Epilogue
Wraith
A year later
“You look so important up there in your suit.”
Pax chuckles as he cuddles in next to me in bed. We’ve been watching sports highlights from last night’s game, where he commented for the first time. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t like it.”
“No?”
“It’s such an ego thing. All of us sitting up there, past our primes, judging the guys still busting ass on the ice. I don’t have the personality for it and I don’t like being on TV.”
“But you look good doing it.”
“Because that matters,” he says.
“But you always look good, so I guess that’s not special.”
“You don’t have to butter me up, Wraith. I’m a sure thing.”
“Not buttering you up, gorgeous. Just speaking the truth.”
“You’re talking too much this morning. Maybe your mouth has been empty for too long.”
That comment makes me snort a laugh. “Got any ideas for how to fill it?”
“A couple, yeah.”
Pax rolls on top of me, closing the distance between us and pressing our lips together. I slide my hands down his body to his ass, squeezing roughly the way he likes it. In fact, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve really taken him apart the way I used to when we first met. That could be fun.
“I was thinking of something else I could fill,” I whisper before gently biting his bottom lip.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Your slutty little hole.”
Pax groans, bucking his hips against me. “Fuck yes.”
“You want that? You want my cock inside you?”
“Please.”
I flip us over easily so I’m on top, then lean in close, breathing the same breath as him. “Ask me for it. I love when you ask for my cock.”
“Please, Wraith. Please put your cock inside my slutty hole. Wreck it. Make it hurt.”
“Mmm, fuck, elskede. I want to please you over and over.”
He nods, cupping my face. “You do.”
As I attack his mouth again, my thoughts wander back over the past year. It astonishes me every time I stop to think about it.
We split our time between his place and Crestvale House, but lately, we’ve been here at the house more often.
He’s grown comfortable around my brothers, which warms my heart.
The biggest shift though is him accepting Boone joining us.
He’s not in hit man mode though. He’s our new strategist, helping us with some of the more complex jobs.
He’s also partnered with Whisper for a lot of intel.
Pax tells me he’s happy Boone has found his place, and that he always knew it would be non-traditional.
He’s become more comfortable with understanding my work too. He doesn’t want details, but he does want me to know he supports me. He’s the love of my life, and I’m his. I never even imagined this for myself, but it’s incredible.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs. “Fuck me hard, morder.”
“Mm, you know I love it when you speak my language.”
“Even when I call you killer?”
“Especially when you call me that.”
He shakes his head, but his smile is wide. “Show me how much you like it.”
I grunt, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube that never makes it back inside the drawer.
“I’ll never get tired of fucking you,” I mutter while pouring lube over my fingers and moving them between his legs. “Your hole is so tight and greedy, and all mine.”
“All yours,” he moans.
Thankfully, he’s still pretty soft from when we fucked last night, so I don’t have to work too hard to get him ready. Within minutes, I’m sliding inside him, both of us moaning from the sensation and the way his body always clenches around my cock.
“Fuck, Wraith,” Pax moans, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling our mouths together again.
I pump inside him, completely lost in the sensation. He feels like he was fucking custom made for me, and I meant what I said. I could never get sick of this.
When we break the kiss, I press our foreheads together, finding the perfect pace to unravel him, our lips sliding together in clumsy kisses as we share panting breaths.
“Fuck, I love your cock,” Pax whispers, nipping my bottom lip. “I love your body. I love everything about you.”
“Love you back,” I moan, snapping my hips and angling my thrusts to hit his prostate. I know I’ve found it when he arches his back and cries out. “That’s it, beautiful. Let yourself go. You can fall. I’ve got you.”
Pax grips the back of my neck, holding our mouths together. “Are you gonna come inside me?”
I nod, gazing down at him as best I can. “Fuck yeah. Are you gonna come?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Mm, yeah it is.”
I slide my hand down his body and hook it under his knee, increasing my angle and depth. Pax cries out, wildly rubbing his cock against my stomach, his fingers digging into my hips.
He’s close, falling apart beautifully in my hands, and when he comes, arching his back and whimpering my name, I fall over the edge with him, drifting on a cloud of pure pleasure, unable to catch my breath as I inhale him.
The orgasm lasts for what feels like forever, deeper and longer than any we’ve had in a long time. Possibly ever.
I slump against him, hot, sticky, sweaty, and completely head over heels in love with him. His hands tangle in my hair as he kisses my sweaty neck.
“Fuck, Wraith. Sex is so amazing with you.”
“Because we were meant for each other.”
I feel him nod against my shoulder. “We really were.”
“Should we shower?”
“I don’t think I can move yet.”
Chuckling, I nod. “Same, actually.”
“Let’s just lie here for a little while,” Pax says softly. “I love how your weight feels on top of me, your scent in my nose, the silky softness of your hair, your cock still twitching inside me.”
“Not for long.”
“I like that part too. I love feeling your cum drip out of me. So fucking hot.”
Moaning, I kiss his temple. “You drive me mad, you know that?”
“In a good way, I hope.”
“In the best way possible.” Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “I’m so proud of you. Everything you’ve done this year blows me away. Coming out, being an advocate for other queer players, trying new things. Truly impressive. The man you are, Pax, is breathtaking.”
His eyes soften as he smiles. “Because of you. You helped me get here. Your presence and intensity, your love. You gave me the soft place to land that I didn’t know I needed until we met. Thank you for loving me the way you do.”
“Thank you for letting me.”
My softening cock slips out of him and we both shiver and laugh. I drag my fingers between his legs, massaging his used rim and getting turned on all over again as my fingers get slick with my cum.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
Pax searches my eyes. “Do you think you’d want to, like, get marriedorsomething? Someday.”
I jerk my head back in surprise at his rushed request. “What? Are you asking a question or are you proposing?”
He looks confused for a second. “I’m not sure. What’s your answer?”
“I’ve never thought about it. It didn’t seem to be in the cards for me.”
“But if it was?”
As I hold his gaze, the answer is so clear I’m almost lightheaded. “I’m yours, Pax. For eternity. Whatever that looks like, I’m in. Marriage?” I nod. “I’d be proud to call you my husband.”
A tentative smile tugs at his lips. “Then I guess I was proposing.”
“Then I guess my answer is yes.”
His smile grows, lighting up his entire face. “Holy fuck.”
“Yeah.”
He grabs my face, kissing me hard. “Jeg elsker deg.”
“Hey, your pronunciation was near perfect. Have you been practicing?”
“Maybe.” He shrugs and winks.
“I love you too, my sexy hockey man.”
“Former hockey man.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “You’ll always be my hockey man.”
Pax nods. “What am I gonna do for the rest of my life?”
“Whatever you want. Take your time; you’ll figure it out. And while you do, I’ll be by your side.”
“I really got lucky with you.”
“Lucky? Or did you maybe deserve to be loved?”
“Okay, Boone,” he teases. His brother often reminds him of how deserving of this life he is.
“Your brother is right.”
“I’m learning.” He wraps his arms around me tightly. “Let’s nap. Then when we wake up, we’ll shower and I’ll fuck you. Sound good?”
“Sounds fucking perfect.”