by C. M. Steele
“Um…”
“Is that Merrick?”
“Yes.”
“I knew it. That fucker didn’t learn the first time.”
“It’s okay. I told him that I’m not interested.”
“Yeah, I already informed his ass.” I look over her head to see the fucker staring over his sunglasses while pretending to talk to some dude. I don’t have time for this shit. I have enough problems on my hands, trying to keep Lena from leaving once she knows the truth.
“Let’s not worry about him. I’ve missed you all day.”
“Fine.” I glare at the stalker before leading her to my car. Once she’s safely buckled up, I walk around and get inside, giving Merrick a smile because she’s going with me.
As we get out on the road, I say, “I spoke with the detective on your case.”
“Oh wow, really?”
“I told you I would get involved. They wanted me to bring you in for some questions.”
“Why? I thought they had everything they needed. Did they find the guy?”
“I believe they did.”
“You get involved, and they find him. Does money talk?” she accuses.
“No, but I have to say if I’m right…You might hate me.”
“Why? I know you’re not him.”
“Of course not, but let’s just wait until we speak to the detective.”
“Okay.” We weren’t far from the station.
“So how was school?”
“Annoying.”
“Why?”
“Because someone made me obsessed with them and all my thoughts were on him.”
“Really? Well, the same here, love.” I pull into the lot and park. I can see her shaking, and I wonder if this is the last time I’m going to see her. Is she going to run from me?
***
“Oh my goodness.” She stares at the photo lineup and selects the bastard easily. “This is him. This is the man that shot me.” The detectives already knew that because once I gave them a name to the face, it was a formality. There was no mistaking it. The problem is…who was the driver? I don’t know what to think if it was my mother.
“We are contacting the Peoria County Sheriff’s office to set up the arrest. Mr. Williams, if you’d be so kind as to find out if they are staying at the same place. We don’t want to give your stepfather a chance to run.”
I want to jump over the table and choke his ass the second the gasp leaves her mouth. “This guy is your stepfather?” she asks, staring at me with pure dismay.
“Yes. I’m sorry. Will you be able to forgive me?”
“Why are you sorry? Because he’s married to your mother? The mother who you don’t even get along with? Shit, do you think that she…”
“We don’t know that,” Detective Morris interrupts her.
“Wait. You don’t want to leave me because of it?”
“It makes things uncomfortable when your family learns, but of course not. How were you to know?”
“I know. It’s just so damn awful. He nearly killed you. I love you, Lena.”
“I love you too, Everett. As shitty as this is, we’ll get past it.”
“Yes, we can.”
Epilogue
Everett
Three Months Later
The past few months were brutally hard to get through. My mother’s husband wasn’t the only one involved. When charged with attempted murder, Bob sang like a damn canary, taking my mother and my cousin Greg, who was fucking Briana, with him. When asked why he shot Lena, he said he was tweaking on the last of his meth a noise in the room spooked him and he freaked out. It’s fucking crazy, but it’s not uncommon. The detective informed us that users tend to have rage issues and tend to lose control of their actions. Even with the reason, it still doesn’t ease the blow to Lena.
My grandfather couldn’t believe his family could be that stupid. My Uncle Frank struggled with his love for his son, but he still stuck by us. Briana, on the other hand, hated Lena for Greg getting put away.
Lena stresses about the whole incident, but I don’t let her out of my sight most days. It’s messed up that I don’t trust my family when it comes to her safety. The rest of the family stayed on our side, but you only need one of them to put you on edge. It’s been a long road, and she hasn’t been herself since Bob snitched on them. She thinks I’m going to stop loving her, like that’s fucking humanly possible.
Lena and I married in a quiet ceremony at city hall with just a few of my family members present. She invited her parents, but they couldn’t make it. I even offered to send a jet to pick them up and bring them back, but they said, “Why waste all that fuel and time for a small twenty-minute service?”
Damn, Lena had no one that loved her like she should be loved—except me and the family we would make.
“Lena, where are you?” I call out, heading into our condo above my office.
“In the kitchen.” I breathe in the scent, and it seems my sweet woman has gotten over her battle with morning sickness. She’s been nauseated by all things tomatoes.
“What are you making?” I walk in and she’s at the counter, chopping some peppers for the sauce.
“Spaghetti. I had the strangest taste for it since I woke up this morning.” Her tiny waist has thickened only a tiny bit, but overall, she’s lost more weight from being sick.
“I’m so glad to hear that, my gorgeous wife,” I growl, sliding my hands around her middle with my cock digging into her ass. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you, too.”
“What are we going to do about that?”
“First I’m going to kiss you, and then I’m going to drop between your thighs and feast on my appetizer.” With my hand cupping her jaw, I turn her head and close my lips over hers, tasting the hint of mint. I drag my mouth away, sliding it over her pulse. “Would you like that, wife? Do you want me to eat your pussy right here until you come all over my face?”
