Page 91 of Locke 2

I rolled my eyes. He noticed and chuckled. “Isn’t it the most prissy town in the world?”

“I’m glad you won’t be kicking and screaming when I take you away.”

I laughed and then groaned as his weight settled between my legs. My core pulsed. My eyes fluttered shut. “I don’t care if I’m on Mars, as long as your cock finds its home inside me every night, I’ll be happy.”

He kissed me, and it was a lazy and full of tongue. He prodded his cock into me, rocking into me slowly, the way you would expect lovers to come together for the first time. He let outa light groan. “I could do that, if it makes you happy. I can give you everything. I can try and be normal, Kali—”

“No,” I cut in, biting down on my lip as a wave of pleasure rocked through me. “I don’t want normal, Locke. I never did.”

“Then what do you want?”

“A little place to call ours.”

“Done.”

He moved a little faster inside me, filling me whole and stopping to rub against my clit. I moaned. “A school I can work in that doesn’t have a dick like Patsy in the classroom.”

“Done,” he grunted.

“And you.”

He stilled and looked at me. “The part of me you see now?”

I grinned. “All the parts of you. The cruel man, the possessive man, the passionate man—”

He cut me off with a heavy kiss, swallowing my words with urgency and yearning. He released himself as I pressed a hand against his chest, where that bird was. I felt him handing that part of himself to me. The most fragile part of him he would have buried deep so no one could hurt him.

I felt a tear slip from my eyes as I gave him mine in return.

And when all was said and done, we lay in each other’s arms once more, and he spoke. About nothing. About everything. He talked to me about the little boy he used to be, about the mother he used to love, about the friends he loved like brothers.

But he paused on Dom…

Something flashed in his gaze, and he glanced at his watch, at the broken face, and said, “Dom needs to be saved next.”

Then he told me why.

And I cried while running my hand over the watch face, understanding the cracks and why it mattered that he wore it always.

Dom was more central to him after he escaped the Hole, but Dom held more scars than Locke did.

“I’m going back for him,” Locke vowed. “When we’re done here, Dom needs us. He doesn’t think so, but I’ll prove him wrong.”

The House

“Aurora…?”

Silence.

“Aurora…?”

I felt like I was floating to her bedroom. There was ringing in my ears.

“Aurora…”

I pushed open the door.

Blood.

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