Epilogue
EPILOGUE
DILLON
Five Years Later
“ T ell me something,” Jamie said, his fingers teasing down my chest, making my heated skin prickle with goosebumps.
“Anything.” I looked at him with wonder, the same way I’d done since the day I met him, and the way I planned to for the rest of our lives together. The scent of sex and cum filled the air as Jamie ground against me. He still had the face of an angel, but no one but me knew the nympho living beneath the surface.
“I’ve always wondered this.” He bit his slick bottom lip. I pulled it out with my thumb and kissed him, because I could never get enough of his lips. “Why little crow ?”
I gave him an indulgent smile. “Because a murder of crows is a dangerous thing.”
Jamie rolled his eyes at me, crossed his arms over my chest, and peered up at me with those beguiling blue eyes. “Why? And I want the truth this time.”
I sighed and ran my hands through his wild curls. Even all these years later, they were still a force of nature. “Because… because crows are seen as a symbol of transformation, positive change, and intuition. And I knew in my heart that you changed me the day I met you. Even if it took me years to truly understand what it meant.”
“I have no idea what to say to that. I never…I never knew it meant that much to you. I just thought you had a thing for birds.”
I gasped in mock outrage. “A thing for birds? You little shit. I’m going to get you for that.” Jamie burst out laughing and jumped off the bed, running toward the bathroom with me hot on his heels. “Don’t think the shower will save you…”
I stepped into the bathroom and froze. My little crow was on his knees in the shower, water droplets kissing his golden skin as they slid down his chest and clung to the hard nubs of his nipples. His eyes glowed with a heat of their own. “Unless?”
“Unless you’re on your knees, willing and waiting for me.” I stepped into the shower cubicle that was big enough to hold at least six men, and tapped my straining erection against his lips, teasing a bead of precum across them. Jamie’s tongue lapped it up before dipping into my slit.
“I want you on the field today knowing I can still taste your cum when you make your first pass. I want you hot, sweaty, and hard for me when you meet me afterwards. And I want you to fucking ruin me when we get home.”
I wrapped his wet hair around my wrist and thrust into the tight wet heat of his mouth. A guttural groan rumbled in my chest as his tongue teased the vein on the underside of my shaft, the crown nudging the back of his throat. I was already a throbbing mess, thanks to his filthy words. I wouldn’t last long. This needed to be hard and fast as I had to get to the stadium for today’s game.
“I’m going to fuck your face, baby, and fill you with my cum because I need to go.” Jamie moaned as I set a punishing rhythm, pulling out until the tip rested on his lips before snapping my hips and bottoming out. Nothing beat the feeling of his throat constricting around me. His slick fingers teased along my taint, rolled my balls, and gave them a tug.
Lightning flowed through my veins, my orgasm barreling closer with every slurping suck as he made love to my cock with his talented mouth. “Oh shit. That’s it, baby.” Jamie smiled around my dick as tears fell down his flushed cheeks. He flicked his tongue over my slit, and my balls pulled up tight.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Swallow me down, baby.” I grunted as I thickened his mouth, his lips stretched impossibly wide. It was the undiluted hunger in his eyes that pushed me over the edge as thick ropes of cum poured down his throat.
Jamie cleaned me off before catching the drops that had dribbled down his cheeks. He stuck his tongue out to show me the thick white liquid and crooked a finger, demanding a kiss from me. He moaned as I slammed my lips down on his, and he fucked my cum into my mouth with his tongue until it was all gone. “Such a filthy boy.”
“Only for you.” Jamie groaned as he washed himself off under the shower, while I dried off and brushed my teeth, unable to take my eyes off him. “Go, or you’ll be late. I want you to win your second Super Bowl for me.”
“I’ll do anything for you, little crow.” I blew him a kiss and darted to our room, pulling out the little black box that had been taunting me from my sock drawer for weeks. I shoved on my clothes and made it to my car with fifteen minutes to spare.
