Page 107 of Kill Me

Inside the box is the remainder of Dane’s cock stuffed to the hilt—luckily for him, it makes him seem like he was a bit more well-endowed—decorated in her usual neon tones. Attached to the head is a note that reads:

Whenever you doubt your strength, look at this monster cock and remember that in reality it was no bigger than a rotting mushroom, and watch videos of piglets squealing. Those are the sounds he made.

I love you, Quinny.

Loolsxx

Bones walks over to me and peers into the box before shaking his head and laughing alongside me. A tear slips onto my cheek. But it’s not one of sadness or fear. It’s one of happiness.

An hour later, we’re down on the private cove, having just taken our photos and taking the designated time to ourselves that Lulu insisted we have.

“I have a gift for you,” Bones tells me.

“Well, that’s a coincidence. I have one for you, too.”

“You first,” he insists.

“Nope. You.” He knows better than to argue with me when I’ve made up my mind.

He goes to unbutton his trousers, and I put my hand out to stop him as I look in all directions. “Baby, I love your dick, but I wouldn’t consider that a wedding gift.” I chuckle.

“Stop it.” He laughs. “To show you my gift, I need your help.” He pulls me forward to kiss me. He traces over my lips with his tongue, the cool metal a sharp contrast to the warmth of his lips. It’s one of my favourite things to suck on when it comes to him.

His hands hike up my dress and slide underneath the material as he leans me against a rock that shelters us from view. My nipples pebble in the breeze as he tweaks them with his fingers, pulling the neckline down so he can take one of them in his mouth.

I groan. I was never a sensitive nipple kinda girl, but it’s safe to say we’ve managed to overcome that over the last couple of years. I reach into his trousers and grip onto his cock. The soft strokes I like to tease him with lead into faster and tighter ones. He groans into my ear.

“Fuck. I love it when you play with me like that.”

I look down and stop what I’m doing. “What the fuck is that?” I look up at him, and he smiles at me. “Bones, why is there a magpie tattooed on your dick?”

“It’s part of my wedding gift to you. Now you’re with me always. Whenever I look at my dick—which is a lot considering the amount of time you get me naked—you’ll be there in body and spirit. Even when I die, you will be with me. Romantic, right?”

The sentiment is so fucking cute, but all I can focus on is how much it must have hurt. “Was it painful?” He nods.

“The most painful thing I’ve ever done in my life, and it most definitely needs to be kissed better.”

“Hold that thought, Bones.” I reach into my clutch and pull out a small box. “Here. Open your gift. Maybe we’ll have a double celebration.” Since my diagnosis last year, my PCOS symptoms have made my hormones all out of whack. They’re investigating me for suspected endo as well as adenomyosis. Basically, my reproductive organs are shot. Which is going to make this all the more sweeter.

“Magpie. Are you for fucking real?” He finishes opening the box and pulls out an ornament of magpies. A mum, a dad and a chick. He starts to cry. “Magpie, are we having a fucking baby?” I nod, and he crashes into me, trousers still unbuttoned, not a care in the world. He wraps my legs around his waist and leans me back against the rockface.

“Little Magpie, we’re having a baby?” His tears are salty as they reach my lips. “Yes, baby. Yes, we fucking are. I didn’t think it could happen.” I sob. “I didn’t think we’d ever be able to have a baby. And it’s still early, so we have to keep it to ourselves. I don’t want to jinx it just in case something happens. It’s unpredictable with how my health has been.”

He nods his head. “Don’t worry, our secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone.”

“You can tell Lulu. But that’s where it stops for now.”

“I need to be inside of you like right fucking now. I need to feel your tight pussy strangling my dick until I come inside of you.”

“Fuck me, then, Bones. Fuck me like I’m yours. Claim me.”

He grabs hold of the back of my hair, which is thankfully in loose curls for the wedding, and he slams his hips into me over and over again. He kisses my neck, biting lightly along my collarbone before smashing his lips into mine. It’s quick but passionate. He circles my clit with his thumb until my orgasm crashes over me and he finishes at the same time. He keeps me up until we’ve caught our breath before lowering me back down onto the rocks. My legs are unsteady as I wobble, and he moves to steady me.

His hands go under my dress one more time as he pushes his cum back into me, pulling his fingers out and pushing them into my mouth. “Taste us both together, baby.”

I clean his fingers before he helps me straighten myself up. “I can’t believe Ted’s going to be a big brother.”

“It’s a secret, remember.”