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Epilogue

Anders

I shamelessly grin at Jahmar’s message, oblivious to my mum’s nattering.

Jay

You should come online. ;)

“Oi, you. You’re here to see your mother, not play on your phone,” Mum playfully scorns.

“Sorry, it’s Jay. He’s having some trouble with erm, the internet. Yes, that’s it. He needs it to do some work. I should probably pop out and give him a call.”

Mum rolls her eyes. “You said he works in a hospital. Why would he need the internet, and how the hell are you supposed to help?”

Shit, that was a ridiculous lie.

“Erm, you know, for googling symptoms, I don’t know. Doctors can’t know everything. Sometimes Google’s their best friend.”

She hums, shaking her head in disapproval.

I quickly type out a message while Mum clears the plates.

That’s gonna be tricky, I’m at my mum’s.

Jay

Bathroom? ;)

Oi, that was one time.

Jay

Haha, go on. I promise it’ll be worth it.

I chew my bottom lip in contemplation. I could sneak to the bathroom, but it would probably be obvious I’m up to no good, and it’s never a quick tug with Jahmar; he likes to put on a show.

“Anders, it’s fine if you need to go. I know you’re all loved up now and would rather spend the night with your fella.”

I look up from my phone, feeling a smidge of guilt but also knowing I’m definitely taking her up on the offer. We both have the night off, so I want to make the most of it.

“Are you sure?” I tentatively ask, already climbing to my feet—I’m a terrible son.

“Of course, you silly sausage. Come here.” She swings the tea towel over her shoulder and draws me in for a hard hug. “Next weekend, you’re bringin’ him over. Chris will be here. I’m sure he’d like to meet Jahmar, too.”

My stomach sours, and I have to turn away to hide my disgust. That’s all I feel when I think of my brother these days. He’s tried reaching out and making amends, but it feels wrong. I told Jahmar I chose him and meant it with my whole chest. I don’t care if Chris is my flesh and blood. Jahmar’s my family and my main priority now.

I swallow hard, straightening my crooked expression before speaking, “Sorry, Mum, I can’t; we’re away next week.”

“Oh, that’s a shame. Where you headin’?”

I scramble for a location, but my mind goes blank.

“Erm, I’m not sure. Jay said it’s a surprise.”

“Aw, that’s romantic. Well, never mind. Maybe next time.”

Maybe never.

I know this issue is going to keep coming up. Still, I’m going full steam ahead avoidant mode until my mum starts getting really suspicious. Then, I’ll have to make up something more convincing.

“Yep, next time.” I lean in to peck her on the cheek before gathering my things and making my way outside.

Once I’m in the car, I blast the heater as we’re well into winter now. I put my hands against the vent as lukewarm air pumps out.

My phone beeps.

Jay

So?

I quickly bring up Jahmar’s video feed and groan when I see him, all sprawled out on the bleach-white sheets in a tiny red jockstrap. This view will never get old—he’s exquisite. I have no idea how I managed to bag him. I’m seriously punching.

I’m watching. God, you look good.

Jahmar reads the message, then looks up at the camera and winks. Leaning across the bed, he grabs a large pad and pen and scrawls away. I patiently wait for whatever he has to say. I’m sure it will be something obscene but incredibly hot. A few moments later, he climbs to his knees and holds the pad to the camera.

It reads, ‘I need to ask you a serious question. I thought doing it like this would be better in case you reject me.’

My brows furrow. As if I could reject this man in any way, shape, or form.

Ok, I’m all ears.

I mean I’m all eyes, I’m watching, baby.

He looks at his phone with a bashful smile, then starts writing again. It doesn’t take him long.

‘MOVE IN WITH ME?’ it says in all caps.

My heart sings, and a spark of elation buzzes through me. I’m smiling so hard my jaw aches.

I’ve been dropping hints about moving in together for a few weeks, but I wanted him to ask.

Go to the last chapter of your current read.

He snatches his phone off the bed and pulls a face at my message.

Trust me.

He goes out of shot for a few moments, most likely grabbing his smutty vampire book from the coffee table where he last left it. Once he’s back, he sits against the headboard and starts flicking through the pages, eyebrows drawn together adorably.

I’ve been secretly reading ahead of him and leaving little notes, but in the last chapter, I only left one. I know he’s seen it when his smile grows wide, and his eyes fill with tears.

