“What about me?” he replies, continuing to watch her pleasure herself.
Licking her lips, she pants softly. “She got F-holes. Her parents made sure to tell the whole world what a disgracethat was.” Phillipe winces as Gemma leans forward, putting her mouth to his. “Stop thinking that they were right. Shewantedit. She wanted all of this.”
Phillipe removes his hand from between her thighs. He twists them both around so Gemma is lying under him.
“Did she? Do you mean I didn’t brainwash her? I didn’t make her lose the ability to think for herself? Do you mean I haven’t madeyoulose the ability to think for yourself?”
Phillipe watches Gemma’s blonde hair move across his pillow as she shakes her head.
“No. Don’t you see? I can’t stay away, just as she couldn’t. Why do you continue to do this to yourself? Why won’t you look at what’s in front of you?”
Sliding over her, he drags his shaft through her wet slit. “And what’s that?”
“Chantel and me.Weare what’s in front of you.”
Her lips part as he penetrates her with the tip of his cock.
“Open your eyes and see us,” she says.
He thrusts deep inside her tight, warm core, vowing that he will never leave.
I knew he was shocked. As he stood behind me speechless, I knew he was shocked with all that he saw.
“They’re flawless,” he finally stated, almost reverently.
“So, they look good?”
“They look perfect. It’s like you should have been born with them.” He touched the surrounding skin.
“Oh no. No, Phillipe. Do not touch, not for a while,” Marcus told him seriously.
I smiled to myself as Phillipe came around in front of me. “Your parents will kill me.”
“How will they ever know? And Phillipe, I’m an adult.”
“They already hate me. This will just make them hate me more.”
Reaching out, I traced his mouth with my fingers. “I don’t care what they think, and neither should you. When are you going to understand that the only thing that is important is right here in front of you?” I kissed his mouth. “Stop worrying about what everybody else thinks and open your eyes. Seeme.”
He gripped my fingers, and I felt him nod. “I do. I promise.”
I told him softly, “The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.”
As we stood there in the tattoo shop, I could have sworn that I felt a tear under my finger, but before I could comment, he pulled away.
“Marcus?” His voice rumbled over my skin.
“Yes, Phillipe?”
“I want that—what she just said. I want her words marked on my body.”
As I lie silently, face to face with Phillipe, I run my palm over his chest.
“So, you had a quote tattooed on you?”
I watch with a small burst of happiness as a smug little grin pulls at his mouth. It’s an expression that has been gone for so long that it takes me off guard.
“Yes.”
