“You’ll see”, Leighton said.
Gracey let him push a little bit further inside her. “I’ll see what?” she said, moans tearing the sentence into syllables.
“Justice”, Leighton said, slipping almost completely inside her.
Gracey twisted into him, moaning, her ass pushing against his pubic bone. “How could they do it?” she said.
Leighton took hold of her throat, squeezing gently just to see how fragile it was. He wanted to push hard inside her, but he wanted to wait for Gracey to give him the go ahead even more. Leighton lifted his fingers to her mouth and she sucked them and bit them hard, finally opening herself up to him fully. Looking down, Leighton could see his girth widening her pussy magnificently.
“Fuck”, Gracey screamed, the words shrill against the pillow. She pulled away quickly, fearful of enjoying it too much. “I love your cock”, she said, unable to help herself.
“Your pussy feels incredible”, Leighton said. “I can feel every single muscle squeezing down on my cock. You make me want to come so quickly.”
“Is that why you like me?” Gracey said, taking his hand in hers and pressing it against her chest, encouraging him to fondle her.
“Because you make me want to come?” Leighton asked.
“Mmmhmmm”, Gracey said, losing herself in the pleasure of it.
“Are you going to let me this time?”
Leighton was fucking her deeply now. Slowly, but fully in control. Gracey moved his hand from her tits down to her clitoris, opening up her legs so they could rub it together.
“That depends”, Gracey said, her voice peaking.
“That depends on what?”, Leighton asked. Her pussy was so wet, and her clit so sensitive, he had to keep repositioning his fingers not to overstimulate her. At the end of every thrust he gave, she pushed back slightly, her pussy muscles gripping his shaft, and it was making his cock tingle like he’d never experienced before. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to shoot his load, whether she liked it or not.
“How well you behave”, Gracey said.
“I can promise”, Leighton began. “I’m an absolute gentleman.”
Leighton could feel her body shaking even before Gracey realized it. He could hear the peaking in her breath and feel how quickly the blood was rushing around her body. She pressed herself up against him and pulled her knees towards her chest, snapping his hand closed against her pussy and nearly pulling her way off him completely. Not again, Leighton thought, and made sure that where she moved, he went with her. She shut her eyes, but it seem to come at her even more strongly like that, so she opened them again and pressed her face into the pillow. With Leighton on top of her now, his weight crushing her even further into the bed, the waves seemed to intensify until she could do nothing but stop fighting against it and let it consume her completely. There were a couple of times when she tried to speak, but nothing but moans came out of her. It was an incredible sensation that seemed to take over her whole body in a way that made her feel like she’d flicked a switch she wouldn’t ever be able to put back in its original position. Not that she cared. Multiple orgasms as good as this she was definitely prepared to incorporate into her life. She had to touch herself at one point to make sure it was real. It took her almost five to open her legs again and let Leighton continue to fuck her. He clit was fizzing, and every time he moved himself into or out of her, she thought she was going to explode in orgasmic intensity again.
“That”, Gracey said, a hot flush coursing around her body. “Amazing.”
“Are you going to pass out again?” Leighton asked, his arms around her belly to make sure she didn’t get away.
Gracey leaned her head against his chest and rolled into him. Leighton took the hint and pulled her up onto his chest so they were both on their backs, Gracey on top of him.
“Not today”, she said quietly.
“Are you going to let me come?” Leighton asked.
“Mmmmhmmm”, Gracey said, still in dream world. “Will you leave after you do?”
“Why would I leave?”, Leighton said, beginning to slowly pump her trembling pussy once again.
“Because you will have got what you came for”, Gracey said, completely open to him now, allowing herself to be controlled.
Leighton rode his dick inside her, pushing himself towards climax. This was the best sex he’d ever had.
“I’ll be here, alone”, Gracey said. “Waiting for you to come home and fuck me. I’d be easy to leave.”
“You don’t think I want this again?” Leighton said. He was getting so close now, his balls were tingling with anticipation. Every time they slapped Gracey’s pussy she let out a little moan of appreciation.
“How do I know you want it again with me?” she barely managed to say.
“Because it’s the best I’ve ever had”, Leighton said.
Gracey smiled. She bent her knees and placed her feet on his thighs. She was small enough and he was big enough for them to fit perfectly like this. “Besides which”, Leighton said. “This is my house now.”
“Harder”, Gracey pleaded. She could feel the very edge of another orgasm niggling away inside her. Leighton picked up the pace.
“Any faster and I’ll come”, he said.
“Come with me”, Gracey moaned. “Come inside me.”
“You know”, Leighton whispered, right on the edge of it. “If I come inside you, that means you’re mine.”
“No”, Gracey said, exploding in orgasm. “It means you’re mine.”
Leighton couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a final deep thrust of his enormous cock, he slammed his balls against Gracey’s humming clit and exploded his seed deep inside her. Gracey panted in exaltation, her brain firing so much adrenaline around her body she could barely keep still. Leighton managed to hold onto her just long enough for his own orgasm to subside, before he let her roll off him so she could cling desperately to the bed sheets as though she might fall off the bed if she let go.
