I could already feel my nipples tingling with the same anticipation.
When the stretch became a burn, he pulled back, allowing me to recover a small fraction of time before he once again started pushing forward.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Fuck.”
The way he filled me was just that good. There were no words to describe the feeling of being so full.
The hands on my hips tightened, and finally when he was seated fully, he started to rock me forward and backward. Just a small bit at a time, until I was easily taking his cock, and he was fully coated in my juices.
Only when he knew I was ready did he start to fuck me harder.
My wet hair was now slapping against my leg—and likely his with the force of it swinging—and the odd stinging cold had my senses going haywire.
Behind me, I saw his legs widen to try to make up the difference between our heights, which gave me a better view of his balls swinging with each thrust.
I licked my lips as I watched them swing forward and backward. On each upward arc they would tap my clit, making my body tighten with each slow swing.
Then that stupid finger of his—the one that always liked to sneak to my ass—was gathering wetness at my entrance where he was filling me full.
Once thoroughly coated in me, he rimmed the pucker of my ass, and I detonated.
Just the anticipation was enough. The thought of his finger inside that forbidden hole, like always, made me detonate.
He laughed at my quick orgasm, and I realized right then that we were nowhere near through.
“Come to the bed,” he urged as he slowly pulled out of me. “I want to fuck you without holding you up.”
I had no idea that meant fucking me into the mattress, face pressed against the sheets to control my screams, but he did.
And by the time we were both done, I knew that our lovemaking wouldn’t have gone unnoticed.
Not when my screams of ecstasy were still echoing in my ears.
“I want to spend the rest of my life just like this. Permanently,” Lynn grumbled into my hair when he’d come.
I laid with my head on his pillow, inhaling his scent with every ragged breath. “Me, too.”
Two hours later, we got the phone call that my father had passed away.
And, unsurprisingly, I slept like a baby.
CHAPTER 20
I was born annoyed.
-Lynn’s secret thoughts
LYNN
I smoothed my hand down my lapels as I walked into the office that I utilized in Kilgore, Texas.
Hot on my heels was Hunt, who’d met me at my office at my request.
When we both got inside, I waved off my assistant and said, “We’re going to be in a meeting all morning. Please make sure that all my calls are held.”
My assistant, an aging woman in her sixties, nodded her head in a no-nonsense way. “Will do, Mr. Mayor.”
“Lynn,” I corrected her like I did every time.
My assistant, Rhonda, shrugged. “Sure, Mr. Mayor.”
Laughing at how I got my employees to not listen to me, Hunt walked into my office and took the seat where my computer was.
“This is hooked up to the entire network of the town?” he asked for confirmation.
“It is,” I confirmed.
“Then let’s start digging.” He clapped his hands.
I took a seat on the couch in the corner of the room and started to work on my laptop.
By the time that Six arrived at noon, we’d found five other people in the local governments that looked suspicious.
“I’m sorry, but the mayor is in a closed-door meeting for the afternoon.” I heard Rhonda say.
“Oh.” Six I could hear on the other side of the doors sounding miffed. “I guess I’ll just go eat all this food myself.”
I stood up and walked swiftly to the door, knowing that Rhonda would likely hold her ground and Six really would leave and start eating all of our food.
When I got to the door, it was to find Six in the process of leaving.
“Don’t you dare eat all that,” I ordered, sounding harsh, but knowing she would see past the veneer that I always put on when I was in public.
Six rolled her eyes and switched direction to come my way.
“I bought it for you, I can always take it back since I paid for it.” She raised a teasing brow.
I walked to her and collected the bags from her hands. They were surprisingly heavy.
“Rhonda, this is my fiancée, Six,” I said to my assistant. “Six, this is my assistant, and my right hand while I’m in office. She was appointed to me by the city.”
Six raised her hand and waved. “Nice to meet you, Rhonda.”
Rhonda sat there stunned as she looked between the two of us.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to her seeing the age difference between us or me being with a woman at all. Whatever the reason, I was happy to put that surprised look on Rhonda’s face.
“That’s wonderful,” she finally said, showing her manners and upbringing of never allowing surprise to show on her face. “I can’t believe that you’re engaged. That’s wonderful news.”
“I can’t either,” Six said under her breath.
I caught her by her bicep and urged her to the door of my office.
“Thanks, Rhonda,” I said as I guided my snarky girl to my office and shut the door.
“What the hell, Wood?” Six pulled away from me with a glare. “You can’t just go telling people we’re engaged when we’re not.”
“But we are,” I teased. “You said last night that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me. Permanently. It may not have been the exact words that you were looking for, but that was what I meant.”
“I didn’t know that was what you meant,” she grumbled as she came into the office and started to look around. “Hello, Hunt.”
“Yo,” Hunt replied, never taking his eyes off the computer. “Did you bring food?”
