Epilogue
Camilo
One year later
S hay-Lee’s body pressed against mine, his fingers clutching my hair at its roots as he kissed me back aggressively. Licking into my mouth, he sucked on my tongue before he scraped my bottom lip with his teeth. He then bit on it, hard enough to make me taste blood, and the low chuckle he let out afterward was enough to drive me out of my fucking mind. The whole time he thrust his hips into me, and with the way his stiff cock rubbed over my thigh as we ravished each other’s mouths, I was two seconds away from doing him raw in the elevator. Thankfully, I had enough sense not to, and starved to own him, I managed to get us back to our hotel suite.
My mouth was busy with Shay-Lee—my hands, too—while I tried putting in the pin code to open the room’s door. “Shit,” I hissed when I got it wrong.
Before I could try again, Shay-Lee pulled me back, his lips on mine in seconds. My cock pulsed in my pants, and I cupped the back of Shay-Lee’s head before pressing him to the door, my thigh rubbing his stiff erection until he groaned with pleasure .
“Hold on just a second, kitten,” I whispered in his ear, then planted a kiss on his neck before going back to the door. My head was spinning with the heat of Shay-Lee’s proximity, and it took me a second to remember the code before typing it in. I was pressing the third digit when the greedy little puss gripped me over my pants, and I swore under my heavy breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he gave me a firm squeeze.
A cocky smile spread on my lips when I heard the lock click, and I pushed the door open before gripping Shay-Lee’s slim waist and jumping him into my arms. He quickly wrapped his legs around me, and my hands slipped to his firm ass.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I whispered the words over his tempting lips as I walked us into our hotel suite, kicking the door closed behind me.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” Shay-Lee teased, his tongue poking out to lick those damn lips of his before he clashed our mouths together in a brutal kiss. Swirling his tongue with mine, he fought for dominance while working on stripping me out of the clothes he’d designed himself. Only he was too eager, and pulling the shirt too hard, he made me lose balance, and we crashed to the floor.
His ass hit the cold tiles first, and I worried he’d gotten hurt when his hands quickly returned to my face, and he guided me down until his mouth was mine to take over. He moaned into the kiss, voice so beautiful it put me under a spell.
His spell.
I slightly rose up to look at him, my eyes drinking in the unbelievable sight spread beneath me. Lying on the floor with his golden hair spread around him like a halo and the lace shirt he wore clinging to him like a second skin—decorating his body in golden ornaments—Shay-Lee looked like a masterpiece, painted by God himself.
“What are you doing?” he purred, biting on the back of his finger while his eyes wandered up my body .
“Just looking at my husband,” I said, moving my hand to his throat and the necklace decorating it.
Mine. So. Fucking. Mine.
Shay-Lee’s crystal eyes darkened before he bit on his full bottom lip. “In that case—” He lifted up his waist off the floor, spreading his legs apart. “—make sure to look there, too, husband .”
Loving the sound of that word coming out of his sinful mouth, a wicked smile pulled on my lips, and obeying his orders, I clenched the thin lace of his shirt in my fists.
“You beast—” Shay-Lee gasped as I ripped off the blouse he designed, which had cost a fortune. A piece of haute couture from tonight’s show. “This one took weeks to create— oh, fuck .” His scolding turned into one long groan of pleasure as I wrapped my lips around his pink nipple and sucked on it.
He writhed beneath me, his chest rising closer to my face as I darted my tongue out and flicked it over the perked nipple. Using my hand, I pinched his other one and played with it, slowly applying more pressure until I let go and started planting kisses along his torso. Going down, I licked a path from his shredded abs to his belly button, my fingers unbuttoning his pants before I moved my mouth south and kissed him right above the base of his rigid cock.
The silk trousers he wore nearly slipped off his fit legs as I pulled them down, leaving him in nothing but a pair of sexy little black briefs. My mouth watered at the sight of his hard dick pressing against the thin fabric, and I licked my lips, ready to taste him.
After I’d gotten myself out of my shirt, I tossed it at him. Shay-Lee caught it with two hands and brought it to his face. It didn’t escape me how he breathed it in, his eyes closed, an expression of love coating his flawless face. Overwhelmed with my passion for him, I dragged the pads of my fingers along his leg, going a bit slower once reaching the scar decorating his ankle. Shay-Lee shuddered under my touch, his eyes soaked with need . The same need that burned inside me and would only be satisfied once our bodies became one .
