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“Mission accomplished, Salt.”
“Mission accomplished,” he echoed, resting his head on Roman’s shoulder, the two of them watching as the sun inched its way beneath the horizon.
Epilogue
Wyatt Hernandez
Sunlight tried to push past the thick white curtains that lifted in a gentle morning breeze. The cracked-open window allowed not just the wind in but also the relaxing sound of sheep greeting the morning. Wyatt rolled over on the bed, landing face-first into Roman’s armpit. He didn’t mind, taking in a breath and throwing an arm across Roman’s bare chest. He put a leg over him, too, causing Roman to stir, his eyes blinking awake.
“Morning,” he said, smile flicking on like a light.
“Hello there,” Wyatt replied, nestling in. They were completely naked, and judging by the twitching tent pitched on Roman’s crotch, he was dealing with the same morning wood Wyatt was. He wasn’t shy about letting Roman know, either, pushing his leg higher and pressing himself against Roman.
“How’d you sleep?” Roman asked, sounding slightly more awake. He stretched out under the covers, a hand sliding down Wyatt’s side.
“Like a baby. Seriously, what the hell do they put in this bed? Now I see why it’s called memory foam because I’m going to remember this shit for the rest of my life. No other bed’s going to compare.”
Roman laughed at that, his hand finding Wyatt’s erection. He closed a loose grip around him and lazily stroked up and down. Wyatt closed his eyes.
“I’ll ask what brand this is and get one for us.”
“Don’t do that. I’d never want to leave the bed if you did.”
“I thought you already had trouble getting out of bed,” Roman teased, palming Wyatt’s balls and leaning in for a cheeky kiss.
“Well, this certainly isn’t helping,” Wyatt said with a sigh. He sank his head into the pillow, getting even harder in Roman’s hand. He loved this. Couldn’t ever get enough. Waking up with Roman, having his body touched and rubbed first thing in the morning by a pair of hands that knew exactly what they were doing… who wouldn’t want this? Especially after everything they’d been through.
Two years. It had been two years since they used the tome and the pages to unlock a digital vault and transfer millions and millions of untraceable money into their wallets. Two years since all their dreams came true and their wishes were granted. The first thing Wyatt did with the money was pay off all of his and his sister’s debts before he bought them both houses in a posh Miami suburb. Wyatt now spent his free time working on projects he actually wanted to take on and even decided to enroll back in a virtual program offered by none other than Yale itself.
Of course, his previous record was (thankfully and not at all suspiciously) nowhere to be found.
“Here, let me see if this helps,” Roman said, tossing off the covers and moving down between Wyatt’s legs, spreading them further. He kissed the insides of Wyatt’s thighs, his shaved beard scratching at his skin as he rubbed his face between Wyatt’s legs, working his way up to his cock. Roman arched his back and stuck his ass up in the air, giving Wyatt a view of not only their exceptionally cozy cottage bedroom but also of the breakfast that was included.
He almost couldn’t believe it. How had this become his life? Just last week, he was in the Maldives, floating on crystal-clear water and getting proposed to by the man who’d stolen his heart, and now they were in an English cottage that could easily have been made just for the set of Downton Abbey.
“God, I love you so much, Roman.”
“And I love you,” he replied before he licked Wyatt’s balls, kissing them and playing with them while he looked up, smiling, nose buried in Wyatt’s pubes. He licked up Wyatt’s shaft, flicking his tongue over the leaking slit and making Wyatt’s toes curl with a shiver that traveled through his spine. He put his hands on Roman’s head and lifted his legs, pushing Roman down and forcing more of himself down Roman’s throat.
Roman took it all. He had no trouble gargling Wyatt’s cock, giving him head like he was a pro.
A true throat goat.
But Wyatt wanted more, and his needs were only enflamed by the sight of Roman’s heavy and hard cock hanging between his legs, pulsing with a string of precome leaking off the tip. Wyatt’s body quivered, his hole clenching and his feet planting firm on the bed.
“Fuck me, Roman. Give me that big dick.”
He pulled off Wyatt’s cock, wiping his mouth, his lips shining as if he’d finished an entire bottle of lip gloss. Roman gave Wyatt a couple more spine-tingling strokes before leaning over and grabbing the lube from the nightstand, cap already popped off after they’d used it just last night. Wyatt could still feel some soreness from getting his ass pounded by Roman’s thick tool, but that wasn’t about to stop him from going at it again. If anything, it made him hungrier for it. He wanted to be filled, to be used, to be held down by the man of his dreams as he fucked him into the mattress.
