It Ain't Me, Babe

It’s me babe... Ain’t no other man for you... but me.

I have only ever liked one boy in my life. I have only wanted one man to have as my own. I have only ever had one dream since I was eight. Styx, the dream is you. You stole my heart fifteen yes ago and you still haven’t given it back.

For the first time in my life, I feel wanted... like I finally belong. There is nowhere on Earth I would rather be than here with you. You do not cage me, Styx. You make me soar.

Mae was mine. Fifteen long years of wanting her to be mine, and here she sat, curled up in my arms – a fuckin’ angel in hell.

We were always fated to be together. He is my everything. He is my entire world... ...Styx is my salvation.

Because if Styx was damned to hell, so was I. I would follow him into the fire.

I t-tried to stay away, do the right thing. B-because I ain't no go for you. But f*uck, I want you so b-bad I feel like I- I c-can't breathe. Can't p-push you away n-no more. Need to have you c-close.

The boy River had grown into Styx the man and, despite his flaws and his harshness, he was all I wanted. All I had ever wanted.

I was wrong. So damn wrong. You need a strong man, babe. You need a man to love you, to protect you, to be your fuckin' world." Her breath paused and I smirked. "It's me, babe. It's so fuckin' me.

I want you to show me what being with a man should be like. What giving my body and soul to you should be like.

He was sin personified… A sin I craved… but right now I was out and out afraid of him.

You have light within you, Styx, and I feel it shining through like the rays of the midday sun. It is beautiful. You are a good man.

You telling me there's more in there? What is this place? A fuckin' breeding farm for Victoria's Secret?

I leaned into her hand. Twenty-six years old and a single touch was gonna make me blow in my jeans.

Styx was sin; Rider was peace.

I hope you're the end of my story. I hope you're as far as it goes. I hope you're the last words I ever utter. It's never your time to go...

Her voice was as tiny as she was, but it was the sweetest damn thing I'd ever heard...and too long coming. Fifteen fuckin' years to hear that damn voice again, and apparently, she'd been waiting for mine too

Babe, you're my best kinda therapy

I’d never felt more comfortable than when I had my guitar in hand,

His tongue licked at the silver ring through his bottom lip and a large set of dimples set on his cheeks.

I thought about you often, the boy behind the fence, the boy on the outside...the boy who stole my first and only kiss

...And I think I just fell in love with you...

Groaning too loud, I picked up speed, the heavy slapping sounds of our thighs driving me on. My nose tucked in her neck and her pussy tightened, fisting my dick so fuckin’ hard. Back arching, her tits pressed against my chest and a scream ripped from her throat as she came.

I have only ever liked one boy in my life. I have only wanted one man to have as my own. I have only ever had one dream since I was eight. Styx, the dream is you. You stole my heart fifteen years ago and you still haven't given it back.

He never forgot about you, Mae. Growing up, I watched him sign to Ky about you all the time, his chick with the wolf eyes. The chick behind the fence, the chick he kissed. It was constant. His precious number three, whatever he meant.

I sighed in relief as my words began to come clearer. It was her- fuckin' number three. My goddamn miracle.

I have always been his. I will never see anyone else. I will always be his alone.

Fuck, girl. You got beer-flavored nipples or some shit? Why're Prez and Doc going nuts for your skinny pale ass?