he starts rubbing his dick against my ass.
“Behave, Princess,” I warn. In reality, I’m so fucking glad he’s doing as well as he is after his accident that I’d honestly let him get away with murder, but he likes knowing he’s turning me on and getting under my skin, so I reprimand him every now and then just to keep up the pretense.
Twenty minutes later, we’re dropping the anchor in a spot that’s been home to this group every year for the last five summers. I hope it continues to be a tradition for the next five as well.
“Who wants a drink?” Walker asks, pushing up the lid on the cooler. Everyone raises their hand, and Walker laughs. “Tell y’all what. Why don’t I just set the cups right here, and everyone can make their own? Group’s a little big for one bartender these days.”
He’s right. Our group has grown from four to ten because Cass and Miguel never miss a chance to hang out with us, either.
I watch as Taylor mingles with my friends. I’ll never be able to erase the image of his unconscious body covered in blood and twisted at all the wrong angles from my mind, but it helps to see him smile, hear him laugh, and taste his kiss.
He sees me watching him and saunters back to my side.
Touching him always eases the ache caused by those horrific memories.
Without saying a word, he winks as he takes a sip of his drink and then feeds it to me through a messy kiss that runs out of the corner of my mouth.
Taylor grips my jaw firmly as he licks the liquid from my skin.
I don’t notice Phoenix watching us until I hear him say, “Well, that was unexpectedly hot. If you’ll excuse me, I need to rub one out against my fiancé in the water.” Then he shoves Walker overboard and jumps in after him, making Taylor laugh…and fuck, I love the sound.
I’m dying to get Taylor wet, so I blow up my favorite raft and throw it in the water.
“Sit with me?” I ask my boyfriend.
He nods and follows me to the ladder—I was very strict when I told him there would be no jumping or diving for him today. His body still isn’t fully healed, and I wasn’t negotiating his safety. Thankfully, he didn’t fight me on that.
I get situated on the raft and hold on to the ladder so Taylor can climb on top of me. His back is to my chest, and his legs are dangling over the sides of the lounger-style raft while mine are straight out in front of me.
Wrapping my arms around him, it’s the most peaceful I’ve felt in a long, long time.
We drift away from the boat and the group, lost in our own world. I pepper his shoulders with kisses and inhale his scent mixed with sunshine and sunscreen.
Before long, my cock is thickening under him.
“I’m pretty sure lake water is a health hazard,” Taylor says as it twitches against his ass.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you with an audience,” I inform him.
It was the wrong move, though, because Taylor takes it as a challenge.
“But what if we both get so worked up, we need a release?” he asks as he starts slowly grinding his ass back and forth in my lap.
“I’m already there, but it just means when I come in you later, you’ll wear it for days instead of hours.”
“Knoooox,” he whines my name, and I can’t help but grip his hips and push him down onto me while I thrust up against him. “Daddy, please.”
He still doesn’t use the term often, but it became a running joke, and kind of an outlet for the months we couldn’t fuck. He started calling me Daddy just to be a brat every time I would tell him to take his meds, do his therapy, or sit down because he’d been doing too much.
But hearing it leave his mouth right now, he’s not saying it to be funny…or to be a brat. He’s desperate to get off, and that has me just as needy for him.
Using my arms, I begin pulling our raft through the water back toward my boat and deliver Taylor to the ladder. Climbing on board after him, I kick everybody else off the boat.
“This is not a drill. Get off. It’s time I take my turn.”
No one pretends like they’re confused about my request. They know better.
Jake slaps me on the ass. “Go get ‘em, Tiger.”
Before I can respond, Phoenix slaps Taylor on the ass. “I got next,” he says with a wink, launching himself over my boat once again before I get my hands on him to wring his fucking neck.
Everyone else dives off various parts of my boat, a few choosing to use the ladder so they don’t spill their drinks, until it’s just Taylor and me left on deck.
“Now that you have me all alone, what do you plan to do to me?” Taylor asks, running his hands over my broad shoulders and down my arms.
“I’m feeling a little parched. Think I need something to quench my thirst, and you have exactly what I need,” I tell him, pushing him down onto the floor so we’re out of view of those in the lake.
I grab a life jacket for him to use as a pillow and put my knees on a folded towel before sliding his hot pink bikini bottoms down his tan legs.
When his cock springs free, I groan, and Hudson yells, “We can hear you!”
“Then move,” I tell my annoying friends.
“Oh God, if I hear Knox come, I’ll never unhear it,” Phoenix yells with a laugh.
“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t she, Phoe?” I ask, popping my head up over the side of the rail to smile at him.
“The best kind,” he says, smiling back and saluting me with his drink before I drop to my forearms and pull my boyfriend’s dick into my mouth.
I’m so fucking gone for him, and almost losing him has made every moment I’m able to touch him, taste him, and bring him pleasure that much more intense.
I burrow between his legs, careful of his left shin, even though it’s not painful to the touch anymore, as I take him deeper. It’s been so much fun learning each other’s bodies, but there’s also comfort and solace in the familiar scents, movements, and sounds he makes.
Home.
I work Taylor over, wanting to take my time, but also knowing our time is very limited. Someone will eventually find their way back on this boat…maybe on purpose because again, my friends are amazing, but they’re also assholes.
Pushing thoughts of them out of my mind, I refocus on the beautiful sight before me and run my hands up Tay’s torso as he flexes his hips, pushing to the back of my throat.
I’m ready for it, so I don’t gag, and he arches his back, preparing to drive forward again.
Until I grab his balls in my hand and tug hard enough to serve as a warning. I’ll happily choke on his cock, but not with an audience because those aren’t sounds I want in their minds.
He grunts, but settles his hips back onto the deck of the boat. Pulling off his dick, I stick my thumb in my mouth, getting it nice and wet before rimming his asshole. He pushes his knees wider and sits up enough to reach my shoulders, trying desperately to push me back down onto his cock.
I don’t keep him waiting.
I double my speed and pressure as I bob up and down along his shaft while teasing him with my thumb.
Both of his hands fly to the back of my head, and within sixty seconds, he’s whimpering and writhing beneath my touch. I add my left hand to the mix and begin stroking his cock while my mouth focuses on adding suction to his tip.
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” he whispers.
I want to tell him that’s the plan, but I don’t want to interrupt my rhythm. I know I’ve made the right call when he says, “I’m gonna fucking come, Knox…I’m…gonna…I’m coming.”
I know, baby, I think to myself. I can feel him swelling in my mouth, taste the flush of precum from his slit right before he unloads in the back of my throat.
“Oh, FUCK!” he yells, loud enough for the good people of Kansas to hear him.
I don’t say anything, though, because it isn’t like everyone didn’t already know what we were doing…
But I am absolutely going to punish him for sitting up on his elbows a few moments later, looking me dead in the eye, and shouting, “Hell, yes. Drain my fucking balls, Daddy.”