Pushing my hands down her shorts and panties, I slide them over the globes of her ass. Without breaking our kiss, she presses them down her legs and onto the floor. Then she brings her hands to my hair tie, releasing it so my hair cascades around us.
I scoop her up and turn her so her back is pressed to the wall as I slide a finger through her pussy lips, teasing her while she rocks against me.
She moves her hands between us and finds her way to my cock.
When I pinch her clit, she pulls her head back, slamming it into the wall as she moans her pleasure.
“Easy, baby,” I croon. “Can’t wake Carson.” My cock is throbbing painfully, wanting to be inside her.
“Need you, Jackson,” she whimpers.
Wrapping her legs around me, I line up to her entrance and slide inside. She moans loudly, pushing me to go faster, harder, longer.
Fucking hell. Her pussy is a vice, pulling my cock in deeper and holding me there.
Take me. Let me fucking die right now.
She moans louder, and I move quicker. The pace is relentless and sloppy. My head buzzes from the euphoria as my soul screams, we are home!
Michele rocks her hips, throwing off my pace, as she wails through her orgasm. As her walls clamp down, I become liquid as I shoot straight inside her tight pocket.
Not going soft, I drop my head to the sweet spot in the curve of her neck and lick, suck, and devour her more.
“Not done yet, Michele. You feel me, baby? You feel your husband? Tell me you feel my love. You feel me coursing through every fuckin’ millimeter of this body? Swollen tits, little belly, the way you feel. That’s my baby growin’ in that body, Michele. Fuckin’ mine, all mine.”
“J-Jackson,” she stutters as her body tightens, rushing through aftershocks while I build her up for more, sliding slowly out and back in. The mixture of our juices only heightens the feeling between us.
“Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I growl.
“Oh … Oh,” she purrs as I pound in and out, feeling my balls bunch up tight again. “More, Jackson, give me more.”
“Tell me, Michele.” I break away to look her in the eyes.
She bites her bottom lip slyly as I thrust in and out of her channel.
“Tell me, Michele. I see the changes in your body.”
“We’re having another baby, Jackson.” She smiles big, and I feel my heart grow fuller.
It’s all the encouragement I need to move us to the bed.
“Gonna give you everything, Michele,” I tell her as she relaxes on the comforter.
Lying over her, I devour her body. Taking care to be gentle with her sensitive tits, I lick every inch down and up again before sliding deeply inside her once again. The tingles go up my spine as my orgasm builds.
Dropping my head, I take her nipple in my mouth and suck. Hard.
She cries out as she clamps down, sending me over just as she finds her own pinnacle once again.
“Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I growl. My arms shake as I hold my weight off her while my cock twitches its final release inside her.
“Jackson,” she whispers.
I press my lips to hers, stopping her. Then, when she pushes my hair back, I relax into the feel of her.
My pulse quickens. My heart beats so loudly it sounds like drums in my head.
“Gonna have two babies. Got my little man Carson. Baby, this one’s gonna be our girl. Daddy’s little princess.”
“I can’t believe we’re gonna have another baby. Carson is only three months old.” She sighs. “I just peed on the stick yesterday. Can’t believe you figured it out.”
“Tits, babe. Love your fuckin’ tits. They grew again. Got all sensitive, and you got a little pouch like you did with Carson.” A pouch I loved watching grow from my seed.
It’s carnal the way she turns me on, especially when she’s pregnant.
“How are we gonna handle two babies?”
“Together, till death do us part, Michele, we do it all together,” I tell her.
I mean it, too. We lost too much time together already. I won’t miss another day with this woman, loving her and building a life with her.
This is us, and everything is together.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Deacon and Tempest
~Deacon~
I walk inside Haven’s Harbor at a fast clip and straight to Tempest’s office. Alexandria smiles big as I pass by without a word. She’s nice enough. Things are quiet with her as Tempest’s secretary since Cameron Linn left with Brennan to move to Alabama. As close as she was with Hadley, it didn’t surprise me that she would leave to be closer to her friend.
