Loving You (Words We Never Said #4)

Epilogue

“This was a mistake. Fuck.” Bronx’s voice was trembling in the back of his throat, and Monty held back a small laugh as he took his lover’s hand and kissed his knuckles. It had been over a year of them together, but this was the first time Bronx had agreed to get in the plane with Lucas and Kylen in the cockpit.

It must have been a family trait, the way Bronx and Dallas were both terrified of flying.

“Relax, Dad,” Lucas said into the headset. “If we go down, you won’t feel a thing.”

“I’m putting him out on the streets,” Bronx said.

Monty laughed and leaned forward, tapping the teen on the shoulder. “Be nice to your dad. He’s freaking out.”

They were just about at cruising altitude, and when the rapid ascent eased up and the plane leveled out, Bronx started breathing more evenly. “How do you find this amusing?”

Monty settled back in his chair and looked at his beloved. “I’ve always loved it, but I’ve also been flying since I was really small.”

“You know I’d only do this for someone I was head over heels for, so consider yourself special,” Bronx said, his voice still a little shaky. “You and Luke both.”

Lucas turned his head back toward them and grinned. “Awww, shucks.”

“Keep your eyes on the sky,” Bronx said.

Lucas reached up and popped one of his eyes out, reaching forward until it touched the window. “Better.”

“Smart-ass,” Bronx muttered. “But yes, thank you. Stay that way the whole flight.”

Monty laughed and tugged Bronx in for a kiss. “We’ll be there soon. Just try to sit back and enjoy it. And remember I won’t ask you to do this again.”

They hit almost no turbulence, and while the landing was a little rough from the wind, they were on the ground without incident, and Bronx was mostly put together by the time they exited the plane.

Kylen excused himself the way he usually did, and this time, Monty let him go. Kylen was family, but today felt important. He’d called a ride, and he led the way to the large SUV, letting Lucas climb into the front while he and Bronx took the back.

“Are you nervous about introducing us?” Bronx asked.

Monty kind of liked the way Bronx treated his granddad like he was still alive. Like he could still form an opinion. “Not really. He would have loved you, and he probably would have stolen Lucas to keep as his own.”

“Because I’m amazing,” Lucas sang.

Bronx laughed and rolled his eyes. “Mm. Well, I’m excited. And it’s nice to be able to take a break from all the house stuff.”

The house stuff. Nearly a year, and while Monty had an eventual elaborate proposal almost ready to go, they were taking a different step first. It hit Monty almost like a sack of bricks that the one thing he could do with his money—the one important thing his grandfather would have wanted—was invest in his future.

Not his career, but his heart.

Bronx had initially put up a fight, but Monty laid out his argument. They could build from scratch. They could make the whole thing—the house, the property, all of it—accessible for Luke. They could make it theirs. Something no one else had ever touched.

Starting fresh, just them. No past, no exes, no shitty fathers.

Bronx had eventually cracked, and it wasn’t long before they were signing papers and making plans to start packing. The building had gone a lot faster than usual since it was the dry season. The longest had been the design, especially since they had to order a ton of stuff special. Bronx had found a company that made talking appliances, and Lucas had spent two weeks going over braille blueprints.

“I don’t even know why my opinion mattered,” he’d said once. “It’s not like I’m going to live here forever.”

“No, but it’ll be your home,” Monty insisted. “It’ll always be your home.”

So that was that. They had a housewarming party coming up, but Monty had wanted to do this before this new part of their life truly began. It felt almost like a capstone for who he was, making way for who they would be together.

As a family.

The SUV rolled to a stop at the usual spot, and Monty asked the driver to wait. He didn’t want this to take long. They had too much to do to linger. He waited for Bronx, who was guiding Lucas over the grassy, bumpy terrain, and together, they reached the headstone.

“I have lilies growing,” Monty said for Lucas. “Stargazer ones.”

Lucas knelt down and felt forward until his fingers touched the delicate petals. “They don’t really smell.”

“No. It was more for the aesthetic,” Monty confessed. “He really would have liked you both. I used to come here all the time—every time I was feeling lonely and sad. But I haven’t in months, and I realized it’s because I’m so content now.”

“Is that a good thing?” Bronx asked, throwing an arm around Monty’s shoulders.

Monty turned his face up and kissed him. “It’s the best thing. It’s what he wanted for me—to be nothing like either of my parents. To find someone just like you both.”

“Insta family. Just add water,” Lucas said as he stood. He held out a hand, and Monty took it, drawing him close. “So, the October wedding?”

“Lucas,” Bronx groaned.

Monty looked up at his lover. “It is a nice time of year.”

Bronx sighed and kissed him again. “Let’s get through the move and the housewarming party first, yeah?”

“I think I can work with that,” Monty said, smiling. He looked back down at his grandfather’s name and closed his eyes, picturing his smile. He would have been happy. And that alone made it all worth it.

“Why do you—uhg, fuck, fuck—why do you do this every time?”

Bronx grinned at Monty in the mirror as he shoved the dildo in deeper, forcing Monty up onto his toes to take it all. “Because it calms you down,” Bronx said, pausing for only a moment before he began to fuck Monty’s ass with the toy hard and fast.

“It…ah. Ah, uh uh uh ,” Monty gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head. His legs were spread, and when his thighs began to shake, Bronx eased up, urging Monty to slide back down to his heels.

“What were you saying?” Bronx asked with an innocent smile.

