Page 69 of Lovely Darkness

This right here.

The good life with McKay. Nice hotels. Expensive drinks. A beautiful woman between us. Never having to wonder if the girl down the hall is gonna kill me in my sleep.

And let’s face it. Indie will kill me. She won’t be able to help herself. It’s just who she is. Like those Cylons in that science fiction show McKay and I used to watch. They couldn’t stop who they were.

That’s Indie.

That’s my future with Indie.

Death.

And for sure, death is everyone’s future. We all go out the same way.

But she’s more than just death.

She’s my destruction.

McKay is fucking Miss Violet hard. Hard enough to bump her forward with each thrust so that my cock slides out of her mouth a little each time and she has to lick her way back down my shaft before he does it again.

I look up at him, find the ecstasy in his gaze, and this is the moment when I realize I’m gonna walk away again.

Old Home isn’t home anymore.

Home is McKay. That’s it. He’s all I need.

I reach up and place my hand on his forearm. He keeps fucking, but looks at me quizzically.

“I love you,” I say.

And he smiles. Then, without words, he leans over Miss Violet’s back and kisses me. And in that kiss he whispers, “You’re mine.”

He pulls out of Miss Violet, grabs her by the wrist, drags her around the arm of the couch, and pushes her into my lap.

Her pussy is dripping wet and my dick slides up inside her. She moans, throwing her head back. McKay grabs her hair, keeping her neck exposed for me. And he kisses her mouth as I grab her hips—making my own bruises over the ones McKay left—and fuck her.

McKay pulls out of the kiss, places a strong hand hard on her back, just between her shoulders, and pushes her down so her ass is in the air.

He grins at me, his large, calloused hand fisting his cock, and presses his thumb up against her asshole to let her know what’s coming. It’s also a way to let her get out of it. But she doesn’t complain. Instead she reaches around and spreads her cheeks open with her hands, giving him full permission to take her in the ass.

When he enters her, I feel everything. The whole length of his cock sliding against mine. Separated only by a thin membrane of skin.

We fuck her like that for hours. She comes dozens of times. We come on her tits, in her mouth, on her thighs and on her back. We cover her in our lust.

And then we wash her off in the shower, put her in our bed, and climb in next to her.

And just as I drift off, I think to myself, It doesn’t get any better than this.

This is what I live for now.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MERC

Nurse Cerene is taking Donovan’s vitals while I watch Sasha and Maggie through the breezeway windows. They are in the corner of the front porch, the only one I can see from this vantage point, and they are playing some kind of hand-slapping game. Laughing and giggling. And, not for the first time, I linger over the idea that Sasha turned out much better than expected.

I stopped worrying about my girls, and Sasha too, a long time ago now. I wasn’t lying, or even exaggerating the truth, when I told Nick that they were good kids. They are. They’re not rebellious, they don’t lie, they don’t sneak around behind our backs, and they’re not always looking for ways to exert their independence.

Part of this is from the homeschooling. Sasha’s children go to private school with the rest of the gang’s kids up in Fort Collins, but ours never did. And now I’m wondering if my choices were just a way to insulate us. To trick us into thinking we’re all OK, when we’re really not.

Maybe my girls would be different people if they went to regular school? Maybe they would’ve shown more of their innate tendencies? Not that I want the killers inside them to come out—I don’t. But I don’t want to lie to myself, either.