Page 66 of Surviving Midnight

If I hadn’t just had her, literally finished fucking her a few minutes ago, my Blondie riding me like a fucking cowgirl while she bounced on my cock, having Theo’s face inches from him while she grazes those petal soft lips all over my skin would have my dick standing at full attention begging to be kissed next. Thankfully for her, Theo was still sitting on my hips when she started playing this game and no matter how solid my stamina is or how fucking sexy my blonde bombshell is, my recovery time isn’t quite three minutes. She keeps it up and we might put that time to the test though. I’m always up for a challenge and seeing how many records we could break.

“You have more bullet holes than Swiss cheese.” Theo smirks as her fingers dance over various places on my torso. “And just as many knife wounds.”

I smile and slip a hand behind my head, watching Blondie kiss every scar she can find. Not that it’s hard, I have so many I’ve lost count, but so far, she’s asked about all of the ones she can see on the top of my body except the most meaningful ones. The worst ones.

After another incredible round in the sack that included two very, very loud orgasms from my girl, Theo began taking inventory of my mangled skin. She started all the way at my feet and slowly worked her way up my body but, to my surprise, she avoided the nasty zipper looking one along the side of my left leg, the constellation over and around my left shoulder and bicep as well as the disaster on the left side of my face.

I know she’s probably waiting for me to tell her on my own but I’m sure she’s curious. She has to be. Theo is probably the only person I’ve ever met that didn’t outright ask what the fuck happened to my face, and I find it odd that she managed to pinpoint the other scars that are just as old as those are, the ones that happened at the same time and turned me into the monster I thought for so long I was without any questions at all pertaining to them.

It’s impressive to say the least, and it actually makes me want to tell Theo my story, another first courtesy of this incredible woman.

“Ok.” She grins as she stretches her naked body out on top of mine. “Flip over. I want to see your back.”

I arch a brow and smirk. “I have a heart-shaped scar on my right ass cheek, you gonna kiss that too?”

“Maybe.” Theo kisses my lips instead as she giggles. “You have a fantastic ass, I’d be willing to give it a smooch.” Then her light blonde brows disappear completely under her damp bangs. “How did you get a heart on your fabulous butt?”

“Jackal.”

“Of course it was Jackal.” She rolls her eyes. “What’d he do to you?”

“Branding iron. Found it in the attic of the old clubhouse with a few other ones. I’ve got a heart, but Marbles has a giant horseshoe and Spider has a spade.”

“Boys,” Theo tsks. “You get him back?”

“You know it.”

“What’s he got?”

“Summer didn’t tell you?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head.

I guess chicks don’t share quite as much as guys do. I know more than I ever wanted to—which was nothing by the way—about what Summer looks like naked including things only her gynecologist should know thanks to my loudmouth best friend, but I’m not mad that Theo wasn’t privy to the literal ins and outs of Jackal. And I bet she knows more than she’ll ever tell me anyway.

“He’s got a diamond and an X. Got him twice because it pissed me off.”

Theo giggles and folds her hands under her chin as she looks up at me with those amber orbs. “It’s kind of cute that your bestie branded you with a heart.”

Now I roll my eye and snort. “There is nothingcuteabout Jackal or anything he’s ever done. And now I need to figure out a way to turn that heart into a skull or some shit because there isn’t anything cute about me either.”

“Roll over and let me be the judge of that.”

I finger a few strands of her white gold locks, catalog every inch of her fucking gorgeous face, wondering how in the hell I got so lucky.

I’m totally in awe of this woman.

It’s hard to wrap my head around how someone as incredible as Theodora Marie Covington still wants to be with me after everything that’s happened, still loves me after she saw first-hand what it truly means to be a part of my life, and not only was she a total badass when faced with something as scary as what went down tonight, Theo still accepts me and chose to move forward with a relationship regardless of the very real possibility of it happening again.

And that’s exactly why I feel compelled to tell her about the things I know she’ll never ask, the things I typically never share. For the first time since I was almost eleven years old, I actually want to talk about what happened to me.

“Can’t roll over yet.”

Theo grins. “Your recovery time is impressive.”

I chuckle because, yeah, I’m pretty much locked and loaded when it comes to her and I was literally just thinking about my bounce back time and how I don’t need more than ten minutes before I’m ready to have her again, but that’s not what this is about. Not right now, anyway. If she isn’t totally turned off by my history, then I’ll definitely be ready for round three once I get this shit off my chest, but I feel like I owe it to her to do that first.

“You haven’t finished with my front yet.”

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