Yeah, I should probably let her announce me to Tempest, as if I’m interrupting anything. But I’m a man on a mission, and my cock is leading the way.
Shutting the door behind me, I watch as Tempest’s face goes from surprise to a sly grin.
As I close the space between us, Tempest stands, wearing a black dress that fits tightly around her small frame with some sexy as fuck red heels.
Reaching her, I grab behind her neck before crashing my lips to hers. As her mouth opens, I fucking take. Yes, I take her with my tongue.
She whimpers as she gives in to me.
With my free hand, I drop it straight to the globes of her ass and squeeze.
Fuck yes. This right here, my mind clears as she presses her body into me.
She fumbles, fighting to get my belt undone. When she finally frees my cock, she jerks her mouth away while stroking me.
Seeing her desk chair close by, I move us to it. This isn’t the first time we fucked here, and it damn sure won’t be the last. When I feel the need to have my woman, I take it. I don’t apologize for it either.
With my ass planted in her spot, she stands in front of me. I bite her tit through the fabric of her dress and bra while sliding my hands up her legs. Her skin is so soft.
The noises from the lobby are drowned out by my need. I don’t give a damn who walks through that door. I will take Tempest’s pussy with an audience. She gets me that wound up.
Finding her panties, I quickly pull, snapping the sides and yanking them off. Lifting the silk garment to my nose, I inhale, smelling her tangy scent.
I then drop the panties and plunder, teasing her pussy while she grips me, stroking hard and fast. She wants this, too. Always does. In fact, she is already wet.
When she comes closer, I grip behind her knees and pull her over me until she is straddling my body and the chair.
Reaching between us, she lines my cock up with her entrance and slides me in her, inch by inch. I hold my breath as her body stretches to accommodate my size.
“Godzilla is ready,” Tempest moans.
I laugh, holding her still.
“Give me the beast, Gentry. Do not fuck with me!”
I smirk. “Baby, I’m not fuckin’ with you; I’m here to fuck you. There’s a difference. Once I know you’re satisfied, I’ll go about my day until I can sink inside you again tonight.”
Gripping under her thighs, I lift Tempest as I thrust up so she feels it all. I watch her face change from thrill to pure bliss. The walls of her pussy clamp down like a vice grip, trying to hold me in place.
Tempest rests her hands on my shoulders to find her balance as I work us both up. The chair creaks under us, but I don’t stop. I won’t stop. I lived life without anything stable for far too long. Tempest calms everything inside me that wants to live life wandering around. She gives me purpose and acceptance.
Breaking away from our kiss, I catch my breath. My body seems to feel every single touch of her body to mine.
She moans as her pussy tightens and her stomach clenches, soaring over the edge of her climax. My balls throb, but I fight the urge to come.
Tempest drops her head to my neck where she places soft kisses behind my ear. Meanwhile, I slowly rock in and out of her as the aftershocks work through her.
The tingle in my spine tells me I can’t ho
ld off much longer.
Tempest lifts her head, looks me in the eyes, and in a raspy voice, she tells me, “Made my day, Gentry.”
When her lips hit mine, sealing us together, I lift her and slide in one more time, just as my come shoots deep inside her. Only when I’m spent does Tempest stop kissing me and rests her forehead on mine.
“Damn, Gentry, you know how to say hello.”
I laugh. “Godzilla was on a mission.”
She smiles then sighs. “While I love your visits, I also know you. What else brings you by?”
“Don’t forget the parent meeting tonight for Arika’s senior year. She texted me twice. She’s staying after school today for some drama tryout for next year’s lead. She wanted to remind us that we have to pay for her senior portraits, cap and gown, and she’ll be waiting for us in the auditorium tonight, on the third row from the back left side.”
Tempest looks at me warmly. “Love the way she is with you.”
