Chapter Fifty-Five #2
He picked up the card on top and read it aloud, “To my most prized possession, Congratulations on your nuptials, and now belonging to someone who will cherish you with everything in him. In case you’re ever missing Felix Darcey, I hope this will remind you just how wonderfully depraved and brutally brilliant you are.
It’s no Beneficial Brainwashing, but it’s alright. With love, Ivory.”
Felix and I shared a look as he picked up the wrapped rectangle, tearing into the paper.
It was a book.
“The Perfect Monster by… Mark Olshaker?!” I gasped, eyes bugging. “With Keisha Barnes and Henry Liu. Holy fuck!” I snatched the book from him.
“Oh my God,” Felix awed. “I didn’t know this had come out yet…”
“FBI agent who caught you and Henry Liu worked on this together,” I mumbled in fascination. “But do you know who actually wrote this?? Mark Olshaker! He’s the author of—”
“Mindhunter,” Felix chuckled. “Yea, I know, babe. I’ve read it because you’re obsessed.”
“I can’t believe Mark Olshaker wrote your true crime book!” I was fucking fanboying so hard, clutching the book to my chest.
“I can’t believe Henry Liu actually worked on a book about me,” Felix murmured. “That’s crazy…”
“It’s amazing,” I gushed. “I can’t wait to read it.”
“Do you think it’s good?” He grabbed the book, reading the back cover.
“Of course it is,” I grumbled. “Mark Olshaker ain’t no hack.”
He chuckled. “Look at all this praise! Wow… I think my true crime book might be the best one ever.”
He beamed, and I couldn’t help it. I had to kiss him deep and cherishing for how truly awe-inspiring he was, and is, and always will be. “I don’t doubt it one bit, monster boy.”
“What a gift from The Ivory,” he hummed into my mouth, chuckling.
“After he paid for the entire wedding, sending the book seems a bit hat on a hat.” I grinned.
Felix tossed the book onto the nightstand. “How would you like to find out firsthand how it feels to get inside The Carver?”
“Well, Need, I already know how that feels,” I crooned. “But I don’t know how it feels to get inside my husband…”
“Mmm,” he whined, flopping back onto the bed, pulling me on top of him. “Dr. Love… shall we consummate this marriage?”
Growling on his lips, I kissed him softly, dragging mine down his throat, licking his sweet, soft flesh. “Baby, I’m gonna consummate the shit outta you.”
I grinned while he giggled hoarsely, spreading his legs for me to grind in between. “Consummate deep in your husband.”
“God, I love you…” We were instantly tearing off one another’s tuxes.
“I love you more.” Felix kissed and licked down my chest, flicking my nipple with his tongue.
“Ohh, naughty monster.” I flicked my hips to drag my erection along his. “You keep acting up and I’ll have to tie you to the bed.”
“Mmm, please tie me up and fuck me, husband,” he mewled.
Shoving him further up on the bed, I lifted his legs to spread them wide and wrap them around my waist. “I’m gonna fuck you to tears, Mr. Love.”
Fisting our cocks together, I stroke him against me while he whimpered, “Uhhfuckyea…”
But then we both turned, panting and flushed, toward Darcey, staring at us.
Felix’s eyebrow cocked wickedly. “I mean… I wouldn’t be opposed to a threesome with you two.” His wicked grin went wide while I kisses down my husband’s chest, then abs. “But not now. This is our first fuck as husbands. Felix and Lemuel Love only.”
Humming, I swiped my tongue over the crown of his sweet cock. “Agreed, monster hubby.” I sucked him sloppily while he purred, head tipped back. “You gonna let him watch?”
He chuckled deviously, yanking my hair while I kissed his inner thighs, then his nuts, moving lower. “Uhhmff, baby… fuck me while the hot mannequin watches.”
I rumbled wicked laughter into him while I went to town on my husband’s sweet ass, getting him wet, then getting in him as deep as our bodies would allow.
We fucked slow, eyes and lips together, for hours and hours until our bodies could take no more. Hot, slippery perfection with my husband.
And that was only the start. Now we’re preparing to leave for our honeymoon in Belize.
Ten days in a tropical setting, away from everything.
Not that our lives aren’t sort of secluded as it is, but the difference here is that for the first time in nearly a year, we’re leaving this island.
Felix has been here even longer than me, and to say he’s itching to get away would be an understatement.
I honestly never saw travel as a possibility, what with Felix being an infamous serial killer who’s supposed to be dead. And what with that book just having come out…
At the same time, I vowed to do everything in my power to make my monster happy no matter what. And that’s what I plan to do.