Letting go of his ankle, I took off his briefs, then grabbed his waist and pulled him close before ducking my head down between his spread legs. His body was hot, burning me alive as I kissed his inner thigh.
“Camilo, what are you— oh ,” he gasped once I parted my lips and sank my teeth into his flesh, enough to break skin, as I bit his inner thigh and left my mark on him.
It wasn’t nearly enough, and so I moved my mouth to his balls and sucked on them. Heavy and full, each nut weighed on my tongue, and I groaned with my mouth full before pulling back and moving to his hard length. I flicked my tongue over the crown of his fat cock, savoring the bitter taste of his cum before I bobbed my head down and took him deeper into my throat.
“Oh, God,” Shay-Lee cried, his voice rough. “Oh, fuck, baby, yes.”
His legs were thrown over my shoulders as I sucked his dick, my arms wrapping around his thighs to hold his hips in a possessive grip while my abs scratched the floor with each of my movements. Shay-Lee pushed my head down, forcing me to go faster, and I obliged with pleasure. With my fingers digging into his flesh, I sucked him harder, faster, my mouth working on his cock as I ground against the floor, my own cock bursting with need. Spit coated my lips that stretched around his impressive length, and I pulled back, ready to move on to his ass, when he stopped me.
Surprised, and with my lips glossed with precum and spit, I frowned at him.
“I want to suck you, too,” he explained, and my cock twitched at his words.
Quickly, I grabbed his body and pulled him with me, changing our position. Now, I was the one lying on his back while Shay-Lee was on top, his head facing my cock while his ass—
“Holy fuck, Camilo,” he groaned as I parted his ass cheeks and flicked my tongue over the sensitive rim.
With his fine ass in arm’s reach, I wasn’t about to waste time and quickly shoved my face into that perfect peach, savoring the taste of his clean musk and the satisfaction of having his weight pushed on my nose. His heavy balls hit my chin as I began feasting on his ass like it was my birthday cake, and while I pushed my tongue deep inside his hole, my kitten had already wrapped his plump lips around my cock. It was hard to concentrate on anything with how warm and tight his mouth felt, but I forced myself to focus on him as I added my thumb and pushed it inside him. Shay-Lee groaned around my stiff cock, his body twisting while I inserted another finger and fucked his hole using my tongue and digits.
I knew I’d hit the spot when he stopped working his mouth on my cock and pulled off to cry with pleasure. Smitten, I pulled my tongue out and looked at him. He still held my cock in his hands while his face was covered with sweat, his cheeks flushed red.
“Come on, kitten, you can’t be the only one having fun,” I said, voice low.
“F-fuck me,” he panted. “I need you to fuck me.”
I pushed my fingers deeper into him, and he jumped forward as his skin erupted with goose bumps.
“I am fucking you.” I scissored my fingers, grazing his prostate on the way. “Or are you saying that three fingers aren’t enough for that pussy?”
Opening his eyes, Shay-Lee met my gaze, and fuck, was he pretty.
“P-please, Camilo. I need you.”
My lips curled into a deviant smile as I pulled my digits out of his hole and spanked his firm ass. “ Vamos, chiquitita . You know your husband loves it dirtier than that.”
Shay-Lee’s lips parted and closed before he swallowed hard. Then, without a shred of embarrassment, he reached one hand back and parted his ass for me, all while holding my hungry gaze.
“Be a good husband and wreck this pussy for me.” He pushed one finger into his hole, a soft moan slipping past his lips. “Fill it with your cum until it drips out— ”
Before Shay-Lee had a chance to finish his words, I shoved his hand out of the way and had him bent on all fours, with me on my knees behind him. Looking down at his beautiful back, I parted his ass cheeks and spat on his hole. I then spat on my palm, using my saliva to coat my cock before bringing it to his ready hole. My flushed tip pushed against his entrance, my muscles tense with anticipation. A deep groan left him as I shoved inside his body, his warm walls wrapping my length to perfection. His tight ass squeezed my cock, and I doubted I’d be able to last long with how good he felt. But what was new? Each time I slid inside him, I was struck by the same unbelievable sensation that gripped each and every bit of me. He was warm, tight, and perfect. Above all, he was mine and no one else’s, and to prove it, I began thrusting my hips. Shay-Lee bucked against my thrusts, crying for me to go harder.
Gripping his hair in my fist, I pulled his head back.
“Harder?” I bottomed out inside him, loving how his ass clenched around me. “Your slutty ass’s nearly tearing up my cock with how you grasp around it, and you ask for harder?”