“Well, I was checking her phone on that app. Babe, she’s got a boy textin’ her. His name is Dakota. And he’s failing two classes. Hacked the computer. We gotta talk to our girl. The dude has pink hair.”
“Gentry, I thought your name was Deacon until Tamalyn told me otherwise, so his name is irrelevant. The pink hair is a fashion statement.”
My cock pulses inside her as my chest burns with the need to protect Arika. “She needs to let pink-haired boy know her dad is a SEAL. I’ll hide the body.”
I see Tempest’s eyes glass over in tears. “We’ve come a long way this year, Gentry.”
“We have,” I agree, lifting her left hand with my ring on her finger. “Mrs. Hawkins, we have come so far, and the future is ours for the taking.”
She presses her lips to mine.
“I got a letter today,” she says, climbing off me and going to the tissue box on her desk to clean us both up before handing me an envelope.
I see the return address from the law firm. “Is this what I think it is?”
She nods.
“So tonight, after parent meeting, we can give Arika the finalized papers?”
She nods again.
I swear my chest might explode from happiness.
“Baby, our girl’s gonna graduate with our name. Arika Haven Hawkins, class of 2019. Damn, that shit sounds good.”
Tempest’s eyes meet mine as the tears begin to fall freely. “You’ve changed my life, Gentry ‘Deacon’ Hawkins. With you, I’m not fighting the world alone anymore. With you, Arika has safety, security, and love. We are whole because you came into our world. Even when you could have anything and anyone, you stayed here with us, for us. I can never say thank you enough. I can never love you enough for all you’ve given me and her.”
“Fuckin’ love you, Tempest. You keep this up, I’m fuckin’ you again on the desk, then you won’t get work done and we’ll be late to the parent meeting.” I stand and pull up my pants. “We gotta be responsible, baby.”
“Well, you’re the one with Godzilla in his pants. I get distracted,” she teases back.
This is peace.
This is happiness.
This is home sweet motherfucking home.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trapper, Avery, and Meaghan
~Trapper~
“This is seriously what you wanna do today?” Avery asks me, climbing on his Harley beside where I’m perched on mine.
“Same shit I do every year. You can be with me, or I can do it alone. One way or another, I’m gonna remind the fucker who put him in the ground.”
“It’s ashes, Mitchell,” Avery reminds me.
“Yeah, I fucked him with a broomstick till he bled the fuck out on his own bed after I cut his throat. Then I burned the house of horrors to the fuckin’ ground with his body in it. You gave him the tombstone,” I remind him of his part in this.
“So people wouldn’t ask more questions. I didn’t want to put you at risk.”
“I get it, man. But he has his name beside Laura, the only mother I’ve ever known.”
Avery throws his hands up in frustration. “What the fuck was I supposed to do, Mitchell? Things had to look normal. No one knew the shit that went down.”
“I get it, man. But I gotta do this for me.”
“Then we do it together,” he tells me before turning the key and cranking his bike.
Meaghan rushes out of our house over to Avery. She places a soft kiss on his cheek before moving to me.
The minute she settles in behind me, I calm.
Meaghan does that for Avery and me. I don’t know how the hell two bastards like us got so lucky to find this woman who gets us.
I never imagined my life would become so … settled.
There has never been a time in my life where I thought I would have a future where I’m comfortable. Yet, here I am, in Leed, Alabama. What once was my Hell and is now my Heaven. What a twist it’s been.
Each morning, the three of us wake up together, usually entangled. There was a time I would have freaked out waking up with a body draped over mine. Now, I find I crave it.
Three days a week, Avery goes to work at the paper. The other days, he works at Arts and Tarts with Meaghan, Michele, and me. Technically, I own Mobile Movers and should spend most of my time there, but I like being here more, especially the days when Avery is here with us. Meaghan could do it all without us, but we’re a family. None of us will ever feel alone again and that’s something I live for.
