Epilogue
Notes:
Sorry this chapter is late. I accidentally fed a Mogwai after midnight.
Rowan
“Baby, you gotta try this pastry. It’s amazing.”
Milo’s on the balcony of our hotel room in Antalya, Türkiye, busy tearing into coffee and bread.
It’s pretty much all he’s eaten since we got here.
Me, I’m really into the freshly squeezed juice.
I don’t know exactly how much Milo paid for this place, but it’s even nicer than the hotel where we met.
We had a very long talk before I agreed to let him book it. “Everything here’s amazing.”
Spread out below is a gorgeous beach with crystal clear turquoise water. Farther in the distance, snowy mountains. I told him I loved snow but not the cold, so he brought me here.
“Mm-hmm.” He pulls me in for a kiss when I sit down at the little table to join him. “Especially the company.”
I laugh, but the intensity in his eyes draws me in. “One of these days you’ll get tired of me.” He knows I’m joking. It’s a game we play.
He always answers right away, like he’s worried even joking about it might make it true.
“Fuck no. You take that back.” He jumps up and climbs into my lap, tickling me until I can’t breathe. When we both finally catch our breath, he puts his hands on either side of my face. “I love you more every single fucking day.”
Pressing my lips to his, I murmur, “I love you too.”
“Did you get signed up for classes already?”
“Yep. All done.”
Milo took his last job in South Florida, then after a trip to Tallahassee where I found out my family was so happy to see me they weren’t actually mad at all, Milo got me a less than legal passport and we got on a plane.
We’ve been to Paris, Venice, Florence, and now here.
In a few weeks, we’ll head home to pick up Iggy from Brennan’s former escort, Simon, and then go see my parents again.
Everyone really did like Milo. My parents understood why we didn’t stay a long time, but my mother made it very clear she expected us to be back soon.
I think they were all kind of worried that I’d jumped from Tucker to a similar situation with Milo.
Honestly, I was as well, at least at first. But Milo put my family’s fears to rest, and he’s spent every day since proving to me that he’s different. In every way.
So we’re going for a longer visit until school starts in the fall.
At first, I resisted letting Milo pay for school for me, but he kept saying he had more than he could ever spend.
After some sexy role-play where he rode me while reminding me he liked to make his whore happy, I gave in.
If anyone else called me that, I’d punch them in the nose.
If Tucker had ever called me that I probably would’ve clocked him with that trophy much earlier than I did.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” I tell him.
Milo’s still straddling my lap, grinding against me to let me know he’d like to move things back into the bedroom. We’ve hardly gotten out of bed since we came here, but that’s okay. We have breakfast on the balcony every morning to see the view. Somehow, with Milo, I don’t mind.
“Oh, your mom emailed, by the way,” Milo says. “She wanted you to know she set up a bigger tank for Iggy because she thinks he needs one.”
“Why is she emailing you?”
“Because I’m the favorite.” He grins and pops a piece of bread in his mouth.
I slap his ass. “Come on. I want to go visit the waterfalls today.”
“Then you’d better fuck me first.”
“What are you going to do if I don’t? Punish me?” Another game we like to play. Well, I do.
He’s laughing as he gets up and pulls me back inside the room.
The investigation into Tucker’s death came and went with surprisingly little fanfare. Milo was right. The family said a bunch of stuff about wanting to grieve privately. Funnily enough, a few months after he died, his wife was suddenly announcing her own run for public office. No time wasted.
Maybe his marriage being shit was the one honest thing Tucker ever told me.
Also, his wife’s charity is now under investigation for funneling money from sick kids into political donations. Now I feel a little less bad for sleeping with her husband behind her back all those years.
I do feel bad for their kids, though. They’re both in high school, and the latest video footage I saw of them, they didn’t exactly seem sad he was dead. Makes me wonder if he bought that number one dad trophy for himself.
Oh well. Came in handy when I needed it.
Milo flops back on the bed, throwing his legs up in the air. He’s still wearing the hotel robe that came with the room, but clearly nothing else. “Get over here and fuck me, whore.”
My lips spread into a smile. “Well, when you say it like that, how can I say no?”
“You better not.” He grabs a bottle of lube from under one pillow and starts fingering his asshole. “If I get too far into this without you, I promise you’ll be really sad.”
“I don’t know. Might like to watch, actually.”
He gives me a pouty face. “Okay, but not now though. Get that big dick inside me before I have to hurt you.”
I shake my head and crawl across the bed. “You might need to hurt me. I’m still tired from the last time your ass milked me dry. Remember this morning? And last night. And the night before.”
“I’ll make it up to you. Put on a show. Toys and everything.”
“Fine.” I’m mostly kidding though, because I can’t get enough of him and I love that he can’t get enough of me. He’s shown me what actual connection feels like, what real chemistry is, after years of thinking perfectly bland sex was the best I was ever going to get.
“Can’t wait until school starts,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You? Why? I’m the one going.”
“Just think how much fun it’ll be. I’m going to get all the spirit wear, and I’m going to show up outside of your classes and make sure every single horny student knows you’re mine, and they’d better step off or else I’ll remove their body parts.”
I sigh. “Maybe I should call Ray.”
“Nope. I told Ray I’m retired.”
“You sound like you’re already looking for new ways to entertain yourself. I don’t want some poor co-ed getting shot because you’re bored. Might be good to see if he’s got any jobs for you.”
“No. When I said I was quitting, I meant it. Since he didn’t believe me, I definitely can’t call because I refuse to prove him right.”
I grab the lube and slick myself. “It’s sweet you wanted to quit for me. But maybe just a job or two. Something small, like a corrupt CEO or something. I think a little murder would do you good.”
He waves his hands. “Please. Rich assholes are like mosquitos. You slap one down and more pop up.”
“Say you’ll think about it?”
He smiles fondly, then nods. “I’ll think about it.” Then his breathing shifts, his eyes glazing over as I push inside. He reaches one hand out to grab me by the hair. “Such a perfect, sexy whore.” His back arches. “And that perfect dick of yours always hits me in the right spot.”
I chuckle. “Love you too, baby.”
He grins. “I love you, whore.”