Page 222 of Brainwashed
“It’s our anniversary?!” He chirps into my mouth, being his usual brand of smart ass, because heknowsit is. It was his idea to celebrate random anniversaries. But of course I conceded.
I will give him anything he wants for the rest of my life.
“I have a surprise for you.” I croon, and he pulls back to gaze up at me eagerly. “What would you say to a picnic at our spot in the woods, followed by a nice stroll along the beach…?”
He lights up. “I would say bring lube.”
I laugh out loud.How does he do that?? I swear to God, I never laughed or smiled this much in my life before meeting Felix Darcey.
Taking his hand, I lead him out of the prison and out that side door. And we follow the beaten path we’ve made, walking from the prison to the mansion. It’s our standard route, and the walk has become one of my favorite things.
We get to our spot, between two of the tallest trees with the large flat rock I’m not afraid to admit I’ve fucked him on a few times. Even looking at it makes my dick hard, like a Pavlovian bell.
“Here we are, killer bee,” I sigh, laying out the blanket and placing everything down.
“Why thank you, killer lover.” He smirks at me, plopping down onto the ground.
Unpacking the food, I glance over at him, watching his interest flit through our surroundings. He loves the woods, more than I’ll ever understand. He loves the beach, too… Just being outside in general. But there’s something about being surrounded by trees and bushes, dirt and flowers, alive or dead, that gives him a sense of serenity. I admire it… I think it’s just one of the many things I find fascinating about this man. The things that make me love him, regardless of whatever decay he houses inside.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…” I mumble, handing him a can of Dr. Pepper.
He cracks it open immediately and takes a satisfied sip. “You’re not really a doctor.” He smirks at my look of admonishment for his wise ass remarks, because he can see the smile I’m desperately trying to smother.
“You’re just begging for me to smack your ass tonight, aren’t you?” My eyebrow cocks.
He bites his lip and whines. “Stop please, you’re making me hard.” He adjusts himself and I have to remind myself to stow my eagerness just long enough to tell him what I have to tell him.
Because in the interest of being forthcoming, giving him more of me, I say, “I had someone, my P.I. friend, look up Cameron Kline.Cam…”
His amusement falls away fast, his throat dipping. “MyCam?”
I can’t help how my teeth grind at that. “Is heyours, Felix?”
“No,” he answers instantly, shaking his head. Then he blinks hard. “No no, that’s not what I meant. I just meant… Why?”
“Because I wanted to know where he is, and what he’s doing,” I answer, sounding blatantly jealous to my own ear.And because I wanted to keep tabs on your first love…
Felix’s lashes flutter in that way that makes my fingers twitch with the need to grab him. “Okay…why, though?”
My head slants. “You don’t care about where he is… or what he’s doing?”
His lips part, though it takes him a moment to speak. “I mean, maybe I’m a little curious… Now that you’ve brought it up. But to be honest, like I told you before, I barely ever think about him anymore. I mean, do you think about Gabrielle?”
“That’s totally different,” I grunt pointedly. “I wasn’t in love with her.”
“And I’m not sure I was really in love with Cam,” he combats. “I don’t think I was in love with any of them… Not the way I am with you.”
Staring at him for a moment, I can feel my heart banging against me inside, begging to get closer to him. I can’t help myself.
I lunge, crawling on top of him and pinning him to the forest floor to kiss him feverishly.Our lips move together, in a seamless and seductive ebb and flow, tongues spurring on moans and gasps of need.
“I love you, Dr. Love,” he whines, hips seeking mine. I press them down into his forcefully and he grunts.
“I love you more, Carver.”
When we finally come up for air, I hold his face and touch every surface, every line that makes him up. Still fascinated.Alwaysfascinated by him.
“So… is Cameron okay?” His quietly hesitant voice asks while I’m studying the curves of his lips and the slope of his nose.