He’d never experienced better, and it was a sensation that kind of worried him. He’d never needed anyone else before in his life, and here he was, feeling like he needed Gracey. He swung an arm over her and Gracey took hold of it and hugged it against her belly.
“I’m scared”, she said, and then without warning, burst into tears. It was as though everything had suddenly become overwhelming for her. The orgasm, the situation, the emotion. It was suddenly all too much. Leighton rolled towards her. Crying women weren’t usually his specialist subject.
“I’m here, Gracey”, he said. “Whatever happens, I’m here.”
“What if they find me guilty?” Gracey said. As much comfort as his words were, she had to be realistic.
“If you didn’t do it, then they won’t be able to. Alex doesn’t reckon it will even go to trial. Pandora, Isabella, Alexis, they are all hiding something. They are the ones that should be being accused, not you.”
“They’re not the ones with this on their ankle”, Gracey said, lifting her leg up in an appealing show of flexibility. Leighton ran his hand along it and eased it back to the bed.
“They also don’t have me”, he said.
“You mean it, don’t you?” Gracey asked. “You’re going to stick by me.”
“Don’t you feel it, Gracey?” Leighton said. “Don’t you feel that buzz between us? Didn’t you feel it the first day in the hospital?”
Gracey nodded.
“You wait”, Leighton said. “When all of this is over, you’ll see how happy you can be.”
“Don’t leave me alone”, Gracey said, her voice barely a whisper.
“I’m not going anywhere”, Leighton said. “I’ve only just got back home.”
One year later...
Epilogue
Gracey and Isabella
A very pregnant Gracey Logan shuffled her way towards the table in the corner of the room, where Isabella was already sat waiting for her. A year ago this could have been a cafe in Ba
ltimore, or several years ago perhaps, the canteen at their high school.
Inmates and visitors alike shuffled out of the way to let Gracey past, who was much less mobile now than she used to be. Before finally arriving to perhaps the least accessible table amongst the ten or so present, she managed to bash at least three people over the head with the bag of presents the prison officers, after close inspection, had allowed her to bring in. These were women that would have eaten Gracey alive in the real world, and had she not been pregnant, a state that had the capacity to reduce even the most hardened of criminals to mushy, cooing messes, she might have started a riot.
Considering the conditions within the prison, Isabella was doing well. In fact, it could even be said that she fit in better here than she did in the outside world. She was popular, had already made friends, led two groups - botany and creative writing - and was a quick favorite amongst prison workers, state provided mental health practitioners and the civilian teachers. She hadn’t returned to her poisoning ways, even though the more astute of the inmates made sure to check drinks and food before imbibing, and due to current legislation, and for matters of safety, wasn’t allowed to work at all in the kitchens.
It had taken little more than a month for Gracey’s charges to be dropped in the light of new evidence which put her two sisters and mother on the stand. Extensive tests were completed at the Chesapeake estate, and enough evidence was brought forth to put Isabella on trial for murder. On the very first day, much to the surprise of everyone present, no one more so than her lawyer, she confessed in consummate and calculating detail. This was not overlooked by the judge in sentencing, however, first degree murder came with a well established set of guidelines for conviction. Isabella was given twenty five years, with the possibility of parole after ten.
For their part in the subversion of justice, Pandora and Alexis were handed two year suspended sentences, and ordered to complete two hundred hours of community service. The judge was convinced of their innocence in the plot to kill Philip, but also of their complete ignorance of who might have been responsible. Their greatest sin beyond their selfishness, was their complete and utter stupidity, which continued to show no bounds.
The biggest victim across the length of the trail, apart from the deceased, was Gracey. The poor girl spent a month on house arrest after being taken through the wringer leading up to the initial charge, and several weeks afterwards waiting to find out exactly what would happen to her family.
She was awarded compensation for the wrongful arrest, and several local papers issued apologies for defamation. In her natural way, Gracey shook it off as being part of the rich fabric of a life that was just getting going. Isabella had been put in prison, which was a huge shock to the system, not least because she was the last person Gracey expected to be capable of murder, and her fractured family had become even more so, but if anything positive could be taken out of the whole mess, it was that she actually felt closer to Isabella that she had at any other point of their lives.
It was as if getting this out of her system was what Isabella needed to connect. It was an extreme way of doing it, of course, but it was a way nonetheless. When she heard Isabella’s story at the trial, which was the first time she had really heard her talk about their stepfather, it made much more sense. Philip had been on a crusade to make her life miserable from day one, and half of the stuff that Isabella spoke about, Gracey had either been too young to remember or blocked out completely. She understood too, that her attempting to make friends with Philip at the very end of his life, must have appeared to Isabella as some special form of treason.
“You look like you are going to burst”, Isabella said as Gracey eased herself into the uncomfortable metal jail chair.
“Two more weeks”, Gracey said, smiling. “The next time I come in you’ll be able to see her.”
“Or him.”
Gracey gave her a ‘don’t be ridiculous’ look.
“You don’t know yet”, Isabella said, backing up her comment.
“Trust me, I know. Leighton wants a boy. Not only that, he wants to call him Philip.”
Isabella rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry though, it’s going to be a girl. I can feel it. I might call her Phillipa.”