Monty grimaced at him, but when Bronx tried to pull his hand away, Monty whined, and Bronx felt a rush of affection race through him. He would never stop wanting this man in every way it was possible to want him.

He leaned over and kissed the spot on his neck where he could see Monty’s racing pulse. “What were you saying?”

“It riles me up,” Monty said, his voice barely a whisper. He loved having his neck kissed—something Bronx had discovered and had started exploiting. A lot. “It doesn’t calm me down.”

Bronx gently pulled the dildo out of Monty’s ass, dropping it into the sink before spinning him around and lifting his leg. He toyed with the end of Monty’s untouched cock, drinking in his moans as he played with his slit.

“It helps you focus on anything other than what you’re stressed about,” Bronx said. “And I like being the one who can do that for you. I love being the one who makes you fall apart.”

Monty swallowed heavily, putting his arms behind him so Bronx could lift him onto the edge of the counter. Notching the head of his cock against Monty’s hole, Bronx thrust once, sliding in past the rim. “It’s never as good as when you’re inside me,” Monty murmured .

Bronx kissed him for that, wet, hot tongue thrusting into his mouth. When Monty was shaking again, Bronx began to fuck him in earnest, sending him crashing against the mirror, but neither of them cared. This was their house, after all.

Theirs. Together.

It had been eighteen long months of learning each other, of deciding what was too fast and too slow. Both of them were too nervous to admit that they wanted more—that they didn’t want to wait until it looked right to everyone else.

So they took the leap, and now they were half an hour before the first guest was meant to arrive at their housewarming party.

“How long until Lucas is back?” Monty asked, his voice thready.

“He’s here, but he and Marc have the truck out front. When I sent you in here, there were already a few neighbors lined up to get some food.”

Monty started to laugh, but it trailed off on a groan as Bronx hit him right at the perfect angle. His face paled, eyes shut, lips parted on his breath. He looked like he was ascending, and Bronx was overwhelmed by just how perfect his lover was.

“Marry me.”

Monty’s eyes flew open. “You’re asking me that now ?”

“I’ve been killing myself not asking you for months now. I can’t hold it in. I don’t care if we don’t make it legal. I know you’ve seen the worst of the worst, but I love you, and I?—”

“Yes,” Monty gasped. His ass spasmed around Bronx, and then he let out a thready groan as he came all over himself .

Bronx stared down, wide-eyed, as he watched Monty’s untouched dick twitch. “Did you just?—”

“Sorry.”

Bronx kissed him quiet. “Never, ever be sorry. Not ever. You are so fucking perfect. You are the love of my life, Montez. My only regret is that I didn’t find you sooner.”

Monty squeezed down around Bronx, surging into another kiss, and Bronx chased his orgasm, spilling deep in his beloved, marking him from the inside. He gasped, pressing his face against Monty’s neck and holding him in case Monty lost consciousness.

He didn’t. He clung back tightly, present and kissing Bronx on the side of his temple.

“Say yes again,” Bronx murmured after a beat. He turned, propping his chin up on Monty’s chest.

Monty smiled down at him. “Yes.”

Bronx kissed him. “Yes?”

Monty kissed back. “Ouais, mon chéri. Yes.”

“You have come on your arm,” Adele murmured into Bronx’s ear.

He glanced down, and sure enough, there was a smear that would be obvious to anyone who’d experienced it. He picked at it until it flaked off. “Wonderful.”

“Still in the honeymoon phase,” Adele said. He slung his arm around Bronx’s shoulders, but his gaze was across the lawn, fixed on Kash, who was sitting in a chair talking to Bowen. He’d come in walking with a cane, and everyone had been too polite to ask what it was and how bad it was.

“Yeah. And pretty soon, we’ll be on our actual honeymoon,” Bronx said .

Adele’s eyes went wide. “You’re shitting me.”

“He isn’t,” came Monty’s voice from behind them. Adele let him go so Bronx could pull Monty close. “He ruined it, of course. I had a very elaborate proposal planned, and he asked me when he was inside me.”

Adele choked on his own tongue. “Uh…”

Bronx was stunned. Not by Monty being a little vulgar, but by his admission. “Did you?”

“Yes,” Monty said with a shrug. “And I can still do it if you want, but all I care about is marrying you.”

“Aww,” Adele said loudly before they could kiss.

Bronx snorted a laugh and tucked Monty under his arm. “Maybe we should make the announcement here.”

“You think?” He could tell Monty didn’t hate that idea, and even Adele was grinning.

“Where are the kids?” Bronx asked.

“Gage has the little ones doing driveway finger paints,” Adele said. “Don’t worry, they wash right off.”

“And Lucas…”

“He just came inside,” Monty said. “But I think he knows. He’s been giggly all afternoon. Did you tell him you were going to?”

Bronx held up his hands in surrender. “I swear it just hit me. But he’s been planning our October wedding for over a year now, so it makes sense.” Bronx took a breath, then glanced over at Adele. “They’re going to be happy for us, right? Not angry that it’s so fast?”

Adele reached out with both hands, cradling each one of their cheeks. “All they might ask is what took so long. We can see it, my loves. Not everyone gets as lucky as you.” His tone fell for a second, and then he cleared his throat and perked up. “Besides, a wedding where we all get to dress up and drinks are on you? No one’s going to hate it. ”

“I’m thinking destination for all of us,” Bronx said, staring at Monty. “Somewhere warm and beachy and nice.”

“I can get behind that,” Monty said.

Adele let out a laugh as he stepped back to give them room. “I knew you two were a good idea. And I’m glad you proved me right.”