He wants to see Paris, and London, and Spain. He’s also expressed a desire to go to Baltimore… More specifically, he wants to see the Johns Hopkins campus.
Such an adorable little monster he is.
The craziest thing is that it’s all possible. Thanks to Manuel Blanco.
The Ivory really pulled out all the stops arranging Felix’s passport, complete with matching birth certificate and social security card, under the name Finn Dexter.
Cute, right?
Well, the passport actually says Finn Love, which is also very cute. It’d be nice for it to have his real married name, but we have to set aside our pride to ensure Felix can travel safely.
Right now, we’re just focused on packing, and saying goodbye to Luthor and Ren, who are leaving tomorrow for the airport with us, though they’ll be headed back to California.
“You’ll be back though, right?” Felix asks his friends, who are cuddled up on our bed, watching him pack.
“Of course,” Luthor replies. “It’s just that I told my mom we’d come back and plan our wedding.” He grins at Ren, who’s playing with his fingers.
“What’s the rush?” Byron grumbles, seated at the foot of the bed, toying with Felix’s travel case of products. “Dash and Kemper haven’t even settled on a date yet. And they’ve been engaged way longer than you two.”
“Hmm… jealous, are we?” Ren sneers. “Does someone feel left out? Being the only one not racing up the aisle?”
“No,” Byron grunts. “Because we’ve only been together for like a month. I’d be insane to propose already. No offense, babe.”
“None taken. You’re totally right.” Trevel smirks, helping me pack on the chair since they’re taking up the whole bed. “Then again, I think you’re insane for even being with me, so what do I know.”
Byron grins at him, and he winks.
“Trust me, I’m not the one rushing,” Luthor says. “It’s just my mom. She’s wedding-obsessed. She keeps sending me pictures from Pinterest boards she’s making.”
“Oh God… we’re gonna end up getting married in some renovated barn sipping cocktails out of mason jars, aren’t we?” Ren fakes a gag, and Byron chuckles.
“It’s probably just because she knows we’re gonna end up moving to Mexico after the wedding,” Luthor says. “She’s trying to get in as much time as possible before we leave.”
“Ugh, I just can’t wait until we get our passports,” Byron groans.
“Where are you going first?” I ask him and Trevel. “Aside from Atlanta, of course.”
Trevel shows me a wistful smile. He’s already expressed a desire to go back to Atlanta and pay his respects to Alice’s gravesite, which I think is a great idea.
Trevel and I have resumed our sessions, and I have to say, the nostalgia is helping me as much as the therapy helps him. Being able to keep him as my patient reminds me of why I started doing this. It reminds me that this is still who I am.
Even as a partial owner of this mansion, the deed of which now has five names on it.
Dr. Lemuel Love, PhD.
Felix Love.
Joy Jameson.
Harley Samuels.
And of course, Jonathan Chevelle.
Alabaster Isle belongs to all of us, and this mansion is officially our home. For real.
So what comes next?
Well, for me, it’s back to business as a clinical psychiatrist, seeing patients here. As it turns out, there’s no shortage of people requiring therapy on this island. Outside of that, though, I believe the travel will be a great way for Felix and I to get out there and explore.
To truly take advantage of our freedom.
And then, of course, there’s this codependent family of ours.
“We were thinking… London,” Trevel hums, looking to Byron.
My brows lift. He’s never mentioned wanting to return to London. So this is new.
“My grandfather was from there,” Byron explains. “I’d like to go back and visit.”
Trevel’s eyes meet mine. And in just that one look, I’m able to read his thoughts. I have known him for many years, after all.
I could pay my parents a visit…
“I’d love to go to London!” Felix chirps. “Maybe we can go with you! Or meet you there.” He’s bouncing already, and it has me chuckling.
“Anything that gives you this much joy is worth exploring, sick boy.” I drop a kiss on his mouth.
“Awww, gag me,” Byron teases.
Felix shoots him a scolding grin.
“Actually… having you lot come along to London might be just the thing,” Trevel murmurs, contemplatively.
“It might not be for a while though,” Byron adds. “We’re probably gonna start looking for a place in the city soon.”
“Is Uncle Ivory buying it for you?” Luthor grins.
“I doubt it,” Byron rumbles. “He already gave me a quarter-million dollars for kicking Linetti’s ass.”
“Yea, too bad that doesn’t buy a cardboard box in New York City,” Ren scoffs.