In the final chapter, I’ve highlighted and annotated a short passage where the shy vamp fumbles to ask the human to move in with him.

‘I want this, all of this. Ask me to move in already.’

Jahmar

After crying like a little bitch because I’m overflowing with love for my little lion, I pull myself together, and ease my largest glass plug in and out of my hole.

The second Anders walks through that door, I need to have him. I’d been building up the nerve to ask him to move in for a while. Hell, I wanted him to move in before all of the drama with his brother happened, but I was too chicken-shit back then. Plus, he was still a volatile little thing.

Things have settled down since then, and I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t take this next step.

I’m obsessed with him, dangerously so, but hey, it is what it is. That curved cock, precious dimple, and courageous heart have me whipped.

“Oh fuuuck,” Anders drawls as he watches me from the doorway. I left it open just enough so he could peep in. It’s a regular thing we do—he fucking loves to watch.

I pretend like I’ve not seen him and keep stretching my hole even though I’m vibrating with pent-up desire. I let the thickest part of the plug stretch my rim before releasing it, allowing it to slip back in.

Anders lasts a whole minute before barrelling into the room. He yanks the plug out of me and spanks my arse, making me yelp.

“You started without me.”

“I was just getting ready for you.” My voice quivers from being so turned on.

He hums, flipping me over like I weigh nothing. It’s wild how strong and commanding he becomes when we’re intimate.

In our day-to-day life, I’m more dominant, but when we’re like this, he makes me feel dainty like he could break and bend me to his will. I reach for my straining cock, and he slaps my hand away.

“No, baby. You’re coming with just my dick tonight. In this bed, in our home.”

Our home.

The space behind my nose tickles, and my eyes dampen, creating a fog.

Anders doesn’t notice as he strips quickly and slots between my legs, both hands framing my face as he hovers over me.

“You’re crying, baby. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong. For the first time in my life, everything feels right .”

He beams down at me, his own eyes heavy with unshed tears. That goddamn dimple is more beautiful than ever. I lean up to kiss it, just because I can.

Anders twists his head so our lips seal, and he takes my mouth in a ferocious kiss. I shuffle my hips, allowing the blunt end of his cock to align with my entrance. Without breaking the kiss, he drives home in one smooth motion.

We swallow each other’s moans and gasps as he works me into a frenzy. The curve of his cock, pressing on my prostate meticulously. He pulls back enough to gaze down at our bodies molded together.

“Fuck, baby. I could watch my cock slide in and out of you all day.”

I moan in response, heat licking across my body like an open flame. My legs start to shake, so I lock them around his hips. He drops on top of me, capturing my nipple and sucking hard.

His hips pick up the pace, and my trapped cock leaks between us, causing a delicious mess. The friction has me climbing closer to release. My insides clench so tight I feel like I could rupture.

“Anders, I’m close.”

He releases my nipple with a pop and leans back so he has a full view of where we’re connected. Untangling my legs, he grabs me by the calves and holds my legs up almost straight, spreading me wide as he drills into me, pegging that spot over and over. My whole body tenses, and my eyes slam shut.

“That’s it, almost there, baby. Come on my cock.”

“Yes, fuck, I’m coming,” I cry as ribbons of cum shoot out of me, painting us in a milky mess. He doesn’t stop pummeling my hole, and by the look on his face, I can tell he’s right there, too.

My eyes shoot open, not wanting to miss a moment of his pleasure.

“Fill me up, Anders, fucking breed me.”

“Oh fuck,” he grunts as his cock twitches inside me, drowning my loose hole in cum.

He collapses on top of me, our hips still grinding as we wring out our orgasms and warmness fills my hole.

When we finally come back to ourselves, he hums in satisfaction. “Wow.”

“Yes, wow,” I respond with a deep chuckle.

Anders leans up on his elbows, surrounding me. His eyes map my face, and his lips curl into the sweetest smile.

“I could watch you forever,” he murmurs, leaning down to peck my lips.

“Are you sure you won’t get bored? Forever’s a long time,” I tease.

“Forever isn’t long enough.” As soon as he says it, he blushes.

My heart squeezes at his candid words. I always knew there was a fluffy marshmallow buried deep inside of him.

“Forever it is then. Because for you , I’ll never stop putting on a show.”