He nodded, a weak cry leaving him, and fuck me sideways , was this hot .
With his hair still in my fist, I began moving my hips again, my cock sliding in and out of his ass in a brutal rhythm. My balls slapped against his skin with each slam, and the sound was echoed by his throaty groans.
Feeling like I was on fire, my skin was covered with sweat, and some of it dripped into my eyes. But none of it mattered now, not when I was balls-deep inside my husband, fucking him raw as he was on all fours for me. But while I loved the sight of his back, I loved his face a whole lot more.
As I pulled out, a string of precum stretched from the tip of my cock to his sweet ass, and I licked my lips, unable to wait until his hole dripped with my load. Shay-Lee protested at the loss of touch but calmed down once I turned him around and scooped his body into my arms. Without a struggle, I carried him to the bed while he latched himself onto me.
I placed him on the mattress, then noticed the deep crease forming between his pinched brows as he stared at the scar left on my stomach from the surgery.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, my fingers caressing him softly.
He shook his head, the necklace around his neck moving with him.
“No.” He wrapped his fingers around my length. “I need this back inside me.” His breath hitched. “I need to feel you’re okay.”
It had been over a year since I’d got injured, and while I was all healed now and probably in the best shape of my life, Shay-Lee still had moments he feared I wasn’t . His worry warmed my heart at the same time it pained my soul, and to prove he had nothing to worry about, I grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth.
“ Estoy bien, mi vida. ” I kissed his palm. “ No tienes de qué preocuparte. ”
After promising him that I was fine and that he had nothing to worry about, Shay-Lee stared at me, cheeks red and eyes full of tears. He seemed doubtful, but soon, the fear melted from his face.
“Do you want to continue?” I asked him, and he nodded.
Happy and full of love, I kissed his sweaty forehead.
Reassured that he was fine, I let go of his hands, grabbed my dick, and aligned it with his hole before pushing back inside him. With his body bent in half, Shay-Lee crossed his legs around my neck and pulled me closer until my chain grazed his smooth skin.
I rolled my hips, driving my cock in and out of his ass while he cried my name. With his eyes closed, head sunk into the pillow, and lips parted, he was painfully beautiful. So much that I had to have another taste. I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his as I continued to fuck him, remembering the first time we kissed and how much we’d grown since.
I licked into his mouth, then sucked on his bottom lip when he moved his hand to my face, his finger caressing the scar that went up along my jaw, all the way to my brow.
“I love you—” He kissed me. “—I love you so much.”
My heart fluttered in my chest, my temperature rising at the three words I’d never get used to, and like some virgin, my dick twitched.
“F-fuck,” I groaned, embarrassed as I felt my climax building up.
Shay-Lee tugged on my earring, pulling my attention back.
“Just a bit more,” he whispered in my ear, his breath ghosting my skin. “I want us to come together.”
I swallowed hard and clenched my jaw as his words became my mission. Slipping my hand between us, I grabbed his cock and began moving my palm along his shaft. I stroked him at a pace that matched my thrusts, fisting him a bit tighter around the tip. It didn’t take long, and after a few shallow strokes, he began shuddering. The same went for me as my muscles lost control after a wave of pleasure washed through me. My cock pulsed and throbbed inside his ass while I filled him fully with my load; at the same time, Shay-Lee’s cock burst in my fist, his hot cum spilling from between my fingers as he continued to come until his breath calmed down and his body relaxed.
Like a useless lug, I dropped on top of him, my head nestled in his hair that still smelled of coconut.
“I love you,” I said while he began stroking my back.
“I love you, too.”
“Like, so much,” I added.
He chuckled. “I know you do.”
I turned my head to stare at him. “No, like, so, so much.”
He tilted his head so our eyes met.
“I know.”
“So fucking much—”
The sudden sound of Shay-Lee’s ringtone cut into my words, and with my cock still inside him, I looked back at the trail of clothes we’d left on the floor .
“Who’s calling you?” I frowned back at Shay-Lee, who tried shoving me off him.
“I’ll check if you move—”
“Nope.” I crushed him in a bear hug.
He grunted.
“My phone’s ringing!”
“Your husband is still inside you, and you want to check who’s calling you?” I pouted when he huffed.
“My husband is inside me way too often for it to mean anything.”
“That’s just rude.”
He glared at me. “So is not letting me pick up the phone—”
The ringing died, and I laughed.
“See? Whoever it was gave up—”
The room phone started ringing, proving me wrong.
Shit.
