He thrusts his hips into mine, and I feel his engorged cock against my thigh. “Because I’m going to bend you over Chaos and fuck you, then we go inside, and you can fuck me.”
“You’re insatiable.” I laugh, even though my own erection is rock-solid at the image he painted.
“Only for you, baby.”
“Only for me.” I drop a soft kiss on his nose. “I love that.”
“I love you.” He sucks in a deep breath, then grins. “I’ll fuck you like I hate you, though.”
“Just the way I love it.” I chuckle and then slam my lips to his.
I’ll never get enough of this.
Of him.
Ofus.
EPILOGUE 2 — YULIAN
TWO YEARS LATER
I’m late.
Fuck.
I’mlate.
The reality of my tardiness slaps me in the face when applause reaches my ears.
A wave of cheers and laughter rolls out from the wedding attendees into the cool evening air.
I’mgloriouslylate.
Nikolai and Brandon step into the courtyard as Nikolai sucks Brandon’s face, then they grin as petals rain over their heads.
Family members and friends shout their approval and congratulations to the couple who tied the knot today in a ceremony I should’ve attended.
In theory, at least.
In reality, Lukas demanded that I was present during a stupid last-minute meeting in London with the higher-ups of the new corporation he acquired and dragged me into.
Well, Ihadto be there, considering I own most of the shares, since, obviously, my money was used to fund it,and, therefore, my vote was needed on the expansion strategy. I told Vaughn it’d just be a couple of hours, mostly because he seemed dejected when I had to leave the retreat Niko planned for his wedding.
Everyone and their uncle knows Niko insisted on this date mainly because his best friend, Jeremy, is getting married in a couple of months, and he refused to be left behind.
Obviously, my meeting took longer than a couple of hours, was extended to today, and I had to spend the night in London. I signed off, nodded, smiled while picturing the head of anyone who made the meeting longer with their unnecessary opinions on a stick, and bolted the moment I could.
The flight to Tuscany took longer than I wanted, and then some idiot nearly crashed into me as I was driving from the airport.
Now I’m here, weaving through the crowd as people pour out of the ceremony area, hugging the grooms, slapping their backs, showering them with blessings.
I catch Nikolai and pull him in for a quick hug. “Congrats, motherfucker. You’re going to have your hands full, Brandon.”
“I’m fine with that,” Brandon says with a soft smile.
“We gonna fight later?” Nikolai grins, and Brandon gives him a look. “Okay, maybe, like, after the honeymoon.”
“We’ll see.”
