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“Oh God. Yes!” he cried out, and I yelled as I came deep inside his body, filling him, claiming him as he’d never been claimed before. Again and again I shot into him as he ground out, “Yes, Jamie. Oh God, I’m yours. Fuck me.” I took hold of his cock and in two strokes brought him to orgasm as I emptied myself into him.
Afterwards, I stayed inside him and propped myself up with my arms, kissing him deeply. And when finally I pulled back to look at him, I said softly, “I love you Dmitri. And I can’t wait to marry you.”
He smiled up at me and touched my face tenderly, love and devotion shining in his beautiful blue eyes as he said, “I love you, too, Jamie. Forever.”
Epilogue
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Jess asked as she leaned against her husband and reached behind her to run a hand around the nape of his neck. Fernando had returned four days ago from apparently quite successfully filming his duckumentary, and I was pretty sure the two of them hadn’t stopped touching each other since his return. They now sat in a booth across from me in my bar, Jess on his lap, Fernando kissing her shoulder. It was totally ridiculous.
But since Dmitri currently had his arm around my shoulders and one leg draped over my thigh, I was one to talk. He took a sip of soda before leaning over and kissing my cheek, and I turned away from the employee shift schedules spread on the table before me and smiled at him fondly.
He was wearing his reading glasses, which made him look like a very sexy Clark Kent. He’d liked it when I’d pointed that out to him, and had taken to wearing them with a little more frequency. I stared at him for a long moment, reaching up to brush his hair back from his face, my silver wedding band catching and reflecting the early afternoon sunlight that streamed into the bar.
We’d gotten married three weeks ago, two weeks to the day after we met. And we honeymooned in our bedroom. Going anywhere would have been pointless – we barely left the bed for days.
I remembered Jess had spoken then, and dragged my attention away from my husband. “Sorry. What was the question?”
She rolled her eyes at that and grinned. “I asked if you really think it’s a good idea to give Charlie a job here at your bar. He’s not over you, you know. It might make things awkward, you being his employer and all.”
I shrugged and said, “It’ll be fine. And he really needs the job.” He’d quit working for his uncle on my advice, and had called off his engagement, apparently ending it on decent terms with Callie. He still hadn’t come out to his parents, but hey, it was progress. “Charlie waited tables in high school, and he enjoyed it. I think it’ll be a good job for him until he figures out what he wants long-term.”
“You mean, what he wants besides you,” Jess said.
“He knows he can’t have me. I’m off the market.”
“Yes, you are,” Dmitri said. He turned my head toward him with a gentle hand on my cheek and kissed me deeply as his other hand snuck up under the hem of my t-shirt and caressed my belly.
“Should we leave you two alone?” Fernando asked. “You still have a couple hours before the bar opens tonight. You can probably try out three or four of the booths and tables in that time.” He winked conspiratorially.
Yeah, like we hadn’t done that already. In the two weeks since we’d officially taken over ownership of Nolan’s (formerly Flannigan’s), Dmitri and I had fucked on almost every surface in this place. The bar and pool table were particular favorites, and we revisited them frequently. It was almost a shame the bar was open nine hours a day, because that really cut into our play time in here. I grinned at Dmitri, and Jess exclaimed, “Oh Christ. You’ve done that, haven’t you? Ugh, and you serve food here.”
“Oh don’t judge,” I told her. “I keep this place spotless. And like you and Fernando didn’t sneak off to both the ladies’ room and my office last night.”
She looked guilty and started to say something, but Dmitri’s ringing phone interrupted her. He scooped it up from the table and answered it, and had a very one-sided conversation with what I gathered was Catherine. His part mostly consisted of, “Yeah, but–” and “But do you think–” and “Shouldn’t you–” each attempt at speaking cut off by his exuberant cousin. Finally he ended it with, “Fine. See you then.”
“What was that about?” I wanted to know.
“Catherine’s flying in this weekend,” Dmitri said with a sigh. “She’s picking up Joe, and they’re eloping to Vegas. Then they’re honeymooning in New Haven while she finishes up her senior year.”