“Right?”
“We could rent,” Trevel shrugs. “That way, we’re not tied down to anything.”
Byron cocks his head. “Eager to escape in the middle of the night, Violet?”
“You wish, sweet fury,” he rasps, stepping over to rub Byron’s shoulders and whisper in his ear, “You’re stuck with me.”
“Barf!” Felix heckles them, and Byron snorts.
I’m grinning while my phone pings, and I pull it out to find a text from Sven. I gulp.
After my fight with Felix on our wedding night, I decided to have Sven check up on Cameron Kline again, just to see how he’s doing.
I felt bad for reacting the way I did with Felix.
He clearly has perfectly platonic loving relationships with his friends.
I don’t see why he couldn’t feel the same for Cam.
Opening the text, I read the message.
“My love,” I rumble to Felix, who looks up. “So, Sven says that Cameron seems to be doing about the same…”
Felix nods, a bit solemnly, but still appreciative of the update.
“Tell Sven I said hi!” Trevel preens.
“Is that your best friend from when you were a kid?” Luthor asks.
“Yea,” Felix sighs. “Actually, I guess he lives out your way. He’s a sex worker in LA, sorta strung out…
It’s sad, because he was always the kindest boy.
Popular, everyone loved him. His fuck-head dad ruined him…
” Felix’s gaze goes into far-off fury. But then he shakes it away. “He got what was coming to him though.”
Luthor grins uneasily.
“Do you… happen to have a picture of him?” Ren asks curiously.
“Actually, he sent a picture.” I hand the phone to Ren, who immediately gasps.
“No my God! I met him!”
We all stop and stare.
“What?!” Felix snaps.
“Yea! When I first got to Cali and thought Lex was dead…” Some rare vulnerability flashes over his features as he swallows visibly.
“I had no money to feed myself, so I was…” He clears his throat.
“Doesn’t matter. The point is that I talked to him!
Didn’t get his name or anything, but we exchanged words one time.
He seemed really sweet. But like you said, not doing great. ”
Felix appears fascinated. “But that’s just… wow. Small world, huh?”
“Tell me about it…” I rumble in mild disbelief.
“I feel a lot better knowing that you actually saw and talked to him,” Felix smiles at Ren, who smiles back.
“I hope the best for the kid,” Ren purses his lips. “I know that life, and it’s not fun. Maybe we could try to meet up with him at some point?” He’s looking between Luthor, me and Felix. “Only if you’d be cool with it.”
Felix is chewing on his bottom lip. “Yea, I think it’d be nice for him to have a friend. Especially you, having the experience you have and all.”
“You can say it. A former drug-addled whore,” Ren murmurs, partially teasing, though of course it’s a defense mechanism.
Peters knocks on the door, peering inside. “Just wanted to let you know Benson’s home.”
My eyes light up. “Oh, that’s great. Thanks.”
We all get up to go downstairs and greet him, my stomach coiling into a knot of joyous nerves.
Benson… the prisoner whose life I saved. Who lost his arm in the war.
He was barely hanging on when the airlifted him to the mainland, but we heard shortly after that he was pulling through. Apparently, now he’s out of the hospital and back here.
Back home.
We reach the foyer as Hancock and Jasper are hugging Luke Benson.
“I was pulling for you, Hot Rod,” Hancock chokes, emotion strong in his voice.
“Look at you!” Jasper marvels.
Benson holds up his prosthetic, beaming. “I know, right? The Ivory really spared no expense. It’s gonna take a lot of PT, but I’m excited about it.”
“I can help you with PT, if you want.” Byron grins, stepping over to hug him, giving Justin Humphrey, who’s been in the hospital with Benson, dabs.
“Thanks,” Benson says, eyes springing to me. “Doctor… I have to say thank you.”
I nod humbly. “Wasn’t even a thought. I’m just glad to see you back here, and looking like a champ.”
He chuckles, chin dropping in vulnerability. “No, seriously. You saved my life. I wouldn’t be around if it weren’t for you. You’re a hero.”
They all clap, and I’m feeling a blush in my face that has me squirming. “Just doing my job. Well, not really…”
Laughter replaces the cheers.
Felix slips his fingers through mine, and I glance down at him.
“You’re pretty awesome, Dr. Husband,” he croons. “I’m proud to be a doctor’s wife.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss in his hair. “Oh, Mr. Love. What am I going to do with you?”
“Everything.”
And he’s right. Truly.
The future is open, and ours.
The possibilities truly are endless.