Slipping out of his ass, I rolled to my back and got comfortable on the bed when Shay-Lee got up to take the call. As he did, I watched his little butt sauntering away and enjoyed the sight of my cum dripping out of it. In fact, I was so caught up in the magnificent vision that I’d completely missed Shay-Lee speaking to me.
“What did you say?” I asked.
He picked up my pants from the floor and tossed them at my head.
“I said that everyone is waiting for us in the restaurant, so move your ass.”
Oh shit.
I’d completely forgotten we were supposed to meet the whole family for a late dinner after the show.
“Camilo! Get your ass out of bed!” he shouted from the bathroom he’d just walked into.
Sad that we wouldn’t get to have round two, I slowly got up. “I don’t like it when you tell me what to do. ”
“Then you shouldn’t have married me,” he yelled over the sound of running water.
With a sigh, I grabbed my things from the floor and followed him into the bathroom. After all, arguing with him was pointless, as he always won anyway.
Fresh and groomed after a quick shower, we arrived at the restaurant incredibly late, so late that the guys had already finished three wine bottles while waiting for us.
“Told you they went back to their room to fuck,” Miles said, then sipped from his wine glass before we could even say hello.
“How do you know?” Jessie, forever innocent, asked.
“ Hello ?” Miles jerked his head in our direction. “All washed up and dressed in new clothes?” he snorted. “Please. They’re fooling no one.”
“ Oh , you’re right! They are in new clothes,” Jessie hummed while nodding his head.
I tried to hold back a laugh when Shay-Lee elbowed me. Not wanting to upset him, I pushed his chair back and waited for him to sit down first. After he did, I took my own seat and looked at the full table.
“So, what did we miss?” I asked while handing Shay-Lee a menu.
Andrei snorted from beside me. “Like you actually care.”
“True. I don’t give a fuck—”
“I’m starving. Have you ordered already?” Shay-Lee cut in, his eyes fixed on the menu.
“No, we all waited for you guys to join us,” Soren explained as he refilled his wineglass. “But I think we could just ask the waiter to bring us the whole menu, right?” He turned to face Chief, who frowned in response.
“Wouldn’t that be too much?” he asked, and I shared his thoughts .
He and I had both married men who loved spending their money like it was fairy dust. Take last week, for example, when Shay-Lee and Soren went to the spa, only to return home with a new yacht. Each .
“Order whatever you want. It’s on us,” Shay-Lee said.
“Oh, nonsense.” Soren fixed his glasses to sit higher on his nose. “Tonight is your night, darling, and I insist on paying.”
“You can buy me food, I don’t mind,” Jessie told Soren.
“Jessie, you can’t just ask people to buy you food,” Levi immediately whined.
Jessie’s expression fell. “Why not?”
“Because—” Levi paused to rethink his words. “It’s just rude.”
“But they’re loaded, and I’m hungry!”
Ha… this is going to be one long dinner , I thought and was right. Two hours and lots of food later, we were still sitting around the same big table, talking over everything and nothing. It was actually nice, and I missed our family chaos. While we did attempt to meet up at least once a month, it wasn’t always easy, with everyone having their own life going on. Still, we saw each other frequently and were all involved in each other’s lives whether we wanted to be or not.
A fresh bottle of champagne just arrived at the table, and I found it to be the perfect opportunity.
Getting up, I cleared my throat, catching everyone’s attention.
“I have a big announcement,” I said and picked up a glass of champagne when all eyes turned on me.
“As long as it’s not another wedding,” Levi muttered.
“Why not? I love weddings. They are fun!” Jessie jumped in.
“Not theirs.” Fear filled Levi’s eyes. “Their wedding was a disaster.”
“What? It was awesome,” Miles said after he pulled his eyes off his phone.
“Because you didn’t almost die—”
“Why would we get married again?” I shut them all up .
Levi narrowed his eyes at me. “Everything is possible when it comes to you two.”
“True.” My sweet husband nodded while drinking his wine.
Bitch.
“Remember that ski trip we all took last winter?” Andrei burst in with irrelevant comments.
“Oh my God!” Miles gasped. “It was hilarious! I think I’ve still got videos on my phone—”
“For fuck’s sake, can’t a man raise a toast without being interrupted every fucking second?” I snapped, and the whole table went silent.
Fucking finally.
