Page 278 of Fragments
No bars, no chains, no guards waiting to pull us apart. No cold, musty prison air, or stiff mattress pads on rickety bunk beds. No toilet five feet away.
We have our own private en suite, through an actualdoor. Our own shower for only us to use. With a tub.
We can take a bath together!
Seriously, it’s all so mind-bogglingly fantastic and unbelievable, I’m still on the verge of endless tears. It might take me weeks to get over this overwhelming flood of emotions. But I’ll get there… I’m sure I will.
Right now, I’m just… basking in it.
“What… what should we do first?” I murmur, voice fluttering with excitement as I watch my boyfriend breathing heavily.
“Is that a real question?” He smirks, lifting his shirt over his head.
My pulse pings as I follow his lead, both of us stripping down naked and crawling into the bed. The sheets must have a thread-count of a million. I can’t stop squirming my bare flesh around on their softness.
Ren nestles in, grabbing me by the waist and pulling until we’re flush. Heads resting on the fluffy pillow, we just stare at one another; sky-high blue meets stormy sea green. I place my palm over his heart, the rapping calmer than it’s ever felt in all the times I’ve touched him here.
“I always wondered how this would feel,” I whisper. “To be in a bed with you… Outside of there.”
“Me too,” he hums, fingers dancing up and down my hipbone. “I used to dream about it.”
“Me too.” My voice is so low, it’s but a rumble in my chest. “I wondered if it would be the same…” I swallow and he blinks. “If it was the prison holding us together…”
His eyes shine, not a single glimmer of doubt in there, despite my words. As if he’s fully confident in us, and what we are to each other.
I love that about him. I love it so much it almost hurts, because he’s never had a single wavering doubt that we’d end up together.
Abouthimself?Sure. There’s been a lot of doubt there. He was never confident in what he could be for me. But hisfeelingsfor me… Those were fragments of truth scattered among the lies.
A burst of flaming love to light up the night.
“And?” he breathes, lowering his mouth over mine.
“You were right,” I confess. “I’m yours, firestarter. Beginning to end.”
His smile brushes mine. “I’ve always been yours too, baby. You know that.”
“Promise?” I trace the ink over his heart.
“Promise.”
And he kisses me with possession.
No word of a lie.
“Uhh… fuck…Harder, baby.”
“You like it rough, sweet flame?”
“Mmmyeaa… Fuck it like it’s yours.”
Lex growls, biting the back of my neck hard. “Itismine…”
“Fuck yea, it is…” I groan, eyes rolling back while his hips smack against my cheeks. “Claim it. Show it who’s—oh God, right there—boss.”
My entire front is smashed against our bedroom window, and Lex is just pounding away at me from behind. Pulling my hair, sucking my shivering lips, driving that big, perfect cock in and out of my ass while my dick leaks all over the glass.
That’s gonna be a difficult stain to explain to the cleaning lady.