“Oh, yes.” Her body shakes with lust building up inside her tiny frame. I slip my hands under her blouse, dragging her bra down and cupping her large, sensitive tits in my hands. I give them a loving squeeze before plucking her nipples. My hips roll and her ass pushes back as we both fan the flames.
“Fuck, you need it, don’t you? You need me between your legs, pleasing you.”
“Everett, make me come,” she cries out, sliding her own hand down over her thighs. I slap at her fingers gently.
“It’s my pussy. You know that. No touching. I promise to make you feel really good.” I reach around and turn off the stove, then return to my mission. She has on some cotton shorts that are about as long as some underwear. I grab the edges and tug them down. She lifts her legs one at a time to let the garment fall off completely. “Fuck,” I groan, sliding my hand over her ass, giving it a little love tap. Then I work my left hand around to her aching center. I love to see my wedding ring as I finger her core. Her pussy clenches as I rub my fingers over her soaking wet lips. “Such a bad girl. No panties.” I slap her slit, causing her to buck for me.
“Everett. I’m so close.”
“Calm down, baby. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ve got you.” I pump two fingers into her wetness while my palm rubs her mound. “Open your legs.”
She widens her stance as I drop to my knees, insert my fingers back into her sweet, sticky heat, and lick her from behind. Her juices coat my face, and I push my tongue in for more. I love eating her out because she falls apart so easily and tastes so good. Lena reaches around and cups my head, riding out her orgasm. Her walls flutter around my tongue and fingers, coming hard.
Standing up, I whip out my dick, which is so damn hard, toss her shirt up over her back, and then thrust into her. Her walls are still clenching around my cock. I empty into her heat within a few pumps.
“Now I’ve worked up an appetite,” I growl, pressing my forehead against her spine.
“Well, I need to get cleaned up, so you’re going to have to
wait, big boy.”
“I’ll join you.”
“Dinner is going to be really late again.”
“So worth it.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to our bedroom—dinner forgotten.
Everett
Four Years Later
“Trick or treat,” a crowd of little kids cheer as I open the door. We have an Iron Man, a mini Thor, and a pretty princess. “Wow, such wonderful costumes.”
“Daddy, Daddy,” my youngest shouts, tugging on my pant leg.
“Come on in. Who is this beautiful princess with you?”
“It’s Mommy, Daddy,” my oldest remarks like I’m completely absurd.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes. Yes, but I want to pass out candy now.”
“Sure, buddy, but first, you and your brother go into the kitchen for a late-afternoon snack.” They hold hands and run into the kitchen. “How about you? Do you want to pass out candy or lie down?”
“Movie time sounds like a good idea for me.”
“It’s already cued up, princess.”
I pull her down to sit on my lap. I love having her right by my side all of the time. There are days that I take off just to spend time with her. After the first one was born, she decided to be a stay-at-home mom, which I was completely happy about. If there's anything she wanted to be, I'd be right behind her, helping her out.
"The kids," she exclaims, trying to climb off my lap.
"And... they need to learn what love and happiness is,” I growl against her ear, sucking it between my teeth.
Lena shivers and her pussy clenches. I love the way I can turn her on just as much as she does it for me. "I don't think they need to know about sex, though.”
"I didn't say anything about sex. Damn, your mind is always in the gutter, Mrs. Williams." It’s always on my mind. I love Lena so intensely that I need to be in her every hour of the day. I’m not even sure how I manage to get any work done.
"I can't imagine how I got like that."
That snark gets her ass a little spank. "I'll take credit for that without a doubt."
The doorbell rings, interrupting our little moment. I lift her off my lap and stand. My dick stretches my pants, tenting them like crazy. "Um. I think you better get it."
"Yeah, I don't want anyone calling the cops, or these women thinking you're offering."
"What women?" She’s nuts if she thinks I give any woman my time who isn’t part of a real estate contract. Lena’s the only one for me and will always be.
"All of our neighbors." The nearest neighbors are about half a block away. It’s not like I even know who they are.
"I don't know them. Go get the door before the trick or treating kiddos cut out." She leaves, and I adjust myself.
As I head that way, my housekeeper comes out of the kitchen. "Everett, the boys are sitting at the table, splitting a grilled cheese sandwich. Are you or Lena hungry?"
"I'm not. Thanks for staying to help today."
"I love it. They are like my surrogate grandbabies."
"Well, you've been more like a mother to me than my own. Do you want to stay for the movie?"
She pats my shoulder. "Oh no. I'm going home to pass out my own candy. Have a good one.”
Two minutes later, Lena comes back in the room. “Did Mrs. Ingles leave?”
“Yes.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot she has a date,” Lena informs me.
“What?” That comes as a big shock. She’s been divorced for over a decade, and I don’t think she ever mentioned dating anyone.
“Yes, she told me he’s picking her up in a few hours after the trick or treating hours are over.”
I slide my arms around her waist and look down at my gorgeous wife. “Maybe someone else will be spellbound like we were.”
“That we are. And how long is this spell you put on me?”
I lean in and take her in a deep kiss, pulling back to look in her eyes. “It’s forever, baby.”
THE END
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