Gracey smiled. A second later Isabella understood that she was joking. For sisters, they were still in the process of getting to know each other, which felt really weird for both of them.
“How are you doing?” Gracey asked, placing a comforting hand on Isabella’s arm.
Isabella shrugged her shoulders. “You know, alright. Class is fun. I’m teaching them about toxic and medicinal plants. It’s cool.”
“That’s not what I meant”, Gracey said.
“I’m alright. You don’t need to worry about me, Gracey. You’ve got your own life to think about. How’s Leighton?”
“Good.”
Gracey beamed a wide smile and Isabella didn’t need further translation to know what that meant.
“He’s working on your appeal.”
“He knows I killed his father, right? I mean, he did get that part about my confession?”
“He understands, Isabella. Remember, we knew Philip much more than Leighton ever did. For Leighton, Philip was a story and nothing more. He had feelings for him, and what happened hurts, but he can empathize with what you did. He doesn’t hate you for it, none of us do.”
The hand was back on Isabella’s wrist to comfort her. The more she had someone comfort and touch her, the more she missed of it when it was taken away.
“Is there anything about him that’s not perfect?” she said.
“Yeah, tonnes of stuff. But it kind of pales in comparison when he takes his shirt off, if you know what I mean.”
Isabella snorted a laugh. “My little sister in love with a billionaire. Who would have though it. You really are turning into Mom.”
“Hey! I’m not a gold-digger! I only want Leighton for his body.”
The two girls giggled at that.
“I brought you some things. I had them all nicely wrapped but the lovely prison officer on the counter decided to fuck with the natural order of things and ruin the surprise.”
“Gracey Logan!” Isabella said, surprised. “Was that a cuss word, I heard?”
“Sorry”, Gracey apologized. “Being pregnant makes you say things you wouldn’t normally say. I might have said it to him as well. They nearly didn’t let me in.”
Isabella started rummaging through the bag of gifts. Gracey had brought so many things it was a wonder how she had managed to carry them at all. There words books on botany, rare plants, medicinal plants and two creative writing structure guides. In addition, there were chocolate bars, cigarettes, packets of biscuits, and board games. There was so much stuff, it wouldn’t all fit on the table.
“Gracey, this is really kind of you, but why? I only asked for a couple of botany books. The rest of this, you didn’t have to do that!?”
Gracey shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve seen films about what goes on in here. I thought that it would be better for you to have cigarettes and food, you know to make sure you don’t get raped.”
Gracey whispered the word raped in as theatrical a way as she could manage. Isabella knew instantly that she was goading her.
“Fuck, Gracey!”
Isabella said, finding the real treasure amongst the gifts. It was a lelo lipstick vibrator that came with a quick charge USB socket and was fully waterproof. Isabella quickly covered it with her hand while Gracey smiled.
“That one isn’t for trade”, she said.
“How did you get this in here?”
“Where there is a will-” Gracey began to say. “Plus, that’s an essential item. Essential items aren’t prohibited, are they?”
“Thank you”, Isabella said. “For everything, Gracey. You have every right to hate me. This could easily have been the other way round and I would have been happy to let you rot here.”
“That’s the old Isabella”, Gracey said. “We’ve already said goodbye to her. Besides which, I feel like I’ve just got my sister back. Sure we can’t go to the movies together, but I feel closer to you now than I did before. Even when we were kids. How fucked up is that?!”
“Gracey!” Isabella remonstrated again.
“Sorry, sorry, it’s these hormones.”
“That kid of yours is going to be one foul mouthed baby if you carry on like that!”
Gracey rubbed her enormous bump. “I still can’t believe it, you know. Life is crazy sometimes. I still can’t believe he picked me.”
“Your billionaire.”
“My Tempest”, Gracey said. “I never thought he‘d be the kind of man to allow himself to be tamed. Not Leighton.”
“You’ve just got what he needs. You know billionaires can’t resist Logans, it’s a well known fact. I’m just waiting for mine to turn up.”
Gracey smiled. “Five minutes ladies and gentlemen”, one of the prison guards called. “We’ve got a full facility today. Lots of people visiting.”
“I’ve only just got here”, Gracey complained.
“Bring him next time you come”, Isabella said. “If he wants to, of course. I’d love to see you both together.”
“The next time I come”, Gracey reminded her, “you’ll be holding this instead of me.”
The visits never seemed to be long enough. There was always so much to talk about and so much to catch up on, with what seemed like never enough time to do it. Isabella officially had four hours allocation every month, which was a rough ball park figure, because neither the guards nor anyone else seemed to keep count. Gracey liked to visit once every two weeks or so. That seemed like a decent amount of time for a conversation that didn’t stop dead after fifteen minutes. It also gave Isabella time to use the things that she brought her. Sometimes, like that day, the guards limited visits to thirty minute blocks, and that all depended on how many people had booked in to come. Thirty minutes felt like a paltry amount, especially because the drive there was just as long, but Gracey had no idea how long she would be given until she arrived at the facility, so there was no way to gauge the risk. Thirty minutes was better than no minutes, however, and she didn’t want to ever let her sister down. It was enough sometimes to just see her.
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