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Lucy

“ G ood thing you’re a medic,” he whispers as his cock hardens against my lower back.

“How would that even happen? What the fuck?” I squint up at him, his laughter filling the air.

As I run my hand through his hair and help him wash up. I feel a sticky, warm sensation that turns out to be blood.

“I had a rough time today with a buck dropped off this morning. Fucking hunters, always trying to DIY shit.”

He moves past me to soap up his own hair, cleaning the blood and guts from himself.

“I don’t know how you do it. The only way I could kill someone is if I was mad enough.” I savour the sensation of his fingers exploring me.

“I don’t kill the animals, Lou,” he mumbles. One day, I’m going to remember that he’s a fucking vegetarian .

I switch places with him for the shower and grab my towel from the hook outside it. With a single hand, I secure the fabric around my hair, using the other to drape it over my body.

Billy shuts off the water and pulls the curtain aside. His well-toned form on display, his cock resting on his lower stomach, he’s so fucking sexy.

“You might be a cannibal, the way you devour me with your eyes.” He appears to be in a bratty mood, which is always one of my favourites, except after a horrible day with Leah.

“Joking. How was your day?”

“Ugh.”

My heart races while I dry off, my senses heightened as I try to resist the urge to steal glances at him.

After hanging up my towel, I stand facing him, nude. This is the moment that I want to imprint on my mind and savour for a while.

“What?” Concern lines his face, and he hangs up his own towel.

“I don’t feel like I need to hide. I’m standing in front of you naked and I’m comfortable. This is huge! You’ve helped heal me.” I grin and run my fingers through my hair before turning towards the door.

Billy is hot on my heels, pressing me against the wall. His grip is tight against my wrists .

“I didn’t heal you from shit. You fixed yourself. Listen to me, Lou. I only gave you some reassurance. I’ll continue to show you your worth, but this healing, that’s all you, darlin’.”

Reaching up on my tiptoes, I give him a quick kiss on the lips, smiling as I pull back. It feels strange to be so full of pride, but I welcome the sensation and stride to the bedroom and dress in a pair of boy shorts and a long tee.

Billy’s fingers excite me as he pulls on a pair of joggers, but the direct gaze is what leads to my smile. I close the space between us to get a hug. His arms give me a sense of security as he pulls me close, his hands trailing down to hold on to my hips.

“I love you. Ready for dinner?”

“What’re we having?”

“You,” he breathes into my ear.

Chills run through me, but as much as I might want to have him ruthlessly fuck me into oblivion, I need food first.

“Lame.” I scrunch my face up into fake disgust before laughing.

Billy picks me up, twirling us so my back is against the wall, and I grip his shoulders. Looking down into his eyes, I wait for a response. He smirks.

“Alright, I’ll feed ya. But then your ass is mine.”

“Fair,” I say.

I run my hands through his neon-green hair, which is already losing its colour, and clutch his face, lowering to meet his lips. His grasp on me tightens. I nestle into his neck and we stay like that for a minute.

“Scratch it. Maybe I need all the cuddles in the world.”

“Food, water, sex and then cuddles?” I nod as he lowers me to the ground.

“I’ll make something. Go get your laptop.” He grabs a black tee-shirt and wiggles his eyebrows at me before leaving the room.

I walk into my office and grab my computer and notebook. On my desk, there’s a folded piece of paper. I pull it open with one hand.

Lou, wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. Doing the hard things, writing the book, putting in the work on yourself… everything. love you so fucking much. — Billy

I put it away with the other couple I have. It’s sweet that he writes me notes, and the little trinkets or flowers that find their way to my desk always make my heart full.

Heading down the stairs, I unload my stuff on the kitchen table and open the document, going back to the highlighted parts of my story.

“Did you learn how long it’d take someone to die of shock, or if they’d live through the skinning and burning?” I ask .

With my head resting on my hand, I scroll through the content. I don’t know what he’s cooking, but the delicious aroma fills the air.

As he dances in the kitchen, his body sways to the rhythm of the song, filling the room with his infectious energy.

“I did, hold on,” he says.

Mixing something in the pot, he checks the stove and turns off the music before pulling the produce out of the fridge.

“So, I think it’s plausible. It would depend on the person’s pain tolerance. I assume bodies are all different that way, too.”

He goes back to stirring and then chops vegetables. “Stop staring. It’s called cooking.”

When my attention moves from his tattooed hands to his face, he’s smirking. “What’re you making?”

“Salad, pasta, and garlic bread.”

I didn’t even know I had the ingredients to make all of that. I’m not shabby with cooking, but I don’t love it enough to put in the effort. Sandwiches are my go-to meal—a solid PB&J hasn’t ever let me down.

“What about the hole in the head?” I glance back down at my story and add more details about the killing. With these characters, I decide they can take it. I’ll make a weaker one later .

