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Epilogue
Rax
Three months later…
“Sounds good man,” I tell Diego as we leave the warehouse. “Tell Luis to bring the car by later today. Finn says he’ll have a look.”
Diego smiles—looking so much like Prez but smiling a lot more and not having such a severe looking expression all the time—patting my back. “You don’t know how good it is to have a mechanic here that knows old American cars. We love them here.” His thick accent makes me grin.
My Spanish is miles better than it was when I arrived three months ago, but Diego likes to speak English with me and Finn. Says it helps him practice.
Finn has been having a great time, working with a few of the local mechanics on American classics. Back in the day, Cuba was the largest importer of American cars and parts. Now, the locals keep the classics running and on the roads.
My sweet pea was in heaven when Diego found out he was a mechanic and took him to a small garage his brother-in-law owned. He was more than happy to give the guys there some pointers and make it easier for them to make a living fixing cars. Since we don’t have to worry about money, Finn goes in to work for free. He just loves to get his hands dirty.
Diego says, “Since we’ve been able to get the cars fixed faster, more people are coming to see us. We can’t keep up to fix our own shit.”
“I get it. So does Finn. He’s happy to help. If you want him to come help out in the garage more, let him know.”
“I will. Now, Raf says he’ll be here in a few months to oversee the first shipment. We should have about one hundred kilos at that point, so he won’t have to come back for a few more months, unless he gets into the wholesale business.”
Shrugging, I open the door of the warehouse and step out into the afternoon light. Life is so much simpler here, even though it’s still a bustling city. Our house is surrounded by Prez’s family, who treat us like family. It’s refreshing for Finn, since he said he only had one good friend for years. He loves being around Prez’s family, spending hours talking to them about his life in America.
Diego told us when we got here that we don’t have to hide being a couple, since the country is much more progressive than it was about ten years ago. That made Finn happy, since he wasn’t able to be free with who he was when he was staying in Reverdale. As a couple, we go out to eat, walk the beach and to have drinks with Prez’s family.
After Diego and I settle more business, I start walking home. I pass by a few restaurants, smelling the fantastic food drifting out of the open doors. The people on the sidewalks nod at me, some smiling, others giving me a salute. I didn’t think we would be as welcome here as Prez said, but we’re settling in well.
The cool breeze from the water lifts my hair from my shoulders and I smile. Every morning after I take a shower, Finn brushes my hair before I meet up with Diego.
Life with Finn has been better than I thought it would be. I figured after a while, he would get homesick and want to return to the states, but he’s been thriving here. We’ve spent time walking around and exploring the island, as well as shopping to decorate our new house.
Everything Finn said he wanted to do to the house he’s done, even down to finding a watercolor painting he likes. When I left the house this morning, it was being delivered and his squeal of joy made my heart race.
Thinking of it, I put some pep in my step, wanting to get home and see Finn. I can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face. I’ve been smiling a lot more since I’ve been here, Finn making me happier than I’ve been in all my life.
When I finally get home, I’m struck by another feeling of déjà vu. That shit has been happening to me a lot. Finn is standing on a stool, straightening his watercolor painting that’s hanging in the sitting room. He hears me come in and turns to me with a mock pout.
I’m struck dumb. I can’t move, surprised that my dream is a reality.
Finn gives me a dry look. “Excuse me. Would you like to help or are you going to stare at me struggling?”
Raising an eyebrow at him, I walk over and pluck him off the stool. He shrieks and laughs, wrapping his arms around my neck. “You got a smart mouth there, Finnegan. I might have to spank you for that.”
He wraps his legs around my waist and kisses me slowly and languidly. When he pulls away, he says, “Don’t threaten me if you’re not going to do it.”
“Are you saying I won’t?” I ask, pulling him back by his hair, listening to his sharp intake of breath.
Finn shrugs, eyes heated as they look at my mouth. “I’m saying you’re making threats and haven’t done anything about them. Why are we still standing here when you’re supposed to be spanking me?”
Instead of answering, I march him back to our room. Finn sighs, kissing my neck, his tongue tracing along my Devil’s Mayhem tattoo. I tilt my head back, kneading his ass until I lay him back on the bed.
I strip our clothes off quickly and grab the lube from the nightstand, getting him ready as quickly as I can without hurting him.
“Hurry,” Finn begs, squirming under me.
After dripping lube on my cock, I hover over him, bumping my head against his hole. “You didn’t want me to spank you first?”
He groans, bearing down until my cock head just breaches his hole. “Why are you teasing me?” Finn hooks his legs behind me and pulls me in. I slide easily inside him, not stopping until I bottom out, my hips bumping against his.
