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EPILOGUE

JACKSON

“T heo, would you stop,” I laugh as he continues to nip along the skin on my neck. He’s got me pressed against the kitchen counter, his arms caging me in. I mean sure, I could move him if I wanted, but I like letting him think he has the upper hand every once and a while. “If we’re late to dinner again our parents might actually kill us.”

“Ugh, fine,” he groans. Turning around he whistles into the house. “Zoe Zoe, come girl.”

Not more than a second later, the heavy stomps of our Zoey girl come barreling down the stairs. She’s a Bernese Mountain Dog and might literally be the love of my life, but I keep that little tidbit to myself.

“Want to go to Grandma’s?” I ask her. Her tail starts moving so fast it resembles something of a helicopter, because well, even though she may be the love of my life, my mom just might be hers.

It’s a bit of a sore subject.

We got Zoey shortly after I graduated and we moved back to Billings. I wanted a good farm dog to be able to accompany me on my days at the ranch, and it’s safe to say she has exceeded all of my expectations. She keeps up with me well when I’m riding Lady, she gets along well with the rest of the dogs on the ranch, and she’s gentle with the animals but firm when she needs to be.

And every night when we go home, she’s the best little cuddle bug I could have asked for… even though she literally weighs almost ninety pounds.

As Theo and I walk to the front door, where Zoey is practically jumping out of her skin to get outside, I remember I need to ask Theo about tomorrow. “Hey, what time is the hockey game tomorrow?”

“Starts at seven. You coming?” he asks, slightly surprised.

“I planned on it, yeah. I don’t have any more client work I need to do until next week, and Dad’s just got me checking fence line tomorrow. So once I’m done with that, I’m all yours.”

Theo beams at the prospect of me coming to his game. Admittedly, I haven’t been able to much since my business picked up, but I would really like to make more of an effort. He’s been killing it, and I’m so proud of him.

Stopping in front of the door, he leans in and kisses my lips softly. “I’d really like that.”

“Then consider it a date.”

“I’ll be sure to save you the best bag of popcorn,” he says before winking and opening the door. Zoey takes off like a bolt of lightning across the pasture toward my parents house.

Oh yeah. We live on the ranch.

The second Theo planted the idea of us moving here into Mom’s head, she wasted no time putting the wheels in motion. Well, with our permission of course. She’s not totally psychotic.

Being a rancher does have its perks because as many people as my mom knows, Dad knows double. And over half those people are skilled tradesmen who would do just about anything for a friend. Since we didn’t have to buy the land, building the house was well within our budget. It’s just what we need. It’s big enough where we can have everyone over for dinners, has an office I can run my security software business from, and most importantly, or so he would say if you asked him, a guest room for when Clay and Rocky come to visit.

Zoey makes it to Mom and Dad’s house before we do, but even across the pasture I hear my mom yell “Zoe Zoe” as she barrels through the open front door. Because, yes, Mom leaves the door open so Zoey can come and go whenever she pleases. And by the time we walk in, Zoey is well on her way to making her rounds between Mom, Dad, the twins, and Theo’s parents.

Oh yeah… there’s that too. The Youngs live in Billings now.

It was a no brainer for them honestly. They took a hard look at their life and business in Virginia, and decided that living across the country from their son wasn’t worth some family business. So, they packed up their things, sold the vineyard for a pretty penny, and moved here. However, they decided to live in the city instead of out here. Ronald said he’s spent enough of his life working outside, he wanted to enjoy the city life for a while. And that’s exactly what they’ve been doing. In fact, I think the two of them spend more of their time outside of their townhouse than in it.

Everyone truly just seems so… happy .

And as I stand here staring at my family, I can’t help but feel a tightness in my chest, because every time I look at them like this, so at home, so comfortable with one another, so together, it hits me so hard that for a moment, I can’t believe I actually got here.

I made it.

We made it.

THEO

The hockey team is playing a shutout and, so far, hasn’t suffered any new injuries, leaving me with not a lot to do besides watching Jax squirm in the seat directly behind the glass. And because I have nothing to do, and because just having Jax near me is temptation in the most addictive form, I’ve been texting him almost the entirety of the third period.

Me

If you keep looking at me like that you’re going to need to go into my office.

Jax

I’m watching the game thank you very much

Plus, if you would stop looking at me you’d never even know.

Me

I can’t not look at you and you know it.

Jax

Click into the last app that was installed on your phone…

What the hell is he talking about?

Looking up, I see Coach is yelling about the lines switching, so I use that time to click into the app. Once it loads it takes a second to register what it is, and then it dawns on me.

Me

You didn’t…

Jax

Oh, I did.

Desperate to test it out, I raise the vibration bar to about halfway. Out of the corner of my eye I watch him nearly jump out of his seat.

I wonder for a second how the hell he got the app on my phone, and then I’m reminded that Jax is nothing less than a genius when it comes to anything tech, and that thought is gone before I can blink.

Smirking deviously, I ask:

Me

I wonder what this other bar does

Jax

Theo…

Me

I think you’re going to want to go to my office now.

Jax

Ohhh, I kinda like this funky role-play

Can I call you my professor?

We can get real, freaky nasty

Me

Maybe… now go before I have your knees buckling in front of everyone in here.

He doesn’t answer me. He simply gets up and takes a direct line to my office. Anxiously, I wait out the last final minutes of the game, and when the final buzzer goes off, I look over at my assistant. Since there’s no injuries that need to be tended to, all he has to do is hand out ice packs we put together before the game. “Hey, I gotta go handle something real quick. You got this?”

“No problem,” he replies, and I’m sprinting toward my office.

When I open my door, my eyes immediately go to Jax sitting in the dark, pants around his ankles, in my chair that’s now in front of my desk, and his cock in hand. Shutting the door behind me and locking it, I grab my phone back out of my pocket and unlock it. Pulling up the app I crank the power up on the vibration. The yelp that leaves his lips brings me pure joy.

“What do you think you’re doing with your cock out in my office? Are you that desperate to come, Jax?”

“Y-yes.” His voice cracks with need, and I quickly realize he’s closer than I thought he was.

“How bad do you want to come, Jax?”

“S-so bad, Babe… Please,” he begs.

“Oh, we’re already begging, are we?” And with that I’m hitting my knees in front of him, sucking him into my mouth.

Jax lifts his hips off the seat and hisses, “ Fuck, Theo.”

Pulling off his dick, I turn the toy all the way up and give him the permission he’s so desperately looking for. “Come for me, Jackson.”

And he does.

I swallow down his release before sitting back on my heels to appreciate him as I lick my lips in satisfaction.

With the toy off and the aftershocks of his release diminishing, he rests his head back against the chair. I follow his eyes to the ceiling to find a little green dot blinking in the vent in the corner. “I will never get enough of you, Theo… And on the long days you spend here in this office, just know, I’ll be watching.”

I should’ve known he would’ve put up cameras in this office. And why that sends a thrill through my body, I’ll never know.

But one thing I do know, is that when I look back at my sweet, loving husband, it’s impossible not to smile from ear to ear, even when he is being quite the little stalker.

I don’t mind though because there’s not a thing I would change about him.

My husband.

My Jackson.