“Hole saw. It fits most drills. It’s the bit they use to make the holes in doors and shit, I think.”

As the scent of garlic fills the kitchen, I nod and continue typing away, occasionally stealing glances at him as he vibes with the music, which is my absolute favourite thing to watch.

“Billy?”

“Lou?” I look up and when our gaze locks. I bite my lip. “Want to move in?”

He stops stirring and leans against the sink. “Big step. You sure? I don’t want you to decide on an empty stomach.”

I roll my eyes and clear the table as he dishes up our plates. He walks over and plants a kiss on my head before going back to the pot and dishes up our plates.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

“Of course I want to. It would be an honour, darlin’.” He brings both plates over and sits across from me. “You had barely any vegetables, but we can go tomorrow after our date.”

I look up from the table.

“What?” I had prepared to hunker down and write all day before having to sleep for work.

“The one I planned. I promise it’ll be better than the random picnic in the woods.”

Memories of the forest fill my mind — fear, tension, and desire .

“That was an amazing date, too. They don’t always have to be something huge.” I finish up the cut-up vegetables before he takes my plate before returning with the pasta and bread.

“Do you have more products to ship?”

“Nah, got it out today.”

I nod, and we spend the rest of the meal in a comfortable silence, savouring each bite.

Afterward, we clean up together. His phone fills the room with the nostalgic sounds of the best 90s grunge music. Once the last dish is in the cupboard, Billy grins at me.

“Porch?” I ask and hand him my laptop. He pouts and tries puppy-dog eyes that almost get me, but I push him until we’re at the door. I love sitting out here in the evening.

“Her eyelashes laid on her cheek?” He looks at me through his piercing stare.

“Yeah, like they’re obviously long.”

His laugh bellows out, a full belly one before he shakes his head.

“What?”

“Did they, though? You have gorgeous lashes, darlin’, but they don’t rest on your cheek.”

He finishes up reading what I have, and he seems eager about the torture scene I have sketched out.

“It’s good. I’ll figure out the measurements for the drill and hole so you can add a little more detail.”

“How would a guy stay hard?”

Heat rises on my neck. I am sure my face is about to turn bright red. Fucking fair-skin problems. Every time I’m slightly embarrassed, the world has to know.

“Depends. He might be into it. I’ve never personally fucked a brain, but I imagine that it’s wet, warm and has the same squish.”

“The thought is gross, but it works for the story,” I say as a shudder goes through my body.

“Might not be tight, though. I mean, think about it. The hole would provide room, but I guess the brain is pretty packed in there.” He strokes his moustache and looks out into the yard.

“Thank you,” I whisper and take the laptop back. Standing, I turn to return inside.

“This is what we do. We help each other. It’s called a healthy relationship, I think?”

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he grins and shadows my every move while I make my way to my office and then the bedroom.

As soon as I reach for the light switch, he grabs my hand, stopping me from turning it off. His fingers touch my face, gripping my chin.

“Where’d my confident queen go?”

“I’m barely a queen,” I mutter. Stepping back from him, I wiggle out of the boy shorts.

He advances on me, pulling his shirt over his head and tousling his hair. “I’m sorry, but did I hear you doubt yourself? ”

Pressed against me, his body ignites a primal craving that drowns out any words I could utter.

I glance up at him, his hands cupping my face before running through my tresses and gripping me tightly. And I savour the demand of it. His mouth lowers to my neck, the wetness of his tongue running over my skin igniting desire.

Billy’s other hand glides over the fabric of my shirt. As he pinches my nipple, his low growl reverberates in my ear. “Why are you second-guessing yourself?”

I shake my head and yank off my shirt.

“That’s it, don’t hide from me, darlin’,” he whispers.

Billy kneels before me. I place one hand on the wall, feeling his touch press against my stomach, anchoring me in position as he guides my legs apart.

His tongue glides along the sensitive folds, sending shivers down my spine. He teases my clit with his mouth before breaking away and standing up in front of me.

“This pussy is mine,” he says in a gritty whisper. His fingers continue to fuck me. He takes a nipple in his grasp, working his way up my neck and holding the back of my head as his lips find mine.

All I can do is moan, panting as he fucks me towards my first orgasm.

“Come all over my hand for me. ”

He pulls away from me and lowers his joggers. His head dips down for a kiss. He removes his fingers from me and forcefully puts them in my mouth, making me taste myself on him.

As he lifts a leg, he grinds his cock against my wet entrance, causing me to clutch at his shoulders for support.

“Drench my cock, darlin’. You’re gonna need it for what I have planned tonight.”

He slams into me, and I lose control as my knees weaken and the waves of pleasure run through my body. Holding onto him, I grind against nothing until his fingers reach me and rub faster.

I squirt, and it runs down my legs to the floor. When I stare into his eyes, they have a sly look in them.

