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Jensen’s Epilogue

Two years later

H enry waddles down the aisle with the tiny white pillow in his hands. His red hair is combed to the side, and he’s wearing a cheesy grin as the photographer snaps photos of him.

Behind him, Faith bashfully rushes down the aisle toward her mom, who’s squatting in the front row with her arms outstretched. Rather than dropping a few petals as she goes, she dumps the whole basket before jumping into Sage’s arms.

It’s about as traditional as weddings get, honestly, but that’s what I wanted. And it really didn’t matter to Isaac either way. He said that as long as we leave here married, he doesn’t care how modern or traditional it is, and I agree.

I walk down the aisle first with my dad by my side, and Adam is at the altar, ready to officiate with a teary-eyed smile. When I reach him, I turn and hug my dad. He slaps me hard on the back as he chokes back his tears. “I’m so proud of you.”

I can’t respond, or I’ll start crying, so I just nod.

My mom chose not to be here today. I invited her although we hardly speak anymore. She just said that no one would want her there anyway, and my therapist didn’t even have to remind me that it was just her way of playing the victim in a situation she created.

After all this time, I’m not mad at her. I have no resentment toward my mother. In the end, I pity her. I wish things were different, but I won’t let it dictate my happiness anymore. At the very least, she can rest knowing her son is happy. That has to be enough.

After a deep breath, I turn and watch as Isaac starts his walk down the aisle with his mom at his side. He takes my breath away. In a black suit with a blue vest that brings out his eyes, he smiles at me as he meets me at the altar.

After hugging his mom, he takes my hands. We stare at each other while Adam starts the ceremony. Then, right there in the church his father built, that I now lead, in front of our friends and family, we vow our lives to each other. It’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made.

I promise to love and care for him. To be faithful and true. I promise to always put him first and commit to this union. I promise to be at his side, no matter what, until the day I die.

He slips a gold band on my ring finger as he looks up into my eyes and winks. The inscription around the band reads: This is for you. You know who you are.

I fight the urge to cry as I slip a braided silver-and-gold band on his finger. On the inside of his ring, it says, Eternally yours . Because he is the only eternal I need. He is the harmony. Forever.

After we say our vows, Adam’s voice cracks on the last part. With tears in his eyes, he says, “I now pronounce you married. You may kiss your groom.”

Isaac practically leaps into my arms. I hold him tighter than I’ve ever held him as I kiss his mouth with passion. We’re both grinning wildly as we come apart, and the people in the pews cheer on their feet.

It’s the happiest day of my life.

Hand in hand, Isaac and I walk back down the aisle toward the door of the church. Everyone meets us out on the lawn for pictures and to throw confetti on us while we kiss.

Our photographer will release the photos to the media because Isaac wants them to. Ever since the very viral moment of our reunion at his concert, Isaac’s fame skyrocketed. We became icons overnight, and while some of that has faded over the last couple of years, people are still ravenous for a glimpse of our life—our story.

And we’re proud to share it. This is love. And now, this is marriage.

Isaac’s second album went platinum within a week. He is truly a force, and I admire him every single day of my life. I’m still amazed that he and I found our way to each other. Against all odds. In a world that tried to keep us apart.

I often think about what might have become of us if I hadn’t heard his song on the radio one day. Or I hadn’t taken that extra concert ticket. The scariest outcome is that we would have continued on the path we were on when we met. Alone. Afraid. Ashamed.

Together, we are none of those things.

My ministry has found new life in the last two years. I did lose a large chunk of my congregation when I came out, but like a beacon, I found so many more who needed a home like Redemption Point—which is honestly such an appropriate name. Now, the pews are filled with people who refused to sacrifice God’s love when the community tried to force them out. Faith like I’ve never felt before fills these walls every Sunday.

With the tithings and money we’ve raised, our church has been able to provide mental health care to conversion therapy survivors like me. And with a lot of work in the coming months, we hope to bring pivotal legislation to the state courts to have programs like Derek’s banned for good. I wish I could abolish it overnight, but hate always seems to persevere in some form. Until then, I’m going to do everything I can to right their wrongs.

After our photos are all taken, the wedding party takes off for the reception venue. We will meet them over there, but first, I want to close up the church and have a moment alone with my new husband.

Isaac side-eyes me with mischief as we disappear into the building and make our way down the long hallway toward my office. We’re practically running, and if there wasn’t still staff on site, I’d be grinding him against a wall out here.

The moment he steps into my office, I slam the door shut and throw Isaac against the surface. My mouth is on his in a heartbeat, kissing him vigorously after that chaste one we shared in front of our friends and family.

Our bodies are pressed together as I kiss him. Between breaths, he mumbles, “Holy shit, we’re married.”

“We’re fucking married, baby,” I reply, kissing my way down his throat.

He groans loudly as I grind him against the door, and right now, I don’t care who’s on the other side. They should probably get out of the hallway if they don’t want to hear two newlyweds going at it.

My hand winds around the front of Isaac’s throat as I mutter with my lips against his, “Now, be a good boy and get your daddy’s cock out.”

He grins wickedly as his fingers fumble for my belt. I lick my way into his mouth as he works my pants open. And the moment his hand wraps around my cock, I let out a loud moan.

Looking down, I stare at the ring on his finger as he grips my rigid length. He slides his fingers delicately along my shaft, teasing me, and it feels so fucking good.

