EPILOGUE
Eight months later, July
Zeke
“Did you see the line out front?” Case asked when we snuck into the kitchen to see Brax.
“Gonna be a packed house for a while,” I told him. I knew because I’d seen the early reviews for the restaurant. Brax had already made a big name for himself here in Chicago, and the restaurant hadn’t officially opened yet.
I stopped when I saw Brax shuffling back and forth between the various cooking appliances. He had a handful of people helping him out, every one of them eager to assist in any way they could.
The expression on his face was serious, which made sense.
He was in his element. Then again, maybe he was simply thinking about earlier, when I’d met him back here before anyone arrived and commanded him to go to his knees and suck me off right here.
His big green eyes had widened, but he hadn’t balked, dropping to his knees before giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life.
I’d told him it was to help him get his mind off tonight.
Which was true. Partly. I’d also done it because I loved his fucking mouth on me.
“I’m so fuckin’ proud of him,” Case said softly.
I was proud of both of them. In the past eight months, things had …
well, let’s just say, there was no slowing down this thing we had going together.
I woke up every fucking morning thankful that I had them in my world.
It had taken a couple of months to level out all the rocky spots, but it had been smooth sailing from there.
Shortly after I had officially collared them, the three of us had gotten them moved in completely, all their shit cleared out of storage.
And with Jamie’s help, they had redecorated most of my house in an effort to make it more our space than simply mine.
The only thing I insisted on was that they leave the basement and the master bedroom alone.
The basement hadn’t changed, aside from me acquiring a few new pieces to complete the play area.
However, the master bedroom had received a complete overhaul.
I had a bed custom-made for the three of us.
It was now bigger than a king, and more than enough space for the three of us and Tank to sleep on every night.
Since I found I preferred them at my mercy, I no longer needed the cage—that one anyway—so I had left that part out of the design in lieu of some additional ironwork that allowed for more …
options. I could now do wicked things to them right there where we slept.
Of course, I’d had another cage installed in the basement because, hey, I still enjoyed seeing them locked up.
I’d had a dresser built that would accommodate the three of us. And with the help of a construction company, I’d had my closet expanded to encompass one of the guest bedrooms so that we had plenty of space for all the shit they owned.
A few pieces of their furniture had remained, as well as a lot of mine. Surprisingly, Brax hadn’t made any changes to the kitchen, insisting he was more than happy with the way it was. Since that had become his domain, there was no way I could argue with that.
I could admit, I put a lot of demands on their time.
Both together and individually. I couldn’t seem to get enough of them, and it didn’t matter where we were.
I’d summoned them to my office a few times, and I’d come home early plenty as well.
With new employees in place—Heather, Lance, and Chris Cavanaugh, the guy Edge had referred—I found I could split my focus between work and home appropriately.
The company was growing exponentially, and as it turned out, I did have a great team in place.
Was there still some jealousy on the home front?
Yeah. A little. There were times when one of them would sulk because they felt as though I was giving the other more attention.
I’d learned to handle that with swift punishment.
Needless to say, it was getting better. I continued to assure them there was plenty of me to go around, and I backed up my words every chance I got.
Brax’s gaze shot over to us, and a wide grin split his face. “Hey,” he said as he rushed over. “I didn’t know you were comin’.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” I told him.
He glanced back over his shoulder. “I wish I had more time.”
“We get it. Just wanted to stop in, let you know we’re here.”
Brax glanced between me and Case. “Thanks.”
I leaned in and kissed him, not giving a shit that half the people in the kitchen were already eyeing us speculatively. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he whispered back.
“What am I? Chopped liver?” Case chuckled. “I love you, too. And good luck. Not that you need it.”
Brax leaned over and kissed Case quickly, which definitely caused some stir with the people behind him. Not that he seemed to care.
“Get back to work,” I commanded, lowering my voice. “We’ll see you at home tonight.”
He nodded, smiled, then shuffled back over. A second later, he was barking orders like a chef who’d been doing this all his life.
I grabbed Case’s arm and steered him out of the kitchen, but rather than go into the dining room, which was already filling up quickly, I slipped down the hall to one of the offices in the back. I knew everyone who worked there was front and center tonight, so we’d have a little privacy.
Once I had closed us inside, I pushed Case against the door and plastered myself to him. I let him bear my full weight as I kissed him roughly, loving the way he moaned in response.
I liked that he didn’t ask questions. He seemed to know exactly when I needed his submission. And right now was one of those times.
“I want you on your knees, pretty boy,” I growled. “I’ve been thinking about your mouth on my dick all damn day.”
His light green eyes were glassy with lust when I pulled back and planted my hand on his head, forcing him down. Although the darkness Case had once hidden was out in the open, he still craved what I could give him. And I ensured I gave it to him as often as possible.
Stepping back, I unhooked the button on my slacks before lowering the zipper.
“Open wide, pretty boy,” I mumbled darkly. “I’m gonna feed you my cock. You’ve got five minutes to make me come. If you do, you’ll earn a special session tonight. Otherwise, you’ll be sleeping with a chastity device on your dick.”
“Yes, Zeke.” His mouth fell open, and his eyes remained locked on my face.
I roughly shoved my cock into his mouth, hissing when the warmth enveloped me. With our gazes locked, I took my pleasure from him, fucking his throat rough, deep, not giving an inch. He moaned softly, his hands at his sides, while I held his head in place.
“I love your fucking mouth,” I told him, as I always did. “Love the way you swallow my dick.”
I could see the way my words worked for him. His face was flushed, his breaths raspy when I pulled out enough for him to breathe.
Damn, his mouth was exquisite. He worked me over for long minutes, his soft moans vibrating straight to my balls. While I wanted to draw this out forever, I knew I couldn’t.
“You ready for me to come, pretty boy?”
He tried to nod, but I held his head firm.
I gave him everything I had, fucking his face brutally until I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a muted roar, I came hard, holding my cock deep in his throat. When I pulled out of his mouth, I took a step back, giving him room to move.
“On your feet,” I commanded as I tucked my cock back into my pants.
Case was immediately on his feet.
“Now what do you say, pretty boy?”
He smiled. “I love you, Zeke. And I love your cock.”
I chuckled. The guy was a smartass sometimes.
“I love you, too, but that’s not what I wanted to hear.”
He grinned, his eyes crinkling. “Thank you, Zeke.”
Unable to resist, I leaned in and kissed him again.
He relaxed against me, his hand curling around the back of my neck in a possessive gesture I’d come to love.
These two had a way of making me feel vulnerable even when I was in control.
I no longer allowed it to bother me; I simply accepted it for what it was. Love.
“When the gym opens, are you gonna do the same thing to Brax in my office?”
“You’re damn right. It’s all about keeping it interesting.” I motioned toward the door. “But I’ve got a few things in store for you, too.”
“Such as?” His eyes were bright with intrigue.
“Tying you down to one of the benches,” I told him. “Fucking your ass until you’re begging me to let you come.”
He groaned, a sexy sound that told me he approved.
While I could’ve told him all the dirty details of everything I wanted to do to him and Brax, that would have to wait until later.
“Now come on. Let’s eat, then we’ll go home so I can chain you up and torment you for a couple of hours.”
“In that case, I don’t care to stay for dessert.”
Yeah, me, either. In fact, the only dessert I ever needed was in the form of two sexy fucking masochists who had made me the luckiest man in the whole fucking world.