“I brought barbeque from that smokehouse on the way here. I stopped to look at the longhorns, and then I got distracted by feeding turkeys. Did you know they have a new pig? I petted him, too. Then went inside and found that they were selling barbeque. I was going to run by Crockett’s place, but her grandpa told me that she’d had a bad night and that she was sick. So, they couldn’t open the store today. So yeah.”
“Crockett from Crockett’s Corner?” Hunt asked.
“Yep,” Six confirmed. “Are you single, Hunt?”
“Not technically,” Hunt muttered before going back to work at the computer.
Six looked at me as if I could explain his words.
I couldn’t.
I didn’t know everything there was to know about these men.
Bruno did, because he’d done the background checks, but I felt that it would be better for the men in the long run to be able to trust me with their lives when they were ready, and not a moment before that.
So no, I had no clue about the cryptic comment.
Shrugging, I set the bag on the table and started to lift the contents of the bag out.
“Candy bar?” I asked.
She took it and set it on the couch next to where she’d seated herself.
The next thing I pulled out was a bag of individual barbeque sauces, followed shortly by another bag.
“This is a lot of sauce,” I said as she reached for a small box. “What’s that?”
She opened it up and showed me the fudge.
“Fudge,” she sounded excited. “I can’t decide whether I want to eat some of it now, or later.”
“Do it now,” Hunt suggested as he stalked across the room toward us. “I like fudge. Let’s try it.”
She split a square of fudge in two and handed him the bigger piece.
He took a bite and moaned.
“You’re like, a really cute nerd,” Six said to Hunt. “You should really not moan with those glasses and that messy hair hot guy look you have going on. You m
ight make poor Rhonda melt.”
Hunt lifted his eyebrow. “Not you?”
She turned to look at me, then grinned before returning her gaze to Hunt. “You just don’t have enough of that gray going on yet. One day you’ll have it, though.”
Hunt snorted a laugh and ate the other half of his fudge square.
“It’s good,” he said. “Regular fudge would’ve been better.”
“I don’t like regular plain ol’ fudge. I like excitement. And cookies and cream with caramel is excitement,” she teased.
I handed her a barbeque sandwich and then handed Hunt two.
He took both and walked back to the desk.
“Did you bring drinks?” I asked as I started to unwrap my own sandwich.
Six shook her head. “They only had tea, and it was sweet as fuck, so I knew you wouldn’t like it.”
I felt my insides warm.
It made me happy that she knew what I liked.
“I have some tea in the break room. When I get back, you can tell me how that meeting with your father’s advisor went. And when you can go to his office to clean it out,” I said.
I left with my sandwich to get the drinks and came back to find Six digging into a second sandwich.
“Well?” I asked before she took a bite.
She finished before she said, “The man that’s now going to be acting mayor until they can hold an election. He’s sweet, and I like him a lot. He’s also the one that you chose to replace him temporarily, remember?”
“Yes,” I confirmed.
“He’s going to clean out my father’s office and have his things shipped to me. He also let me know that they would help in any way that they could with the funeral arrangements, and that there were quite a few people that would like to attend. I asked for them to plan a memorial that I would attend there in Dallas. But that we would be having a private funeral here for him. The funeral home called today and asked if I knew my wishes when it came to my father, and I told them to cremate him since he deserved to burn in hell anyway.” Six took another vicious bite of her sandwich.
My brows rose, and Hunt from his perch at my desk behind us started to chuckle.
“I think I like you, girl,” Hunt said.
Six winked.
“Anyway, the funeral is at seven tomorrow night. The only people that’ll be there are immediate family. And guess who that is?” she teased.
I brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear and went back to my sandwich.
“Who?” Hunt asked when I didn’t ask.
“Me,” Six answered. “I’m the only family he had left.”
“Meaning you’re alone,” Hunt said softly.
“Meaning that I’m all alone.”
I pulled her face close to mine by placing my hand at the back of her neck. “You’re not alone anymore, remember? You’re marrying me. That makes me your family.”
She snorted. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Didn’t you ever hear that being engaged usually comes with a ring for the woman?”
I winked at her. “It’s getting sized. I had no clue you had such small fingers until I tried to slip it onto your ring finger this morning while you were sleeping.”
Her brows rose. “Really?”
I shrugged. “Really.”
• • •
The next night, I knew that she wasn’t in a good place.
As we walked into the funeral home where her father’s cremated ashes resided, I had to practically hold her hand tight to keep her from bolting in the other direction.
When we finally got to the room that he was being held in, I could tell that she was ready to bolt, even if she had to take my arm with her.
“It’ll be okay,” I promised.
She looked at me.
“My father’s a really bad person,” she said. “I’m disgusted that I didn’t realize how bad until you came around.”
“It’ll be okay,” I said. “He was a very good actor, and he’d been putting on a show with you for a very long time.”
She sighed, long and exaggerated. “I know. It doesn’t make hearing it any better, though.”
