Savior Complex: An MM Age Gap Romance (Wild Heart Ranch Book 3)
Savior Complex: Epilogue

After Wimberley reviewed the efficacy of the op we did on the first of the colonias, the money guys were impressed. Excited was the word Parker used.

The operations team, however, decided that splitting the focus between taking out the first-line guys and taking over the warehouse was what created the dangerous situation.

Can’t say I disagree.

There are still a few more warehouses, which sucks because it means there are children in each of those warehouses being forced into labor. Wimberley reasons that as we take out the people grabbing the children, they will begin to consolidate their warehouses, making our jobs a little easier.

I’m not sure how I feel about that, but the team has decided to do a broad-spectrum attack on the bottom feeders in the colonias, so Bram and I won’t be on the kill-em-all operations.

I’m not entirely disappointed.

We did have a discussion around the fact that the kidnappers are people who have been raised in the colonias and are a product of their environments. However, most people in colonias simply want to do a good job and create a better life for their children. Regardless of their circumstances, people who steal children don’t get to keep breathing.

That, I can live with. I just hope the millionaires and billionaires who drive this little cottage industry get theirs too.

In trying to inflict the most damage, Javier, Ant, and Erik have joined several players from Wimberley’s operations to take out these bad operators. They’ve been going from one colonia to the next, usually coming home every fifth or sixth day for downtime before going out again. A rough schedule but effective, and I’ve had Bunny to keep me company while his daddies are out.

Sure, Erik protested the first time I included him as one of Bunny’s parents, but we’ve all seen him baby-talk to Bunny when he thinks we aren’t looking. Also, had I not taken Bunny back to the bunkhouse earlier today, he would have been the first to complain.

Thankfully, it’s the last day of the scheduled colonia operations and Javi is coming home tonight. It’s been eight days since I’ve seen him, and to say I’m jonesing for my man is an understatement. By the time Javier walks in the door, I’m prepped, groomed, and wearing his favorite scrap of lace.

From my perch in the back, I hear Javier let out a long breath as he sets his travel bag on the table. I worry for a second that he might be too exhausted for my big plans. Before I can scramble to put on a robe, he enters the hallway and sees me on the bed, on my knees, waiting for him.

“Aye, Dios mio,” he says, removing his shirt as he makes his way to me. Kicking off his shoes, he pushes down his pants and underwear before he reaches the end of the hallway.

“I’m sweaty and filthy,” he says with a grimace, “but I have to have you.”

I reach out with grabby hands, gesturing for him to come closer. “Good. Fuck me dirty.”

He groans as he rips off his socks and knee-walks to me on the bed.

“You are a sight for sore eyes,” he says, looking down at me with lust and sweetness in his tired eyes.

“Yeah?”

He answers me with a kiss, and all my jitteriness, all the waiting goes away. It’s just us in this tiny bubble. His hands stroke my skin, and he growls in my ear as his fingertips find the textured bits of lace along my thighs, circling my waist, held together by garters.

He smells like sweat and testosterone, and I press my nose into his armpit, inhaling him. I don’t know why his sweat turns me on, but it does.

Secretly, when he comes to me all sweaty and horny like this, I imagine he’s some roughneck ready to take me raw. It’s possible I’ve been reading gay Western romances to keep me company on lonely nights.

He grips my hips, thumbing the garters. “Tattoos and lace. There is no better combination,” he growls, nipping my ear before delving in for another deep, searching kiss. Putting command in his voice, he orders, “Hands and knees, face away from me.”

I’m in position before he can finish the sentence, and I pull the lube from under the pillow and push it in his direction. Even though I prepped ahead of his arrival, his large cock is no joke.

He’s patient as he further opens me, teasing me, edging me, licking me everywhere, nipping my inner thighs, and lightly teasing my cock with not near enough pressure.

Finally, my impatience gets the best of me. “Please, Javi. Fuck me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Lev.”

I look back over my shoulder and shake my ass at him. “But I want it to hurt. Just a little.”

He bites his lip, running his thumbs over the dimples right above my ass. “Anything you want, baby.”

Despite his words, he’s careful while pushing inside me, slow and steady, driving me out of my mind as he fills me.

“Are you still going? How did I forget how huge your cock is?”

“I promise I’ll spend this next week reminding you. And I’m only halfway in.”

I feel his happiness in our connection and in the way his hands touch me. Even the way he continues pushing until he bottoms out tells me how much he wants this. I moan at the stretch, amazed at how full he still makes me feel. How loved. How accepted. How needed.

He blankets my back, groaning with me. “I missed you so much,” he says, kissing my cheek as he slowly, carefully rolls his hips. “I missed burying myself in your hot body. I missed our shower. I missed the creek. I missed your tattoos.”

“I just missed your cock,” I joke, thrusting back against him, needing every inch.

