“What are you going to do about it?”
“Tape it shut.”
“I’d like to see you try.” I lift my chin in a challenge, and when he steps foot on the gym floor, his boots echo.
That’s another thing I love about him wearing this onesie. He has his damn boots on, and the laces are untied.
He’s a mess, and he only lets it show through at moments like this.
Onesies and unlaced boots
My new favorite combination.
He stops in the middle of the gym and sits me down. He takes the blanket from me and lays it in the middle, fluffing it, so it’s an even square along the slick floor. “Stay here. I’ll be back.” He brings his lips to the top of my head, and his boots scuff with every step he takes. He presses a few buttons, and that’s when the roof opens.
I gasp. I had no idea it could do that. The stars are out by the millions, surrounded by black and blue hues.
“I know it isn’t the barn, and I know I didn’t bottle them, but maybe this can be a close second.”
“It’s perfect. Come here. Come look at the stars with me,” I say, holding out my hand, telling him silently to come back to me.
His boots scuff again as he crosses the floor. When he gets to the blanket, he takes off his shoes and lays down. I nestle against his side, staring up at the vast sky that seems to hold more questions than answers.
“Seer told me you were going to die in two weeks. You die saving me, Mary. I can’t… I can’t lose you too.”
I roll over on top of him, wishing he hadn’t told me, but I’m not mad. I push my hair out of my face and stroke his cheek. “I can’t think of a better way to die than protecting the person I—” Am I about to say love? It’s too soon for that.
Is it? How long have I really been in love with him and denied it, fought it? Too long, but I’m too afraid to admit it. “If that’s what he saw—”
“Death really doesn’t scare you?” he asks.
“No, but just because he saw it doesn’t mean it will happen.”
“He said one of us.”
“Let’s prove him wrong, Knives. We’ve fought for so long, and now we have something to fight for. Let’s not stop fighting now.”
“As long as I’m fighting for you and not with you, I’ll be a happy man,” he says, bringing his lips to mine, kissing me under the stars. He brought me the outdoors, just like he said he would. He might not have bottled the constellations or brought me the moon, but he brought me a memory that will last forever.
He whips my shirt over my head, and he unhooks my bra with a flick of his fingers, freeing my breasts. He never breaks the kiss, and when he tugs the straps off my arms, Knives gathers my hair and lays the thick strands over my chest to hide my tits.
Leaning back, he admires his masterpiece. “I’ve been wanting to see this dark hair covering your tits for so long. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Mary.” He tweaks my nipples, and I gasp. “But I want to see you like this completely naked.” He smooths his hands down my body until his fingers hook in the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down to my knees, taking my panties with them.
Time stands still as I’m laid bare before him.
And I get lost in the silence as he becomes speechless, staring at me so hard it is like he is burning me into his memory. He fluffs my hair just right, covering my tits, and the ends of my hair stop at my hip. I love how he looks at me like I’m the only star he sees.
I don’t know how she can be so calm about death. I know I’ve killed dozens of people, but when death is close to home, it scares the hell out of me. When she said we had to keep fighting, I knew she was right.
No matter what, Seer’s vision cannot come true.
I’ll fight, tooth and nail, skin and bone, blood and guts, until I’ve given all of me to make sure she has breath in her lungs. I won’t stay silent and watch her die. I won’t be the guy on the outside looking in and watch his world pass him by.
She looks fucking hot with her hair cascading over her breasts. It’s better than all the dreams I’ve ever had of her. My cock is throbbing, pulling against the thin material of my onesie. I should be embarrassed for her to see me like this, but for some odd reason, she likes it. She sits up, her long luscious strands of hair still covering her round tits, and her pink beads poke through, hard and waiting to be plucked. Her hands skim down my arms, tracing the outline of my tattoos, pausing on the one that looks exactly like her.
She doesn’t ask.
She doesn’t need to.
Her nails tickle as she gently rakes them up my arms before coming to the middle of my chest. A shiver runs down me. She works with the buttons, unclasping them one by one. With every inch of skin exposed, she kisses my chest. She works her way down, her lips getting lower and lower until she’s at the last button.
My hand moves on its own accord, taking one side of her hair and throwing it over her left shoulder. I want to see her. All of her. When her breast is exposed, I have to hold back a groan. Of course, they are fucking perfect. Round, perky, nipples that are red and remind me of those candy Jolly Ranchers I love so much.
Her skin is soft, creamy, and flawless. The light from the stars is so bright, and the half-crescent moon hanging in the sky shines, giving Mary an ethereal glow.
Reaper spent a shit ton of money on the retractable roof because Sarah mentioned something about stargazing with him, and of course, he went all out.
I’m glad I get to use it for my benefit.
She traces the ridges of my abdomen, lifting her lashes so her eyes meet mine. She’s turned me into a goddamn sap just like the rest of the guys that are in love with their ol’ ladies. Her hands grip the lapels of my onesie and slide them down my arms. The material hangs on my hips, and Mary kisses her way up my stomach, my muscles bunching from the softness of her lips.
When she’s almost eye-level with me, she tilts her chin up, so our gazes catch. It has me sucking in a stunned breath. She is so gorgeous.
I’ve only ever fucked before. It was only ever about getting in and out, a temporary relief for the permanent pain I felt, but I don’t want that with Mary.
She’s the permanent fix.
And I’ll fight like hell to make sure this love isn’t temporary. I won’t let it die in two weeks. I finally have my chance at happiness. I’m no longer alone.
I grip her chin and bring my lips to hers. It’s almost painful kissing someone so damn perfect because, at any moment, I know that I might not be able to feel perfection again. Our kiss is lazy and languid. We take our time exploring each other’s mouths. Our tongues fight for dominance, which has me smiling against her mouth. I don’t expect anything less from her.
My cock throbs painfully, keenly aware of what is about to happen. I push her down against the blanket, never once breaking the kiss. She pushes the onesie down my legs, and my cock slaps against her leg, heavy and dripping with precum.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, making every fucking ounce of lust I’m feeling screech to a halt.
“Where would I put a condom? In my onesie pocket? I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“You should always be prepared.”
I pin her against the floor, the bickering turning me on more than it should, and I decide a condom would have never mattered. “I’m not fucking you with a condom, Mary. We’ve had a barrier between us for far too fucking long, and I’m not about to feel this cunt for the first time with latex. I’m going to own you, raw. And you know what you’re going to do?” I press my hand between her legs and roll my thumb over her clit. I can’t wait to bury my face between her legs.