We’ve been talking about this moment for months. The first time we could be together as a married couple, and it’s honestly even better than I imagined. For us, it honestly never felt like we’d get here. We were both in a place where it felt like marriage was never in the cards for us, and now that I’m here, there’s no one else I’d rather experience this with. How do people wait until their honeymoon?

Dropping my hand from his throat, I move to strip my husband of his clothes. I fumble with his jacket, vest, and button-down shirt. We’re both working to undress each other as I back him up into my office more.

When his bare ass hits the edge of my desk, he smiles up at me. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

I let out a growling sound as my cock twitches in my hand.

“God, I love you,” I mumble before taking his mouth again.

I should probably care that we’re in a church and there’s a large photo of Jesus on the wall behind my desk, but honestly, I don’t. This is what we were made for. This is the purest form of love and devotion. There is nothing truly wicked in our hearts when I’m with Isaac. It’s only good and pure.

Although, when he looks at me like that and I think about all the filthy things I want to do to him, I do feel a little wicked.

Hooking my hands under his thighs, I lift him onto the desk and position myself between his knees. He leans back and stares up at me with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth, and I have to admire just how stunning this man is. And he’s all mine .

I stroke my cock lazily as I take my fill. Isaac reaches behind him into the top drawer of my desk to find the lube I keep stashed there for… emergencies . He shoves it at me, but I press it back toward him.

“Let me watch you prep yourself,” I mutter huskily.

“Yes, Daddy,” he replies with a wink. Taking a step back, I watch as my hot-as-hell husband sprawls across my desk, one foot up on the surface, as he preps his tight hole for me. It takes everything in me not to come just from watching.

My eyes catch on the new tattoo adorning his right forearm. It’s a line of sheet music with the notes of our song, the one he wrote for me early in our relationship.

His jaw hangs slack and his eyes are hooded as he works in a second finger. My cock leaks from the tip and I almost lose it. Grabbing the lube from the desk, I flip open the top and squirt a generous amount on my cock.

“Come here,” I bark as I slap away his hand and drag his ass to the edge of the desk. Holding his balls in my palm, I sink my wet cock into him. He throws his head back with a groan.

“Your ass is heaven,” I say, my voice tight and breathless.

“You feel so fucking good,” he cries out. His head is hanging off the opposite side of the desk as I fuck him. Pulling out to the tip, I drive my cock back in forcefully.

Isaac is stroking his cock slowly and I watch as cum leaks from the tip with every one of my thrusts. I swipe a bead of it with my finger and lift it to my lips. The flavor explodes on my tongue.

I want to be consumed by him. Taste, touch, smell—I want it all.

“Harder, Jensen. Fuck me harder.” He’s stroking himself faster now, the other hand buried in his hair.

“What my husband wants, my husband gets,” I reply with a smile. He opens his eyes and grins at me. This connection between us is more than I ever imagined love could be. He is everything to me. My own soul. My own beating heart.

Tugging him even farther toward me, I hook both my hands under his thighs and pound into him unrelentingly. He cries out louder. At this point, I’m no longer fighting my climax but rushing toward it. I can’t take my eyes off his pleasure-laced expression and the vigorous movement of his fist as he fucks it.

I want him to come first, but I’m so close I don’t know if he’ll get there in time.

“Come for your daddy, Isaac,” I growl, tilting my hips up to find that spot inside him that shoves him over the edge. His cock unloads immediately, spraying his fist and chest with his cum.

My legs shudder as my orgasm barrels into me. I can’t breathe as I come hard, filling Isaac with my release. He’s still in the throes of his own orgasm, back arched and stroking the life out of his cock.

Moments later, we’re both wrung dry and exhausted, panting and waiting for our hearts to slow. With a sex-dazed smile, he stares up at me before taking my left hand and running his fingers over the gold band there.

After slowly pulling out of him, I grab some tissues and quickly clean him up. Gripping his hand in mine, I help him up and wrap my arms around him so our naked bodies are pressed together.

His breath tickles my neck as he whispers, “Thank you for loving me.”

With my lips against the side of his head, I whisper, “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll love you until the day I die, Isaac Goode.”

He smiles against my neck. “Right back at you, Jensen Goode.”

Pulling away, I tip up his chin as I smile. “Oh, I love the sound of that.”

“Me too,” he says before planting his lips on mine again.

The decision for me to take his name was easy. Isaac had just returned to his family—I didn’t want to immediately take him away. And sure, a name is just a name and changing it doesn’t actually signify leaving one’s family at all, but in all honesty, I just wanted to be a Goode too.

Isaac and I put our suits back on and clean up the mess on my desk. My office smells of sex, and I shamelessly love it.

We walk out together, hand in hand, to head for the off-site wedding reception, where our families are waiting. I open his door for him, and he climbs in with a sated smile. As I walk around to my side, I look back at the building behind me, and gratitude swells in my chest.

I made it. By some miracle, I was one of the lucky ones, and there’s not a day that goes by when I won’t be eternally grateful and try to pay this mercy back in any way I can.

Letting out a sigh of contentment, I open my side of the car and climb in. My husband waits for me with a soft smirk, and I take his hand in mine, kissing his ring finger.

With that, we drive away from the church that started it all, the rainbow flag flying proudly over the door.