My gaze roamed his naked form, and I took a moment to appreciate his soft cock sitting between his legs. His skin was red from the shower, but even with the scars marring his face, he was the most handsome person I’d ever seen.
“Even before my mother died, he was sure they existed. He left my mother for months at a time, searching for this myth. I thought he was crazy, too.” Ethan laughed and dropped his face into his hands. “After my mom drowned, I blamed Dad for a long time. Hated him for it. He started dragging me out on trips with him when I finished high school. I could have chosen not to go, but I wanted to so I could laugh at him whenever he didn’t find something. I dreamed of a day when I could tell him he was wrong and have him believe me.” He dropped his arms to his thighs and curled his hands into fists.
I moved over to the bed and sat beside him, bumping my shoulder against his encouragingly.
“That day the accident happened, I was just hoping he would fail again. That was going to be my last trip. I told him that if we didn’t find anything this time, I was done. It would prove he was wrong. The end. He was adamant that we were going to find something. Then the storm hit and…. Well, you know what happened next.” He glanced at me with a frown. “When you saved my life, you proved to me that Dad was right. You existed, and I hated myself for thinking he was crazy. So I started searching on my own.”
“And you found us,” I whispered, reaching out to link my fingers with his.
He shook his head. “Again, at what cost? The town thinks I’m crazy, and when I brought them back proof, they still called me crazy. Maybe I should have let them have the tail.”
“We’ve got more proof now. Zolo and Aza. We can take them back.”
“No.” Ethan clenched his jaw. “You know what I learned down there in that little mermaid city of yours? They’re not worth it.” He turned himself toward me and cupped my face. “They’re not fucking worth a cent. No matter what we do, Boy, it’ll never be good enough for those reporters, and we shouldn’t be living for those bastards.”
“You’re right,” I murmured with a smile. “So what do we do now?”
“I don’t know….” He stroked his thumb across my chin and then over my lips. “Maybe we should leave that shitty town behind. Go somewhere else.”
“I’ve never been anywhere else.” I chewed on my bottom lip. “But I’d follow you anywhere.”
“We’d need to get you some kind of fake ID and birth certificate and shit. Make it legit. Maybe you could go by Lyric since that’s your name.”
I pouted. “I hate that name.”
“Can you think of anything better?” He smirked.
“Hm.” I shifted onto his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs. “I can keep my first name, as long as I can have your last, Mr. Turmont.”
He laughed, and I shivered as the sound worked its way down my spine. Pleasure curled hot in my gut. “You drive a hard bargain, but I agree to your terms. How about we get rid of those bodies, throw them in the fucking ocean where those pricks belong, and go home, pack our shit, and get out of dodge?”
I sighed in delight. “In human words, fuck yes.”
His laughter grew louder.
Chapter Twelve
Ethan
We ended in a small town south of Miami. The weather was slightly warmer than I was used to, but I liked it because no one knew who we were. Strangers, that’s what we were to everyone in this shitbucket we called our new home. We still had the boat sitting in a wharf that we took out for regular trips, and I still lived the nonworking life thanks to Dad’s inheritance, but now that I wasn’t on a mission to find and destroy merpeople, I’d thought I’d be restlessly bored. That wasn’t possible with Boy around, though. He made every day more exciting than the last.
Boy stretched out where he lay on the deck of the boat and grinned up at me when my shadow blocked his sunlight. He cocked his head and moaned.
“Hello, love of my life.”
I rolled my eyes. “Cheesy motherfucker.”
Boy—not Lyric, he was only Lyric on paper—cackled. He sat up and stared at the bag in my hand. “What have you got for me?”
I smirked and kneeled beside him, making sure to rest my knee on the towel he sat on. The sun was scorching today, and the deck would burn me. Opening the bag, I pulled out the prize I went searching for.
He frowned and reached for it, but I snatched it back so he couldn’t get it. “Is that—”
“I did tell you I was going to teach you what a dildo is used for.”
“Oh really?” He bounced in excitement. “But that one is flesh colored?”
“Yep.” I winked. “Because if it’s going to be fake, it should at least look like a real cock. Now….” I ran my palm up one of his long legs and stared at the small blue Speedos he wore. “How about you go downstairs and put on some heels and that red dress I love seeing on you, and we give the Fitzgeralds a show?”
Boy shook his head and glanced over his shoulder at the elderly couple in the boat next to ours. When he looked back to me, he waggled his eyebrows. “Your wish is my command. How about I put on those nice fishnets, too?”
“You read my mind.” I captured his mouth against mine and kissed him hard, reveling in the little moans he gave me.
When I broke the kiss, I winked at the Fitzgeralds, who’d stopped what they were doing on their own deck to sneer at us.
Boy laughed again, and I helped him stand, slapping his ass on his way past. He saluted me and almost danced down the stairs.
I shook my head and sighed. The last thing I’d expected was to be this happy, but fuck, Boy knew how to turn me on in all the right ways. Leaving Loutu was the best thing we’d ever done. As much as I was tempted to find Atlantia again and destroy it, while also proving Dad was right, they really weren’t worth my time. I had what I wanted now.
Before we’d left, we did travel one more time out to the same long and lat where I thought Atlantia was. As though they knew we were coming, Wily and that sea witch met us out there.
“He’s dead,” Wily had said to Boy with a grim face. “And I’m king now.”
“Be better than Father was,” Boy told him.
Wily had nodded. “I promise.”
It didn’t matter what happened to Atlantia in the end. I had my boy and that’s the only thing I needed.
The sound of a throat clearing ripped me from my thoughts and I spun my gaze to the stairs, where Boy stood in a short pencil dress, heels, and the skanky fishnets I loved to see on him.
“Your little whore is ready to please,” Boy whispered.
“Fuck.” I nearly stumbled to my feet and grabbed the paper bag with the dildo. While I dragged him back down the stairs and toward the bedroom, Boy’s laughter made my heart skip a beat.
Yep, it would all be okay.
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