Michele only comes in to bring in paintings when we sell her current inventory. Hadley has found a knack for baking and recently started making pastries, so she comes in to sell new treats here and there. X likes to be more hands on, so he started building tiny houses with Collector. When they need a hand, Avery, Rowdy, and I all help.
We may no longer be nomads on the open road together, but we are still together.
Just like this morning.
Today is the five-year anniversary of me killing Butch. Unlike the other times I have come through here to jack off at his grave, I’m not alone. I woke up this morning, ready to do this on my own, but when I stepped out of the shower, Avery was dressed and ready to go. Then Meaghan stirred, realized we were going out, and said she wouldn’t let us go alone.
Now, here we are. Avery beside me, Meaghan behind me, and together we face the past that definitely defined my future.
The clouds are bright white, the sky is blue, and there isn’t a weight on my chest like I had before.
The ride to the cemetery is different. Having Meaghan hold me tightly and Avery to my right, it’s like everything is centered.
The two of them climb off just before I do, giving me space before I lead the way.
Avery drops to his knees at his mother’s tombstone.
“Avery, you don’t have to do this. I know it’s not easy.”
He looks up at me. Our eyes lock. I see the teenage boy again. The one who was lost. I see the teenage boy whose mother would come home, and then the light would turn back on those depths. I see the teenage boy who was afraid of his own shadow. Then I feel it.
I feel the teenage boy who wouldn’t turn his back on me. I feel the teenage boy who had the compassion to never belittle me or make me ask for a single thing. I feel the teenage boy who understood my pride was both my greatest downfall, my biggest weakness, but more so, my every motivation.
I see the man before me. The man who was broken before he could even feel life. The man who found his voice. The who found his strength.
I feel the man in front of me, the one who owns me. I feel his pain, his love, his joy, and his longing.
We are connected.
The cement stone in front of me says his name. Butch. The man who tormented, tortured, tainted, and traumatized both Avery and me.
“Thank you,” I say as my voice cracks. “Yeah, motherfucker, thank you! My mother was a whore. A worthless piece of shit who never looked back when I was fifteen years old and we lost our house. She let me dig th
rough garbage cans, demean myself to whatever scraps I could make due. I thought I was strong then.”
Meaghan moves to my side, bringing her small arm around my back and resting low on my hip. She doesn’t say anything; she just holds me. It’s like she always knows just what I need without a single word being said.
“Butch, you thought you broke me. You thought you were in control. For a time, you were … when I was a boy.”
My cock hardens as my pride swells. My greatest motivation.
“I’m a man, Butch. I’m the man who put you here. I’m the man who made you feel every single ounce of pain you gave to me and Avery. I’m the man who stands before your marker today to tell you that I am in control now. Avery and I, we found our peace, our happiness, and our love, Butch. You couldn’t stop us then, and you won’t stop us now.”
I undo my pants and let my cock spring free.
Avery turns his head until my cock is right in front of his face. Suddenly, I feel the warmth of his mouth as he takes me. Slowly, he sucks, his eyes locked on mine.
Powerful.
Hungry.
Determined.
I lose all thought as I feel the man on his knees before me, giving me so much of himself.
His pace quickens as he strokes and sucks. My balls tighten. I groan as I feel my release building.
I push his head off just in time to let my jizz shoot out onto the ground and the concrete marker.
Avery laughs as he stands. It’s lighthearted.
I find myself a little wobbly at what just happened.
“You wanted the power back, Mitchell,” Avery says, and I nod. “I never gave him my mouth. No one but you and Meaghan. So, he can see from the very depths of Hell that we’ve overcome him and all he’s done. We fuckin’ did it together.”
I am speechless.
“Love, we have love. Butch never had love. My uncle never knew love. My grandfather never knew love. Mitchell, Avery, we have love. It may not be what outsiders understand, it may have come from the darkest of places, but we have something few in life can truly experience.” She tugs on Avery’s arm to pull him to her. “We have unconditional love and acceptance.”
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