One hundred and Six

Ricky's POV

I walked back to my men, a shitty grin on my face. Fucking hell, that was amazing. I could still taste her on my tongue. Could still hear her cries for more.

Her cries for me. Sweet sweet Shannon.

She had scrambled off when she calmed down, those pretty eyes blinking in shame as her cheeks reddened. I was sure she was worried about it all. About someone catching us while we frolicked like a bunch of rabbits. I grinned at the thought and chuckled, feeling every bit refreshed.

After a while of training, I had declared a break and found her lurking in the corridor, looking on at the training ground.

She looked so innocent. So beautiful, yet so simple. It was one of the things I absolutely adored about her even though I hated her at the same time. Her simplicity and her beauty showed just how fucking adorable she was.

It was a dilemma that I didn’t know how to come out from but right now, it was the least of my worries.

I glanced back at the corridor we had just g