See No Evil

It takes us a while to return to reality, but neither one of us is in too much of a hurry. In the same woods where I once promised my loyalty, I now promise—with my body, heart, and soul—my never-ending love to her.

I place Stone back on the ground and keep my firm hold on her.

“Are you sure you want me? After everything you’ve learned, I won’t hold it against you if you want to walk away,” I whisper in her ear, ru

She places her chin on my chest, her loving gaze never wavering, and says, “I told you, I don’t scare easily.”

“I know.”

“Then you also know that I’ve always been a fighter. I’ve got your back, pretty boy, don’t worry about mine.”

“I’ll always worry.”

“I know, baby. But the only ones that should be worried are those blackmailing assholes who are playing with our lives. They’re the ones who need to be on their toes.”

“Stone, I don’t want you involved in all this mess. I want you as far away from their radar as possible,” I reply, terrified by the idea The Society might come for her again.

“Too late for that,” she mumbles as the gears inside her head start spi

“What are you thinking about?”

She throws me a mischievous smile, one that does nothing to ease my nerves.

“Stone?”

She pushes up to the balls of her feet and silences me with, yet another, earth-shattering kiss.

“Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, quarterback. We have more important things to talk about,” she coos, pulling my hand and taking me back to the blanket on the ground.

Once we are right at the very center of it, she unlatches her hand from mine, taking two steps away from me. With a sly smirk on her lips, she pulls her turtleneck over her head, and sashays out of her pencil skirt, leaving nothing on but her black lace lingerie, high-heel boots, and her red-and-black phoenix tattoo, proudly on display.

My mouth waters as she crooks her finger with a come-hither look, and like the lovesick fool that I am, I go to her instantly.

“And we are not done talking.” She winks, licking her lips as she unsnaps her bra, leaving the twins in plain view.

‘I fucking love this girl,’ my cock says, weeping in elation as he watches Stone bending down, taking her panties off, her pretty ass just begging for my teeth to latch onto it.

Get in line, fucker.

I smile inwardly, thankful that my cock, mind, and heart have found the one thing they can agree on. They all love the foul-mouthed Southie who wormed her way into my life and captivated all of me with just one look.

Tattoos, thick thighs, and pretty eyes. I never stood a chance.

She bends over again to unzip her boots, but I tsk at that and retort, “Keep them on, brat. I want to hold onto them while you sit on my face.”

“Aren’t you the romantic,” she teases as I go to my knees, my tongue ready and starving to eat her sweet pussy out.

“Fuck romance. What we have is better.”

She lets out a giggle, the sound warming my heart more than any other melody.

“Come here,” I order, grabbing onto her naked thighs, leaving my mark on her perfect, unblemished skin.

“Here I am,” she taunts, her dripping core inches away from my lips. “Now put that mouth to good use, pretty boy. I’ve missed it being on me.”

Like the obedient, enamored fool that her love tamed me into, I do exactly as she orders, only stopping when she’s too hoarse from crying out my name. And after she thinks she can’t climb any higher, I make love to her, showing her there is no such limit.

With my body, heart, and soul, I tell her the only universal truth that seeps through me as I worship every patch of her skin with my mouth, lips, and tongue.

There is no cap on our happiness.

And I dare every last motherfucker to try and prove me wrong.