“Wow, Bill, today’s Super Bowl was an absolute blow out. The New York Kings slaughtered the Milwaukee Mutants 73 – 0. Why do you think that was?”
“There is only one reason here, Larry, and that’s the King’s star quarterback, Dillon Hargraves. He is on target to crush the legendary Tom Brady’s all-time record by next year if he continues to throw like he is. That man is a machine. And as one of the most high profile out players, he’s a beacon of hope for everyone that you can achieve your dreams if you keep focused and push yourself.”
“He is going to be one of the greats, Bill! But today, we have been asked to make a special announcement at the end of the game. We’d like everyone to stay in their seats for a once-in-a-lifetime show.”
“Are we ready?”
Fuck, I had never been so nervous in all my life. My heart was on the line, and if it all went wrong…
“Don’t look so worried, Dillon. You know he worships the ground you walk on.”
“Yeah, Cap, you’ve got this.” The guys in the huddle slapped my back and gave me more words of encouragement as the brass band started playing “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri. I swallowed down my nerves as the group broke away from me. As one, we pulled out our microphones, and I started to sing in front of a full Super Bowl crowd.
The stadium fell silent, and all you could hear was my voice and the rest of the team harmonizing along with me. Sweat poured down my back as I belted out line after line. The confusion in the crowd died away as I spotted Jamie on the large screen. Tears glistened on his flushed cheeks, and his hand covered his mouth as he made his way out onto the field.
A deafening roar from the supporters, staff, commentators, and fans threatened to make my ears bleed, but I focused on the words and breathing techniques the vocal coach gave me and kept going.
Jamie owned the field as he sauntered toward me with his model swagger. He might be one of the most famous faces in the world these days, but he will alway be my little crow, and I’ll always be the only man he’s ever loved. He’s mine. Just fucking mine.
Tears pricked my eyes as he stood ten feet in front of me, Coach guiding him to the exact spot. Every set of eyes and every camera in the stadium were trained on us. My heart was on my sleeve as I lay myself bare for him, all that I am, I gave to him. Now and always. As the song drew to a close, I dropped to one knee. A collective gasp rang out before the stadium fell silent.
My heart skipped a beat as the man who owned my heart walked slowly towards me. His brilliant smile and radiant glow stole my breath, and I almost forgot my words. I held out my hand to him, and he slid his hand in mine.
“Jamie Bowen, you are unequivocally the most amazing person I have ever met. You changed my life the day I met you, and it has never been the same since. You are my north star. My guiding light. My heart beats only for you.” I wiped the tears from my face and sucked in a sharp breath.
“You are my home. The one who guards my heart. I know I’m not an easy man to love, but you make loving you a gift. I want to spend the rest of my days waking up to see your smile and falling asleep in your arms.”
Jamie chuckled and fanned his face, but I could see the way his body trembled. I squeezed his hand and mouthed, “Look at me, little crow.”
“Jamie, you are all of my yesterdays and all of my tomorrows. I’ll give you my heart forever if you’ll grant me the honor of being your husband.”
I held my breath, waiting for his response, but he seemed incapable of speaking. “Oh shit. Sorry, kids, cover your ears. I forgot the ring.” Jamie burst out laughing and fell to his knees in front of me, golden hair glowing like a halo. I pulled the box out of my sock and held it up to him. He launched himself at me and nearly knocked me off my feet, kissing the breath from my lips.
Laughing, I pulled him up, slipped the ring on his finger, and held his hand up to the crowd. If I thought I’d been deafened before, it had nothing on the thunderous applause that made the ground shake beneath our feet.
“I love you, little crow.” I hugged him and felt the shudders that racked his body. I held his face between my hands and stared into his beautiful eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe. Can’t wait to be your husband.”
You are formally invited to the wedding of Dillon Hargraves & Jamie Bowen. Please keep an eye on my social for a novella of their wedding day and first night as Mr. & Mr.