He wraps his arms around me, palming my belly, as he slowly, torturously strokes my cock in time with his thrusts. We rock back and forth as he makes subtle adjustments, angling himself perfectly, knowing exactly where I need him. His devil hands find and play with each of my piercings before finally acquiescing to my begging.

Speeding up, he gives it to me as hard as I need it, tightening his grip on my cock, practically finding my back teeth with his impossibly large dick.

“Coming,” he whispers, filling me, marking me, telling me I’m his without words. I groan at the sensation, coming quickly by his hand, unable to hold back.

We thrust through our orgasms, then keep going for a bit longer, unwilling to stop, to separate. Even as my arms shake from holding up his weight, I don’t want him to leave my body. I clench around him, reveling in the sounds of his overstimulation.

Payback’s a bitch, though, and Javier continues stroking my spent cock until I’m a jerking mess, begging for mercy. Laughing, we finally reluctantly separate and tumble to the bed.

I squeak when I land on the wet spot. “Dammit, I just washed this duvet.”

Laughing, he dips his fingertips into the fresh cum, sucking them clean. Finding the wet spot on my hip, he licks that clean too before crawling off the bed and standing in the hallway, holding out his hand to me.

“Here, let’s get cleaned up together.”

Knowing there’s a one hundred percent chance that getting clean will lead to something dirty, I grin and take his hand.

There’s a promise in his smile and in his firm grip. I no longer have concerns about the direction in which this relationship is going. He’s shown me again and again that he’s in this for life. So am I.

Javier

Standing with Levy underneath the outdoor shower, I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else except in this moment.

I’m proud of the work the team has done in the colonias over these last several weeks. Not only are we taking out the assholes responsible for victimizing these very vulnerable children, but we are also working with local services to bring much-needed utilities to these neglected neighborhoods.

Watching Ant as he continues to mature into an operative is…I suppose it’s similar to what a father would feel. Pride in the accomplishments of his family.

I am concerned by the fact he’s grown a little cold, a little detached, but I bet he’s doing it to protect himself. While he and Erik live together, they don’t share a hallway and bathroom like he did with Bram and Levy. Ant’s on one side of the house and Erik is on the other, and as far as I can tell, the only time they really spend time together is on these ops.

Whatever Charlie had in mind when he decided Erik should stay at the bunkhouse…it’s not happening. I think Ant has decided he’s not going to hope for something that isn’t there.

That’s probably smart, but I’m more convinced than ever that something is there and that every brain cell in Erik’s head is working overtime to deny his feelings.

Regarding the work, we found out from Parker that our takedowns have been so effective that Wimberley might not have to execute a hostile takeover of the semiconductor plant. They might be able to waltz in and buy it for pennies on the dollar.

“You should’ve seen them,” she said, laughing. “Our money guys are always shocked when doing the right thing makes money. They never question it when it’s something underhanded, but when it actually improves lives? They can’t for the life of them figure it out.”

I’m glad I don’t have to understand their perspective on things.

As for home, things are sweeter than I ever thought possible. I get to know Desi and Wyatt a little better this Sunday dinner. Wyatt and I aren’t too far apart in age, and we start talking about their story.

I’ve heard many stories about Renée, his late wife, but listening to Wyatt and Desi’s long and sometimes painful love story, makes me sheepish to admit how Levy and I fell right away.

“We couldn’t deny it, so we stopped trying.”

Desi swoons, saying his uncle gave him his property in Puerto Escondido and we should take advantage of it. Desi and Wy don’t know the details of what we do, but they do know I’ve been busy “at work” for the last several weeks.

I would have never expected such generosity, but it’s a fantastic idea.

“I’ve just been allowed to travel back into Mexico and, honestly, if it’s available next week, I’m going to take you up on your offer.”

Desi squeals and claps his hands, and Wyatt wraps his arms around his husband, grinning.

“Be careful though,” he warns in his deep baritone. “More than a few of us went down there and came back married.”

I laugh along as they joke, but their words plant a seed. By the time I get Levy alone to talk about it, the seed has already grown into a fucking garden.

“What were you, Wyatt, and Desi talking about tonight?” he asks, getting ready for bed.

“Funny you should ask. Desi offered up his place in Puerto Escondido. I don’t suppose you could get this next week off?”

He grimaces. “I have a few patients scheduled.” Biting his lip, he grins, and I know he’s on board. “Though…I’m sure they’ll understand if I reschedule.”

“Do you think they would understand it a little better if you were rescheduling to get married?” I ask, sitting on the little couch and pulling him onto my lap.

His eyes light up…a picture that burns itself into my long-term memory.

“Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious in my life. Levy, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” he chokes out, tears spilling down his cheeks. “Yes. I will marry you, Javier. Take me to Puerto Escondido. Make me yours.”

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