As I made him the promise, my blood ran hot, unbearably aroused at the idea of defiling the man I loved in front of an audience. It had been one of the things we’d discussed. A maybe. A someday. But Kevin had given me everything and more. The choices now were mine to make.
If this was the start…
“Yes, Ronan.”
“What?”
Kevin blinked at me, his glasses fogging up from his tears.
“Yes, Ronan,” he said again. “I want that.”
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this man, but I’d spend the rest of my life surrendering to him so I could find out.
Epilogue
Kevin
“Thank you for letting us use your cabin,” I said to Sage, studying his reflection in the mirror while I adjusted my tie.
“It’s cheaper than letting you rent,” Foster grumbled beside him. “You have expensive taste.”
“We were put out,” I reminded him, turning and holding out my arms for an appraisal. “How do I look?”
“Bland,” Sam answered from against the far wall. He stood beside Rich, wearing a dark pink button-up and black slacks. A thin chain looped his neck, resting in the dip of his throat; lip gloss as pink as his shirt covered his lips.
“How so?” I looked down at the black slacks and white button-up. A black tie sat against my chest, smooth and satiny.
“It’s boring. There’s no color.”
“He’ll have enough color later,” Rich said quietly, and my face promptly flushed as dark as Sam’s shirt.
Today was the day.
Ronan and I were getting married.
Sage had offered up use of a cabin he owned for the event, and we’d invited our four closest friends. Things with Colton had been better than in the spring, but I didn’t think what Ronan and I had in mind for our wedding would be something he was comfortable with. We told him a white lie—that we’d gotten married at the courthouse so there was nothing to invite him to. And wehadgotten married at the courthouse, but we were exchanging a different kind of vow here.
It was April, so almost summer, and the soonest we could wrangle everyone together at the same time. I knew Ronan had made a lot of plans that I wasn’t privy to, and the fear of the unknown had me on edge…but in the best way. I could tell by the way my friends looked at me, they knew more than I did.
All I knew was I’d woken up alone with a list of instructions that involved locking my cock into a chastity cage, spending plenty of time in the shower getting prepped before shoving an almost too big to be enjoyable plug into my ass, and attaching clamps to my nipples beneath my shirt. Other than that, I was flying blind.
The night before, Ronan had brushed my hair away from my forehead with gentle fingers and a soft smile, running through the things we’d spent the past weeks discussing and agreeing to. The list was so expansive, I knew he couldn’t cover it all, so I was left wondering what parts of it he’d decided on.
Would he let our friends fuck me? My ass? My mouth?
Would he let them touch me? Strike me? Make me bleed?
Would be brand me?
I dragged my stare from Rich to Sage, their expressions doing nothing to give away anything Ronan had planned beyond the fact they were definitely somehow involved. I was excited, though, at the prospect of being passed around, of being shared. There were many times I thought about how much it turned me on when Ronan treated me like an object instead of a person, and thinking about him offering me up to his friends—our friends—for pleasure?
My dick twitched in the metal cage between my legs, and I grimaced, turning away to hide my blush.
“Well, it’s nearly time,” Rich said, taking Sam’s hand.
They opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, Sage and Foster following behind.
“Take some deep breaths and join us outside,” he said.
