Epilogue
Colton
Three months later
Three fucking months of seeing him through a screen.
Three months of hearing his voice and not touching him.
And now, he’s standing ten feet away from me.
The ranch looks unchanged, as if frozen in a time I never left. Trucks are parked crooked, the barn door is cocked open about halfway, and the lights are on inside, illuminating Rhett, who stands frozen inside, arms crossed, and a grin on his face that’s been there since my bike pulled up.
I swing off the bike slowly, helmet still in my hand.
“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” he calls out jokingly.
Hearing that voice now is ten times better than any FaceTime call we’ve had.
I huff out a breath, finally getting my feet to cooperate, and start toward him. “Are you kidding? Been counting down.”
He pushes off the frame of the door he was on and meets me halfway, our chests almost touching.
“I’d fucking hope so. You’re stuck with me, Colt. You’re mine, and I love you.”
His hands snake into my hair, weaving between the tangled strands, as he brands me with a searing kiss. My tongue slips into his mouth, battling for dominance, and I grab him by the front of his shirt to hold him close.
I nip at his lower lip and he breaks the kiss, asking me a question he already knows the answer to.
“Don’t do that, Rhett. You already know the answer to that.”
“Then say it anyway. Maybe I want to hear you say it.”
“I missed you too, cowboy. So much.”
Taking his hand in mine, I guide him over to my bike. “Get your helmet out of your truck. I want to take you somewhere.”
He nods, his hand slipping out of mine as I grab my helmet off the fence post it always sits on and cue up my Bluetooth. Once he comes over to me, I connect his before climbing on.
“Come on, Golden Boy.”
He hesitates for a second before climbing behind me wrapping his hands around my waist. Leaning into me, his warm chest is pressed against my back. The weight of his body against mine feels just right.
Twisting the throttle, the bike roars to life below us, lurching forward, and his grip tightens on my waist. The road stretches out in front of us, empty and familiar.
I smirk to myself, pushing the throttle just a little harder.
“Missed me?” I ask through the Bluetooth.
There’s a beat—static.
“Don’t start with me, Colt,” he replies, voice strained.
The tension builds between us, and I can’t help but get excited to see how long it takes him to break.
The rough shift of his thighs squeezing against mine sends heat straight to my cock. His fingers curl tight into my shirt, and I slide one hand back, palming his bulge through his jeans, rubbing slow, teasing circles with my thumb over the hard ridge of his dick.
Fuck…I can’t wait to wreck him later, when I have him all to myself.
When I finally ease off the throttle, the tires crunch over dirt and gravel as I pull the bike off the road into a hidden tree line. I kill the engine, and the sudden silence is deafening.
Neither of us moves. Rhett’s arms stay locked around my waist, his broad chest plastered tight against my back, like he’ll die if he lets even an inch of space between us.
“Rhett—”
“I missed you—missed this, so fucking much, Colt,” he growls against my ear, voice low and wrecked. His hands shove under my shirt, rough palms scraping over my skin, making it pebble instantly.
“You know I feel the same, cowboy.”
I try to swing my leg off the bike, but he stops me with a firm grip, voice dropping into that husky command that makes my cock throb. “Turn around.”
“Why? I’ve got something I want to show you.”
His fingers are already sliding down my stomach, popping the button on my jeans with impatient hunger. “Turn. Around. Now.”
My dick jumps at the order and I climb off just long enough to swing my leg back over and face him, straddling the bike seat so we’re chest to chest, my knees bracketing his hips. The motorcycle rocks slightly under our combined weight.
We rip our helmets off at the same time and toss them to the dirt.
There’s one beat of charged silence, then we crash together.
Our mouths slam into each other, tongues fighting desperately for dominance.
Both of us reach for the other’s jeans, undoing our belts and yanking zippers down frantically.
In seconds, both of our cocks are out—hot, heavy, and leaking.
Tilting my palm toward Rhett, I wait for him to take the hint and give me what I need.
He doesn’t take long to realize before spitting into my palm, the wet sound filling the air between us.
I wrap my hand around Rhett’s thick shaft, stroking him hard and fast, thumb swirling over his swollen head.
He groans, hips twitching as his cock throbs against my fingers.
Neither of us will last long like this.
