“She’s offered me a five-book deal.”
“Oh, wow.”
“How is this possible?”
“Because your writing is perfect, just like you.”
Milo laughed. “I’m far from perfect.”
Edward pulled him in for a hug. “You’re perfect for me.”
“Can you imagine the headlines if I do this? Deputy PM’s rent boy lover writes wolf porn.”
Edward cracked up laughing. It might sound ridiculous, but he could visualise that headline in certain papers, and he didn’t even care. If it meant Milo could achieve his dream, he’d be happy. He no longer dreamed of being PM. When the opportunity came up again, he’d consider it, but holding this wonderful man in his arms meant his own dream had already come true.
EPILOGUE
MILO
Pride Month
“Look at your hole swallowing my cock,” said Milo, watching his thick length slide in and out of the man he loved.
They’d been living together for two months. Kieran and Hassan had a friend they’d known since uni who needed a place, so it had all worked out, and they’d stayed in Camden. It meant they weren’t far from each other, and they got together at least once a month, with Liam coming down from Heartwood as well.
“I need to cum,” Edward groaned.
“When I give you permission,” said Milo, as he snapped his hips, fucking Edward hard.
It had been a tough week for Edward, so Milo was being a caring boyfriend and doing what he did best. Edward had his face buried in the pillow, and was on his knees, as Milo pulled his cheeks apart so he could get his cock as deep as possible.
Their lovemaking was mostly slow and intense these days, but there were still times when Edward needed to be pounded into the mattress. They had a busy day ahead ofthem. Milo had let him sleep last night, but had woken his boyfriend up by sliding two lubed fingers inside him. It had taken all of ten seconds for Edward to have his arse in the air, begging to be fucked. Milo slowed his strokes.
“What are you doing? No . . . please . . . don’t slow down . . . I’m so close.”
“You’ll cum when I say you can.”
“Yes sir.”
Milo responded with a quick, hard snap of his hips. Edward cried out in pleasure, so Milo picked the pace back up. The sweat was pouring off both of them, and the sound of their skin slapping together was louder than usual.
Given the heat, Milo knew he wouldn’t be able to keep up this pace for long. He reached forward and gripped Edward’s thick cock, which was soaked with precum. Milo could easily slide his foreskin back and forth, using his thumb to rub against the sensitive head of his cock.
“Cum for me.”
Edward cried out before his cock pulsed, soaking Milo’s hand in his release. The sensation of Edward clamping down on his cock, and the feeling Milo got when he knew he’d fucked an orgasm out of this amazing man, was enough to send him over the edge. He pumped his release inside Edward, loving how it felt to fill him up with his seed. Edward was a powerful man, but in the bedroom, Milo was the one in charge, and he loved it.
It was the day of London Pride, and Edward had been asked if he wanted to lead the march with the mayor of London. They were from different political parties, but Edward had agreed immediately– well, he’d asked Milo first, since being here was him delivering on the promise he’d made in Norway. They’d been back there once, and this time they hadn’t been interrupted.
Hassan, Kieran, and Lexie were with them. Kieran still hated politicians but made an exception for Edward, which might not sound like a compliment, but it was. Milo had thought he’d lose touch with these guys when he no longer lived with them, but he hadn’t really been given a choice in the matter. Liam hadn’t been able to make it today, but Milo was planning to head up to see him next week.
“Oh, there’s Derek,” said Edward.
Milo turned around and saw his boyfriend’s bestie walking towards them. He was such an amazing guy, and a good friend to Edward.
“What the fuck!” said Kieran. “Is this a joke?”
“Kieran,” said Derek, looking shocked. “What are you doing here?”