We walked silently after that, making our way through the very quiet funeral home toward the back room where the officiant was waiting.
Upon seeing us, he stood up from the pew and walked toward us.
Holding out his hand first to me, then to Six, he gestured toward a seat at the front of the room.
And together we sat through the funeral of a man that didn’t deserve the kind words but got them anyway.
When we stood up forty-five minutes later after listening to the bullshit the officiant spewed about Ivan being a ‘kind man’ it was to turn around and find the men that I’d recently sprung from prison sitting in the back row.
All of them looked…
“Scary,” Six whispered from my side.
I grinned down at her.
“I was going to say intimidating,” I mused, throwing my arm around her shoulder.
She leaned into me as we walked to the back of the chapel and stopped next to their spot.
“Y’all want to go grab some food?” Six asked. “Celebrate a man’s death.”
It was Trick who answered.
“Hell, yeah.” He got up. “Lead the way. I don’t know this town all that well.”
And so Six did.
EPILOGUE
Tomorrow is not promised. Be a ho today.
-Six to Lynn
SIX
Eight years later
“On a scale of one to ten, how mad do you think Daddy will be?” Adele, our seven-year-old, asked.
I looked over at my daughter and grinned.
“What did you do?” I asked.
“Umm,” she hesitated. “I think I better just talk to him.”
Grinning at my mischievous daughter’s words, I gestured toward Lynn’s office.
Eight years ago, when Lynn and I decided to start our life together, I had no freakin’ idea what that would mean for us.
I had no clue that Adele would surprise us months after our marriage was official. And I say official because neither one of us wanted anything big.
We’d had eighteen people attend our wedding, six of those being the men that had recently found their way into our lives after exiting prison.
Two of those, Laric and Bruno, had stood up with Lynn. And Wyett had stood up with me.
Then there’d been the random men here and there.
A scary man named Silas Mackenzie that Adele just loved every time he came around. A couple of FBI agents that showed up in the middle of the night to talk about things that I wasn’t privy to once every couple of months.
“Who the fuck was it that thought it would be a good idea to leave their bike in the driveway?” I heard someone ask.
Bruno came into the room then, carrying a mangled looking bike. One that had obviously been run over.
I turned to survey my girl. “Was that what you wanted to talk to your daddy about?”
“So I might or might not have run over it with the tractor.” She paused.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “What were you doing on the tractor?”
I knew it was a bad decision to allow her to learn how to drive that. But Lynn had insisted that it was a great thing for her to learn.
“I was going to go dig a hole,” she said.
“Why?” I pushed.
Bruno, who I’d made up with in the time that Lynn and I had been married, set the mangled bike down in the middle of the kitchen.
“Because I was going to go bury something,” she hedged.
I looked over at Bruno, who was having a really hard time keeping his face straight.
“Go talk to your father,” I ordered, pointing at the closed office door. “And make sure to knock first. He may be in a conference call.”
Adele went in, didn’t bother to knock, and slammed the door closed.
“What do you think she was burying?” Bruno asked
as he leaned his hips against the counter.
Before I could answer, a loud curse sounded from Lynn’s office.
“I have a very weird feeling that I don’t want to know,” I admitted, watching the door warily. “I’m just going to let him deal with it.”
Bruno started to laugh.
That laugh turned into full-blown giggles when Lynn walked out of the room looking disturbed.
He started hurrying outside, and I had no other choice but to follow him.
When we got to where she’d ‘buried’ whatever she’d buried, it turned out to be a dog crate. A dog crate that just so happened to have her little brother in it.
Her little brother by five minutes.
“Ummm,” I said as I stared down into the cage and looked at my son who was reading his iPad with a pillow and a blanket to keep him warm. “What the hell is going on?”
“Well, it started like this,” David said as he flipped his ‘fake’ page on his iPad. He must be reading again. “Adele didn’t want me to touch her iPad. So, I didn’t. Only, she thought I did. And then she decided that a fight was in order to settle it. I told her I didn’t want to fight, so she decided that I could sit here and be buried alive. So that’s what I did.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Where’s the dog at?” I asked.
Because if the crate was buried, that meant the dog was somewhere that it shouldn’t be.
Laric had suckered us into taking one of his military working dogs, and the dog didn’t do well without his crate. He didn’t necessarily have to have it closed, but it was his safe place when he was inside the house and wanted to stay away from us.
“Bruno is in the garage, in the boat.” Adele kicked a rock with her foot. “All I wanted to do was fight. Why is that so bad?”
Bruno was also named after their Uncle Bruno. At the time, I’d thought it was funny because Bruno was still on my shit list. Now it was just a pain in the ass.
I looked at Lynn, who was also pinching the bridge of his nose. “You deal with this.”
Lynn’s eyes flashed open. “I don’t know why you think this is my fault.”
“The fighting?” I asked. “That’s definitely not me.”
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