I let go just long enough to spit on my own dick too, getting us both slick and shiny. Then I press my pierced head against his, rubbing our cocks together in long, messy strokes. The metal of my piercing drags over his sensitive head and Rhett shudders hard, cursing under his breath.
“Fuck—”
His hips buck up greedily, grinding harder against me. Thick pre-cum oozes from his slit and I reach down, smearing it all over both of us until our dicks are slick and sloppy, sliding together with wet, obscene sounds.
Locking eyes with him, I push two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
Rhett’s lips close around them instantly, tongue swirling, hot and eager, as he sucks like he’s starving for it. His eyes go hazy with lust. The sight makes my own cock twitch against his.
“That’s it…good fucking boy, Rhett,” I growl, voice rough. “Suck my fingers like you’ll suck my cock later. Take what you need, because we’re just getting started, baby.”
I grip the back of his neck hard and crush our mouths together again, plunging my tongue deep while we rut against each other.
Our slick cocks slide and grind together between our stomachs, the wet friction driving us both insane.
Heavy groans and ragged breathing fill the air as we chase that building heat.
I feel Rhett starting to tense, thrusting even harder against me.
His hips stutter, chasing that perfect friction, but right before he can tip over the edge I pull my hand back completely.
Our slick, throbbing heads rest flush together, barely touching, the heat radiating between us almost unbearable.
“Not yet,” I rasp out against his parted lips, voice low and rough. “You come when I say, Golden Boy.”
Rhett lets out a broken and needy groan, and it’s so fucking pretty, I twitch in response.
His hips twitch forward, trying to grind against me, but I shift just enough to deny him the pressure he’s chasing.
He reaches out, fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting through my shirt as his thighs tremble around my hips.
“Colt…please…fuck, I need it,” he grates out, voice cracking. “I’m so close…don’t stop…”
I smirk against his mouth and lean in, nipping at his bottom lip before I finally give him just a taste.
I wrap my hand loosely around both our cocks again, barely squeezing, and start slow strokes.
The metal barbell of my piercing drags circles over his leaking slit, catching and tugging gently with every pass.
Rhett’s whole body jerks like he’s been shocked.
His head falls back and a wrecked moan tears out of him.
“That’s it…fuck you look so pretty like this. Do you feel that?” I murmur, watching his face intently. “My piercing is teasing your cock. You’re leaking so much for me. Making such a mess.”
His thighs clamp tighter around me, the motorcycle rocking unsteadily beneath us as he shakes.
Pre-cum drips steadily from both of us, slicking my fingers.
Rhett’s breathing comes in short pants. His eyes are closed, lips parted, completely lost as I keep edging him right to the brink and then easing off again.
“Colt…please. I can’t—fuck. I’m begging you…”
Only when his thighs are trembling violently and he’s babbling incoherently, when he half curses and half praises my name, do I finally fist both our cocks tight and stroke hard and fast.
“Now.” I lean in and whisper the word against his ear, my voice dark and commanding. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart all over my cock.”
Rhett comes with a broken shout that echoes through the trees.
His entire body locks up, back arching hard off the bike seat as thick, hot ropes of cum spurt between us.
The first powerful pulse hits my piercing dead-on, the wet heat and pressure sending a lightning bolt straight down my spine. And then it’s over for me too.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, gasping out his name as my own orgasm crashes through me. I keep stroking us through it, milking every last drop while our loads mix together in thick ropes that coat both our stomachs and are dripping down our balls and onto the leather seat beneath us.
We stay tangled together for a moment, breathless, hearts hammering against each other’s chest.
Finally, we untangle our legs, and I climb off the bike, causing it to rock, while Rhett strips off his flannel, wiping himself off and cleaning up the seat before handing the flannel over to me to do the same.
“Now, I’d like to actually show you something.” I gesture for Rhett to follow and take off into the thick brush. We only walk for a couple minutes before the cliff comes into view.
The sun hangs low in the sky as I lower myself to sit on the cliff overlooking all the ranches below.
Rhett whistles, lowering himself next to me. “You did always have to outdo me. It’s gorgeous, though.”
“Yeah, Aunt Aria showed this to me when I turned sixteen and needed a place to go. It became my hideaway when I felt alone. That’s why I wanted to share it with you.”
He kisses me gently. “I love you too, Colt.”
Rhett
Two years later
Colt: Study group at 3. Be back at 6. Don’t eat my leftovers. -Miranda.