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“We’ve got a four-way split. Your family kills me, or my family does. Or my family kills you. Or me.”
“You missed three other options.”
“Oh. Of course. Either or both families kill both of us.”
“Just like Romeo and Juliet.”
“Except they killed themselves.”
“Dumb kids.”
I hold on tight to him. It’s funny. And we both know it’s not.
He shakes his head. “Mob families and their medieval rules.”
I kiss his chest as I murmur, “My family are assholes. I want to be with you.”
“I feel the same.” He kisses me. “I really do love you.”
“I love you, too, my fucking Romeo.”
We kiss again. I trace his lips with my fingers and say, “Can’t we just do this forever? Maybe stop to eat now and then?”
“Sure,” he kisses me. “We’ll just drive and keep on going.”
“Yup.” I put my arms round his neck. “A lifetime together, looking over our shoulders.”
He laughs. “A lifetime that will probably be about four weeks long.”
“If we’re lucky.”
His eyes twinkle. “And I think we’ve established that whatever we are, we’re not lucky.”
“And we wouldn’t believe in it of we were.” I kiss him and say, “That’s how I know that I’m in love with you, Romeo.”
“How?”
“I’m crazy about your ability to laugh in the face of certain doom.”
We kiss. Long. Tender.
“My family never takes me seriously anyway,” I tell him. “I’d miss Daddy, but they’d get by without me. After a few days, they wouldn’t even notice that I was gone.”
We cuddle under the stars. He holds me and I feel completely safe.
“I’m sorry if my enormous cock scared you.”
“It still does.”
“I should have thought. You probably never saw one before.”
I dig him with my elbow. “Are you kidding me? My asshole brothers rarely let me out of their sight long enough for anything to happen.” I’m watching his face carefully. “You have sisters, right?”
He lifts his hands in surrender, shaking his head. I like that he’s not willing to lie to me. I won’t test him. Not this time.
Pulling me closer, he says, “With certain doom coming up at dawn, there’s one thing we absolutely have to do.”
“What?”
“We have to go to King Pine. Put our winnings from yesterday on seventeen.”
Epilogue 1
Peter
In the morning light especially, I love to watch her back twist and flex and the cheeks of her ass bounce while I ream and stretch her from behind. Splatters and swirls of sunlight reflect on the ceiling from the surface of the pool outside.
More than anything, I’m crazy about the look on her face in the mirror. The way her lips part and shape, and her eyebrows crinkle. That and her wet, eager grip on me.
Her eyes gleam and plead. She pants and moans as I grind my cock higher and harder, pushing the head up to nose at her high, hidden trigger. All the time I’m sawing deep, dragging at the top of her opening to pull at the base of her clit.
“Romeo!” I love that she still calls me that, and I love that it’s our secret. “Romeo!”
I know she’s coming. The ripples of tension in her thighs, the shudders in her hands and her voice tell me even before her eyes start to roll and her neck tightens. Her wet, fluttering pussy tells me. When she clamps and closes on me, drawing and urging me deeper, I know she’s starting to come undone.
Everything I can do to keep her there, trembling, poised, teetering, gives her a bigger, longer, deeper blast. And I want to fill her and fulfill her more every day.
She collapses, face down, ass up, and I ride her down the last rippling slopes, getting the most of her gushes and moans.
“Romeo, Romeo,” she murmurs drowsily, “where the fuck art thou, Romeo? I want to swallow your cum. I need your cock in my throat.”
She turns and slides up my body, taking me in her hands. Even with her eyelids half closed, there’s that look in her eyes that I could never say no to.
I grab for her hips. The urge is strong to get my tongue and my lips on her pussy and tease her to another climax while she takes me inside her mouth. I love her taste and the way she squirms when she comes with me jammed in her throat.
But she slaps my hands away.
“You’ve had your fun, young Montague. Time for the Capulet’s revenge.” She pushes me down onto my back and reluctantly I let her. “Besides,” her hair falls, brushing my thighs, “I want to be able to concentrate.”
Her soft lips slip me into her warm mouth and her eager tongue slides and laps around me. She stretches her mouth and draws me in, deeper and deeper. Slow. But strong. Determined.
It takes all the willpower I have to stop myself from grabbing her by the hair and rocking my hips to cannon inside her. She’s told me she loves that, but I’m too afraid I’ll hurt her.
