Epilogue
TWO MONTHS LATER - SIMON
I t’s Saturday and I have the day off. I have no plans but to lie on this sofa for the whole day watching shit television.
That plan goes out of the window when the door slams and Carlos unexpectedly walks in.
Dima and Lev accepted his proposal and they have been busy trying to merge the two organizations and work on expansion.
He’s been spending more time with them than me, but I can’t complain.
I’m seriously considering becoming a man of leisure.
“What are you doing back?” I ask, turning off the TV and walking over to him in the kitchen. He has a box in his hand and I’m hoping it's not another gift from Noah.
“There was something I wanted to give you before I head back out again.”
“Does it happen to be in that box?”
“Open it.”
I pull the small box towards me and it's very beautiful. An old mahogany box with a high shine finish. When I open it up, inside is a black velvet material and three teeth. Two platinum plated teeth and one gold. Oh my god he’s a nerd.
“First question, who and why?”
“Gabriel, Bruno and Enrico. It took a lot longer to have them shipped over. I thought you could start your own collection.”
“Have I said something that makes you think I want to collect dead people’s teeth?”
“No, but it's good to share a hobby. Anyway, I wanted to give them to you, their deaths are my gift to you.”
Looking at Carlos’ face that is stoic and beautiful, he isn’t joking and is being serious.
“In that case, I love them. We can put them next to yours.”
“Liar. But that's okay if you're too stuck up to appreciate them.”
“Why would it make me stuck up not wanting teeth?”
“You don’t see the bigger picture. It’s a token of life.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Don’t forget clever, because I knew you’d react that way and I have got you a real gift. Here,” he says, placing in my hand a medium sized leather box that I’m sure is jewelry. I open it up, and I’m stunned. It’s beautiful.
“Carlos, this is…” I go to say, but lose my words as I pick up the leather bracelet that has a black and clear diamond lion pendant. His little lion.
“You like it?”
“I fucking love it. This may be worthy of a blow job.”
“I’m happy you like it. Now we can tell everyone about the engagement.”
I freeze.
“What now?”
“We’re engaged.”
“You need to stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Saying things that were never said in the first place. You did it when you wanted me to move in and you’ve done it just now. Not once did I hear you ask me to marry you.”
“Actions are better than words.”
“Actions. It’s a bracelet not an engagement ring.”
“You want an engagement ring? I thought you’d prefer the bracelet.”
“Carlos stop being difficult before I hit you over the head with a frying pan.”
“I’m sorry for not being clear. Are you going to tell the boys?”
“Tell them what? You’re trying to trap me with word play, Carlos. I know you.”
“There’s no point asking when it’s gonna happen anyway.”
I put my hands on my face and rub my eyes. This man is infuriating.
“Give me a kiss,” he says.
“I should give you a slap. Such a pain in the ass.”
Carlos kisses me and as always, I give in to him and let myself fall all over again.
Enjoying his thick tongue dancing with mine, and his hands that find their way down to my ass.
It doesn’t take long for things to heat up to boiling levels.
Before I have a chance to catch my breath, my joggers are around my ankles and his face is in between my cheeks, prodding and licking, getting me ready for his cock. Nobody fucks like Carlos Silva.
“That’s enough prep, get in me now,” I beg, bending myself over the kitchen counter. It’s become our favorite spot of ours to do this.
He stands behind me and I hear the unbuckling of his belt and the sound of his zip, then that familiar tip at my entrance.
He lifts my shirt and caresses my back before giving a salacious lick over my scars.
They have a different meaning now. Carlos has turned pain into pleasure and I love it when he pays attention to my stripes.
“Hurry the fuck up,” I demand.
The sound of the olive oil jar, followed by his wet fingers circling my hole, I push back, giving the order. I’m not that patient and need him inside of me.
Finally, he pushes inside and we both moan at the sensation. I love him inside of me. We sometimes mix it up but this is what I prefer. To be full of him, to have him as close to me as anyone can get.
“I want it hard,” I say.
“Very demanding today, aren’t we?”
“Yes, now fuck me or get out.”
Before I can finish the sentence he is fucking me so good. The worktop digs into my stomach as the force of his thrusts pushes me against the hard surface. Putting more of his weight over me, his mouth connects with the back of my neck and he bites down hard.
“Ahhh,” I shout. So fucking good.
“You going to jack yourself off, I’m close, so close,” he pants and groans into my ear. The weight of him on top of me makes it impossible to move. I manage to reach down and rub myself, the pre cum providing the perfect lubrication.
“Fuck yeah, you gonna marry me, little lion?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” I babble as I cum all over my hand. I can’t believe he asked that while fucking me.
“Need an answer before I blow,” he says, grunting and groaning.
“If you want,” I say, lost to the post orgasm daze.
Carlos explodes inside me, like he is signing my promise to marry him in cum.
“You’re a manipulative asshole, Carlos.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Silva.”
“Who said I was going to take your last name? I like my own name, Simon Marino.”
And so the fighting continues, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.