Epilogue

 

Four years later

 

Rio

 

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled overhead. Rio paused his carving when Molly the goat bleated next door.

“It’s okay, girl. It’s not a bad storm.”

Molly continued to cry, so he put his tool down and took off his work gloves and goggles. He opened the door between barns and stopped with a huge smile.

Rake. Beautiful, idiotic, ridiculous Rake stood there holding an apple out of Molly’s reach.

“Are you trying to pay her back for headbutting you?”

“I should, but no. I was trying to lure you away from your workbench.”

They’d built the second barn and added a few horses and goats and even one happy pig. Rake surprised Rio by falling in love with horses. He now gave people riding lessons and coached a few guys at the gym in the next town in boxing and MMA. He’d said he wanted to retire from boxing before he lost brain cells from too many punches to the head.

Rio’s business continued to grow. He’d made a few more bars, including a new one for Thorns.

Rake tossed the apple to the stubborn goat and walked over to him. “I do love it when you’re all sweaty and covered in sawdust.”

He put his arms around his waist, and Rio kissed him. “Yeah? I like it when you smell like hay from the new barn.”

“Weirdo.”

Rio laughed, and they ran to the house as the rain fell in sheets.

In the kitchen, Rake picked him up under the ass and plopped him on the counter. He kissed the rain from his cheeks and licked at the drops on his chin and neck.

“Mmm, my favorite drink.”

Rake took Rio’s mouth with a passion that stirred Rio’s blood like nothing else. It had been a wonderful, crazy, insane four years, and Rio loved every minute of it. Even when Rake and his mother first met, and she’d proceeded to greet him with a kiss that rivaled a scene from a porno. He shook off that thought.

Soon, Rio was half-naked and bent over the kitchen table while Rake shuttled his cock in and out of his ass with deep, strong strokes.

Rio panted, groaned and came with a shudder. “Rake.”

Rake sped up his thrusts and came inside him with a grunt.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he said with a sigh.

Rio’s heart swelled. “Me either.”

As he pulled up his pants, the monitor clipped to his jeans lit up, and a baby’s cry wailed through the speaker.

“It’s your turn,” they said at the same time.

Rake’s lip punched out. “Rock, paper, scissors?”

“You are so fucking cute.” Rio pecked his lips. “But no. I can’t walk, I’ll drop him.”

“Okay, but you get the first morning diaper.”

“Deal.”

Joking around about their son, Xanth, was one of their favorite pastimes. What they said was the opposite of what they felt, often confusing people who didn’t know them. In reality, Rio sometimes had to beg Rake to hand Xanth over so he could hold him.

Rake walked off with his pants still unbuttoned and his hair a mess, and Rio couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey, Bon Jovi.”

Rake poked his head out from the hallway, knocking into the family portrait that hung there. “Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Rake gave Rio his favorite smile. The one reserved for those moments.

“I love you, too.”

 

 

The End.