Page 107 of Watercolor Skulls

Almost there. I don’t let up, I rock my fingers into that spot, never letting up. A little flick of the tongue and holy shit, she comes. Her muscles lock up as she presses her cunt into my face, exploding on my fingers, drenching my beard. Fuck yes.

I sit up, grabbing the towel she abandoned on the end of the bed, wiping her arousal from my face. She blinks, her eyes unfocused as she struggles to catch her breath. Her cheeks are red with embarrassment.

I never want her to be embarrassed around me. “That was fucking amazing,” I tell her. “I love that you don’t hold back with me.”

She smiles lazily. “I love that you don’t let me.”

Laughing, I crawl up beside her and pull her into my arms. I hug her to me. “I love you, Lily.”

She tips her head, her fingers playing mindlessly in my beard. “Jenny told me one day I would find someone who loved my body, my mind and my soul. I didn’t believe her. I was never able to picture anything other than what I had been programmed for. But anyhow, she made me promise I would let that someone love me. I’m trying, Dan. I really am.”

“I wish she were here so I could thank her for loving you.”

Lily stares at me and I sense another shift in her. “Jenny was my angel,” she says quietly.

“And you are mine.” I drag my finger down her face and across her jaw before placing a gentle kiss to her lips.

Chapter Forty

Lily

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I’ve spent hours agonizing over where those flip drives could be. Like I said my father has had accusations made against him. They never went anywhere. It’s like this sort of behavior is acceptable in the world of the rich and powerful.

It shouldn’t be but it is.

Raffe startles me out of my head, wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Raffe, what are you doing here? It’s not five is it?” I look at the clock in the kitchen where I’ve been silently brooding over flip drives for the last three hours.

“I decided to come early to keep you company. Rachel is bringing Jackson over later.”

“Oh, I have something for you.” I grab his hand, dragging him down to the basement.

He laughs. “Should I be worried?”

Glancing at him over my shoulder, I giggle. “I’m not a serial killer, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I push the door open to Jesse’s art room and drag him to the portrait Jesse and I painted. That seems so long ago.

“What’s this?” He points to the easel, a sheet covering the painting.

Now I’m nervous. “I…okay, so I thought you might like to see what Jenny looked like as an adult.” He blinks at me. “But, I’ve been thinking, maybe you could give this one to her parent’s when you visit them tomorrow and Jesse and I can paint you another one.” I pull the sheet off, letting it fall to the floor.

Raffe slowly turns his head towards it. He covers his mouth with his hand, taking a step forward. “Lily,” he whispers.

“I…I have a picture too if you’d like to see?” I ask hesitantly.

He swivels to face me, his eyes lighting up. “I would love to.”

I pull my phone from my back pocket and click on Jenny and I’s selfie. Both of us smiling brightly.

He takes the phone from me.

“She’s just as beautiful as I remember,” he says wistfully. “She looks happy.”

“She was. We had just completed another part of our plan. Buying the phone.” I point to it.

He flips it over in his hands. “Her parents are going to love the painting, Lily.”

“It’s the least I can do. Like I said I’m sure Jesse will help me do another one.”

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