“Lick it up,” he demands.

I lower myself to clean the floor of my own come. When I kneel back on my heels, he strokes his cock beside me.

“Such a good fucking slut. God, you’re perfect.”

I bite my lip, watching as his hand strokes his hard length.

“Open your mouth,” he says and advances on me. His one hand rests on the door behind us, the other in my tresses as he slides into the back of my throat.

I stare up at him, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes as his dick fills my mouth. Billy’s eyes are closed, and he uses me like his own personal flesh-light.

There is something about him doing this that is satisfying and makes me needy. I splay my legs and raise my hands to run my nails over his thighs and Billy growls.

“Such a good cum slut. You love choking on my cock, don’t you?”

As he pulls out, I let out a small whimper. He extends his hand and helps me up. Then he twirls me around as if we are dancing before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Quickly, he grasps my throat and pushes me backward until the bed hits the back of my knees and I fall.

In an instant, he’s between my legs, gripping my thighs as he sinks his cock into me.

“Fuckkk,” I whisper.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, darlin’.”

As he spreads my thighs open, he holds them up, forcefully thrusting into me. I reach between us, teasing my clit, and he responds with a wicked grin.

I’m on the brink, teetering so close to the edge. The second he removes himself, I feel an intense need to let out a scream.

“Just wait.”

He laughs and leans back on his heels to reach into the bedside table, pulling out a bottle .

Billy’s gaze simmers with desire when he looks down at me. He spins his fingers and I get up onto all fours, wetness soon coating my ass. My muscles tense and his hands rub over my skin.

“Relax and play with your clit like a good little slut,” he whispers.

Billy runs his cock over my slit before he pushes into my pussy. I drop my hand to play. He taunts me for a few moments, but then thrusts forcefully, causing me to clench around him.

As his finger enters my ass, a surge of pleasure intensifies the sensations racing through my body. When he adds another, I lose it and gush.

“Perfect, just fucking perfect.”

He doesn’t stop pounding and fingering me, and my clit is too sensitive. Lowering my head, I let myself be carried away by the intense waves of bliss that electrify my entire being. Soon he pulls out and the tip of his cock is at the entrance of my ass.

Billy pushes in the head, and it feels fucking weird. With a tight grip on my hips, he takes his time to slide all the way inside. He reaches forward and grips my face, turning me to him.

“Look at me,” he growls as he fucks my ass.

When our gazes meet, it’s as if he’s seeing into my soul. Each bead of his piercing rubs against the inside of me, sending shockwaves of bliss through my body .

Once I’m used to his size, I rock back to meet his thrusts and slide my fingers under us to play with my clit. The pleasure is overwhelming, like a rush of euphoria coursing through every fibre of me.

I pant through the orgasm. Just as my last one takes hold of me, I squirt and he groans. Pulling out of me, he paints my back with his come.

Billy winks at me before walking away and I lie down flat on my stomach.

“That was amazing Lou,” he says. Wetness covers my back, and when I flip my head to look, he’s cleaning my skin.

“I’ve never done it before, but now I can say I have,” I mumble.

He climbs up on the bed, covering my body with his, and grips my hair as he turns my face toward his.

“You’ll never do anything with another person. You’re mine. Every inch of your body is for me to do what I want with,” he growls.

Warmth fills me. I’ve never wanted to be anything but his. Billy’s lips feather kisses along my jaw and neck before he pulls away.

“What about you? It’s not like I have a problem giving myself over to you. We both know that apparently it’s super easy to cheat on me,” I mutter.

The way his gaze hardens and his mouth forms a thin line makes me want to take back the words .

“I’ll forever be yours. My life didn’t truly begin until I met you. My heart didn’t beat correctly until you were in my arms. I’ll do anything for you, Lou.”

He gets up, and I grab my oversized tee to slip on before padding down the stairs for a glass of water. I make my way toward the front door to lock up and see him through the living room window, sitting on the porch in his boxers.

“We need a light out here,” I whisper as I step outside. Darkness covers every edge of my vision.

I walk until the swing touches my leg and curl up next to him. He exhales a deep sigh. The smell of tobacco surrounds us. “I’m sorry.”

“Darlin’, you have nothing to be sorry for. I haven’t made it clear, apparently, that you mean everything to me.” He takes another drag and lazily puts his arm around my shoulders.

“I know I do. Doubts cling to my mind like pesky bugs that never quite leave.”

Crickets chirp loudly. Somewhere there is the sound of frogs.

“It’s my job to clear the doubt. Trauma is a messy piece of the puzzle that makes up our minds. I gotta repaint it.”

Billy puts out his cigarette and grabs my hand, leading me back into the house. “I owe you some cuddles.”

Once we are back in bed, I lay on his chest as his arm crushes around me.

“I love you, Lou,” he whispers, and kisses the top of my head.

“I love you, Billy.”