Page 24 of Unwrapping Mr. Right

Epilogue

Dalton

One Year Later

I glance up when Sam settles beside me on the couch. “Nathan get to Kayla’s okay?”

“Yeah.” He worries his lower lip. “I still wish he were here.”

“I know. But he’ll be home soon for Christmas.” I put a hand on Sam’s knee and squeeze. “Then my parents and Sophia and Grady and their three kids will be here, and you’ll long for the days Nathan was away so it’d be one less person taking up space.”

He laughs. “No, I can’t wait to see them. I’m excited they’re coming here.”

I look around the space that’s been ours for the last seven months. We didn’t move in together until Nathan graduated high school because we both knew he was coming with us. I’m paying for his last two years of college, and I offered to pay for him to live in the dorm if he wanted, but he chose to stay with us. For so long, it’s just been the two of them, and it took a while for Nathan to warm up to me.

It only started happening after he saw I meant it when I said I’d take care of his brother. I helped Sam study for the GED, helped him navigate starting online courses. He works part-time at a bakery now because he’s insistent that he doesn’t want to just live off me.

Sam turns his head and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “It is nice to have the house to ourselves.”

“Mmhmm. Especially since I’ve been dying a little to fuck you on this brand-new couch.”

Sam’s face warms against my neck, and he murmurs, “Then what are you waiting for?”

I turn to him and pull his sweater and T-shirt off before throwing them over the back of the couch. When I reach for the zipper of his jeans, I can feel his cock straining against it. He sucks in a breath when I lower the zipper and let me my knuckles brush his cock through his boxers.

I love that after a year together, he’s still so responsive to my touch.

Once I have him naked, I lie him back on the couch and settle between his legs. He’d told me once that he likes it when I fuck him fully clothed, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t take advantage of that.

I open the drawer in the coffee table and pull out a bottle of lube before pouring a generous amount on my fingers before shoving two deep into Sam.

His back bows, and he groans low in his throat, making my cock harden further. I unzip my slacks with my free hand to relieve some of the pressure, but it only helps a little. The only thing it really wants is to be inside Sam.

I crook my fingers, and Sam’s body tenses. His teeth sink into his lower lip, and he bucks his hips up, seeking more. “I want your cock.”

I’m helpless to do anything but give it to him.

I ease my fingers from him and line myself up with his entrance. Lube leaks from his hole, and I swipe my cock through it before thrusting balls-deep into him.

“Fuck, yes,” Sam groans, grinding down on me eagerly. His inner walls are clenching around the sudden intrusion, but his eyes are closed in bliss, and I swear I could watch him all fucking day.

I hook his legs on my shoulders so I can go as deep as I want and set up a brutal pace. My balls smack against his ass, and Sam writhes underneath me. One his hands grips the side of the couch, and the other one digs into my shoulder as he rises up to meet my thrusts.

I press further into him, pinning his knees to his chest. It’s my favorite position to have him in because it keeps him spread completely open for me. I lean down and press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “You’re so tight, baby. You’re always so tight for me.”

He whimpers and bucks his hips again, seeking friction for his cock. I keep one hand on the armrest of the couch above his head and use the other one to start jerking him off. His ass responds immediately, spasming around my cock so tightly that it’s almost painful.

“Is this what you need?” I ask, matching the rhythm of my hand to the pace I’m fucking him with. “You need to use my hand and cock so you can cum?”

He nods quickly, and I can feel his balls drawing up already. I want to tease him, draw this out longer, but we have days with the house to ourselves. I have plenty of time to tease him until he begs for it.

For now, I angle my hips and drive deep in him. His mouth opens on a silent scream, and his body shudders as the orgasm wracks through him. I try to hold off, but the minute I feel his hot cum splash on my hand, I’m done for.

I snap my hips one more time before spilling deep in him, his ass milking me for everything I’ve got.

Sam’s eyes open, and he reaches out to pull me close in a hug. I love when he does it. He’s the only guy I’ve been with where he sought other kinds of intimacy afterwards, and I’m more than happy to provide it.

I ease out of him and draw him close, letting him bury his face in my neck. He kisses me softly, his lips nothing more than a feather-light touch along my skin.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you too.” I love Sam more than I thought it was possible to love another human being. It was hard at first to let myself love someone that much, but Sam was patient while I learned how to let go of what happened to my brother. It was hard, but it was worth it.

Some days, I still can’t believe Sam is mine. He belongs to me like I belong to him. And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making sure he knows how much I love him.