Bex
Wayside Correctional Facility
“ S o, tell me Little Ghost, how does the twisted love story end?” Crayton asks, flushed against me on the couch of the conjugal room.
He’s got his nose brushing my hair, as he always does when we’re curled up in each other, and I’ve got my thumb caressing the one he’s got draped over my waist.
“As if Saint wasn’t here a week ago filling you in.”
“A lot can happen in a week. Plus, that motherfucker leaves out the juicy details I could use against him.”
After a snicker, I tell him, “You have way too much time on your hands.”
“Not for much longer.”
One more year.
Well, as long as Crayton behaves. Which for the most part, he’s been doing. Even got his GED.
Words can’t describe how proud of him I am, or how I can’t wait for him to come home.
“I’m counting down the days.”
“And me, the minutes, Little Ghost.”
I shimmy to face him until my bare chest is pressed against his, then let out a sigh.
Granting him his wish, I begin by saying, “You already know college started for them, and it’s going well. Although Saint wasn’t thrilled he had to actually take his own classes this year without Hendrix.”
“What a pussy.”
“You stop it. Your best friend is happy. Both of ours are.”
“Relax your cute little ass, I’m joking. Keep going.”
“Did he tell you about their trip to Sicily?”
“He took Hendrix to see Carlo’s grave.”
I smile. “It was really sweet, Saint even surprised her with a visit with Carlo’s family.”
Crayton rolls his eyes, but I can tell he’s impressed. “Motherfucker’s trying to outdo me, I see.”
“Not possible.”
He motions for me to continue.
“They’re settled into the condo, and it’s so soooo nice. Hendrix even has her own studio inside it, in addition to the one Saint made her by the piers.”
“Sounds like quite the dreamy ending.”
A hint of sadness, maybe even regret, tightens Crayton’s features. I know deep down he’s happy for his best friend, as am I, but I won’t lie and say I haven’t been fighting the same feelings. But, unlike Crayton, it’s a lot easier for me to envision our happy ending when his sentence is over.
He won’t say the words, but I know he’s been dealing with more than just sadness and regret since he stepped foot inside Wayside.
“Everyone’s story and journey to a happy ending looks different, Crayton. Ours is just taking a little longer than others.”
“A lot fucking longer.”
“But guess what…” I ignore his usual pessimistic remarks.
“What?”
“Our story will always be my favorite.”
Crayton kisses my forehead, the extent of his reassurance that he feels the same.
“So, what about you, Little Ghost? How have you been keeping busy while your best friends are busy?”
“Oh, you know me. I don’t need college to keep my head in the books.”
“I’m sure you can still get in somewhere.”
I’m sure I can too.
But a couple years off from school is nothing compared to forever with the brooding boy I love more than anything in this world.
Including Stanford.
“We have a plan, Crayton, and I intend to stick to it. One more year and we start the rest of our lives. Wherever it may be.”
“Where do you want it to be?”
I look up into his beautiful sapphire eyes, admiring the tiny spark of what I choose to believe is hope in them. “As long as we’re together, it no longer matters.”
Crayton’s attention draws back to my hair, but this time with lazy fingers running through it. “You say when, where, and how, Little Ghost, and I’ll stop at nothing to make it happen.”
“I have no doubt you will, you big softy.”
“Big softy, huh?” Crayton’s lips widen into the most sexy grin, thrusting his big, anything but soft cock against my abdomen. “Is that a challenge?”
By challenge, he means round three of him ravishing me like a hungry beast. More time than usual has passed since our last visit, and Crayton made sure to make up for it by flipping, bending, and spreading me over every surface in the room.
Fucking me until my screams had the guards barging through the door.
I was mid orgasm with him on top of me, and let’s just say Crayton was dangerously close to earning himself another hundred years plus in this damn hell hole.
If it wasn’t for my petite frame, and his muscles doubling in size the past year, he might’ve succeeded.
“Don’t even try it, mister. I’m exhausted and sore.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve got at least two rounds left in me.”
And boy does he mean it.
Crayton, the insatiable beast that he is, barely broke a sweat tossing me around like his personal rag doll. I’m lucky I can still move.
“I’ll be happy to rectify that after.” He nudges me with his cock again. “After I fill your pussy with more of my cum.”
I wiggle in an attempt to break free of him.
Yeah, epic fail.
“Crayton!” I giggle. “What part of ‘I’m exhausted and sore’ did you not understand?”
“I stopped listening after ‘Don’t even’.”
“You heathen.”
“ Royal Heathen .”
Rolling my eyes, I offer him a quick peck on the lips. “It’s talking time.”
“I’m over talking time.”
“If you behave, maybe I’ll allow you a round three before I leave.”
Crayton takes a quiet moment, gaze narrowing on me as he weighs his options.
“Fine.” He nestles me into his embrace, going back to playing with my hair. “Tell me more.”
“About who?” I grin, and he reads the intent behind it immediately.
Crayton was right when he said a lot can happen in a week, and this past week happened to be one of the most enlightening we’ve had in a while.
“I prefer you…but something tells me I will be getting the exact opposite.”
Opposite—that’s one way to describe these two.
‘A catastrophe waiting to happen’ coming in a solid second.
A lot has changed since graduation, giving birth to another nasty rivalry. One I fear won’t be ending as happily as Saint and Hendrix’s.
In fact, I’m not so sure this one will end at all.
At least not without bloodshed.
If I’ve learned anything from being in the world of The Royal Heathens, it’s that a sinner’s past will always come back with a perfect vengeance.
I just wish this vengeance didn’t include another one of my best friends.
My breath shudders as I envision the war taking place at home, but for the most part keep it together as I ask Crayton, “How much did Saint tell you about what’s happening between Riggs and Archer?”