I took a deep breath to calm down, then fixed my posture. “I wanted to make a toast para el familia ,” I said, eyes moving between all the familiar faces I recognized, even in the dark. “I want to say thank you, to all of you—” My eyes skipped to Miles. “—for coming all the way to Milan to support us tonight.” They all cheered, and I waited for the table to calm down before moving on. “But before I move on to praise my incredibly talented Llorón for being the brilliant guy that he is, I want to raise a glass to all of you.” My eyes moved to Jessie. “Jess, congratulations on publishing your latest comic. It’s hot as fuck.” I smiled, thinking back about his lewd art that was sexy enough to make me hard.
“Oh my God, yes,” Shay-Lee added from beside. “So hot.”
“ Hombrecito .” My eyes latched on Levi, whose ears just turned redder. “I hope you’re going to make loads of cash once you sell that app you are developing now.” The little genius was in the process of selling his startup in an exit worth millions of dollars.
“ Software ,” he corrected me.
“You got my point,” I hissed before moving on to the eldest in the room. “Chief and Soren, well, I don’t know what you did well this year, but next time we meet, make sure to bring Cyrus and June, too.”
Soren scowled while Chief explained it was too late for the kids to be up .
Who cares. Give me my babies now.
“Miles!” I said when the twink sighed.
“We can skip my turn.”
“Ain’t no way we are skipping your boney ass.” I grinned while he rolled his eyes. “Good luck with the release of your cookbook. I’m waiting for the vegan volume.”
A small smile took over his lips, and I shot him a wink. It was a nice moment that lasted less than a second and would probably never happen again.
“Now, my best friend.” I slammed my hand on Andrei’s back, who sat on my other side. “My boy is going to be one hell of a lawyer, huh? Fucking epic, bro.”
Andrei smiled. His green eyes, slightly drunk at the moment, shone with joy. “I still have one more year left at law school before I do, man.”
“It still counts,” I said proudly when he laughed.
“Well, not exactly—”
“Just make sure to be the best,” I cut him off. “Like that guy.” I cocked my head in Soren’s direction before going back to Andrei, who patted my side.
“Will do, man.”
Finally reaching the man of the hour, I fully turned to face Shay-Lee, who looked back at me, his brilliant eyes taking all the air out of my pathetic lungs.
“We already know it, but you killed it tonight, tesoro .” After he had to cancel it the last time, at last, Shay-Lee had his first fashion show tonight. It went so well that his boss, Vito, had already asked Shay-Lee to start working on his next collection. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you, Llorón, and all the work you put into this show. You crushed it, baby.”
My throat dried up as tears clogged it. I knew it was pathetic, but hey, I couldn’t help it.
“Oh no, here they go again,” Miles mumbled when I flipped him the finger .
“Shut it, asshole, I’m having a moment.”
“You two are always having a moment,” Andrei sighed, and while I wanted to tell him he could go and shove it, he did have a point.
Thanks to Shay-Lee, my life was filled with stupid, eye-rolling, heartwarming, repulsively joyful moments. Moments I would never have enough of.
“I want to say something, too.” Shay-Lee got up to his feet, a glass in his hand. “Because tonight wasn’t only about me but you, too, Camilo.” He smiled at me. “And it would have been a complete failure if not for your amazing talent.”
I rolled my eyes. “Please, I just danced a little.”
“A little?” Shay-Lee’s brows rose up. “You were amazing, baby. So amazing that three different agents want to work with you.”
I tried shrugging it off while the whole table reacted with excitement.
“They only gave me their business card, nothing to get excited over.”
Shay-Lee snorted. “When it comes from the biggest names in the industry, it’s not just a card , hon, but a future.” He placed his hand on my shoulder before bringing his glass close to mine. “Be proud, baby. You did amazing.”
For a moment, I wondered how I got this lucky and asked myself: Why me? Why did I get to be this happy? Carmen was a much better person than I ever was; Mamá was a kind woman throughout her life, and Iván? He always saw the bright side no matter what, so how come they were all dead while I was here, with my new family, a family I wasn’t born into yet cared for with all my heart, and a husband who meant the world to me?
But before I allowed myself to sink into that darkness, I looked deep into Shay-Lee’s eyes to see the unconditional love he held for me, and I knew why. I was here thanks to him . Thanks to a man I was never supposed to fall for and did anyway. All this goodness was because of him, my enemy who turned out to be my savior who rescued me from myself and the dark future I could have had if not for his love.
So, without lingering to doubt my luck, I clung his glass with mine and pulled him into a kiss. A toe-curling kiss that was so romantic it was borderline annoying.
“Cheers to you, Llorón.”
The end.