Page 12 of Fires Creek

I loved watching her with Teddy; the way her body fit perfectly with his.

I loved watching her ride his face as I fucked him.

God, he felt so good . I had always liked anal play, but I never thought I would like fucking a man so much.

I watched Teddy’s eyes flicker as he fell asleep; he looked so peaceful curled up next to our girl.

That’s what she was now: ours. She was perfect, and I knew at that moment that I was never letting her go.

I was content with whatever this was, and whatever it would be.

I suppose that’s something we’d have to work out at some point.

For now, I just wanted to exist here with them.

I felt their skin lazily pressed against mine and allowed myself to soak in the feeling of comfort that came with being here with them.

River’s eyes slowly fluttered as she drifted off, and her soft whimpers sent a rush of blood to my dick.

Did this mean I was bi?

Did it even matter?

I laid awake for what felt like an eternity, replaying scenarios over and over in my head as I watched them sleep.

I trailed my hands across the intricate flowers that surrounded the large fox etched across the centre of River’s back.

Three butterflies sat neatly next to it, caressing her shoulder blade.

Small stars filled the gaps between the inked art.

The tendrils of ink cascaded across her left arm in dark florals that stopped just shy of her elbow.

Two ropes of barbed wire wrapped around her forearm, the swirls of line-work coating her fingers.

She shivered against my touch as I traced my fingers lightly across the outline of the detailed mandala art lining her right arm.

I stopped as I reached the constellation of stars scattered across her thumb and wrapped my hand over hers.

My eyes felt heavy and as they met the darkness, I let sleep wash over me.