“And Abbie’s father,” Trunk continued.
“Do you remember the guy Violet married?” Cole turned to Trunk’s mother.
“Yes, he owned the car Jerry drove when he worked for the taxi company.” Trunk’s mother studied the picture more. “He had a house on the same road where Jerry’s family had a summer home.”
“In Calvert,” Abbie and Trunk said together.
“It’s how they most likely reconnected. Is it possible they convinced Jerome to help them?” Chris interjected.
Trunk needed to contact James with the information. There was a possibility Jerome was hiding at Jerry’s house. Trunk wasn’t a vengeful person, but he wanted to be there when James put handcuffs on Jerome. He also wanted to see the expression on Jerry’s face when he realized the lies he’d told all those years ago were exposed.
James was overjoyed with the new information. It took some convincing, but James allowed Trunk to be there when they knocked on Jerry’s door. Of course, Trunk had to promise to stay on the sidelines.
Abbie didn’t involve her parents because she wanted to wait until Jerome was in custody. James sent an officer to bring Gary in for more questioning. The police still had no proof any of the men were involved in the incidents, but Trunk didn’t doubt it for a minute.
The house was about a kilometer from Gary’s place, and the road was a mess. It was unpaved, and the gravel had sunk in some places, making driving over it like a roller coaster ride. When they pulled up to the property, Trunk exited the vehicle and made his way toward James.
“I’m going to knock on the door, and the rest of the officers are securing the perimeter of the house,” James told him.
Trunk nodded and stood next to the car as the police moved in closer to the building. The officers seemed to move as one person as they surrounded the tiny house. Some disappeared behind the back and it took all his willpower to keep from following them.
Five minutes after James knocked, the front door opened, and several of the officers entered the structure. Trunk waited anxiously for them to exit with Jerome or Jerry, and it didn’t take long before Jerry was escorted out of the house in handcuffs.
Trunk smirked as his stepfather rattled off a string of obscenities at the young officer. When Jerry eyed Trunk, the expression was almost comical. Before he was pushed into the back of the cruiser, he threatened Trunk.
“It’s time for you to pay now, old man,” Trunk yelled.
A few minutes later, another man was brought out, but it wasn’t Jerome. Gary looked enraged and continuously shouted at the young officer leading him to the police car. It was impressive how the officers didn’t seem to let the threats and insults faze them.
Trunk expected to see Jerome come out next, but James stepped outside and shook his head. Trunk cursed under his breath because if Jerome wasn’t there, then where the hell was he?
“We searched the whole house and there’s no sign he was ever there. I’ll ask Gary and Jerry if they know where he is, but I get the feeling neither of those old bastards are going to help,” James told Trunk.
“How long can you detain them before you have to release them or press charges?” Trunk asked.
“We can hold them for twenty-four hours. Then we have to lay a formal charge and be able to tell the judge why we’re arresting them. We found some rifles in there, and if they aren’t registered, we can slap that on Jerry because it’s his house,” James explained.
“Do you think one of the rifles was used to shoot at Cole?” Trunk was grasping at straws.
“I don’t know, Trunk. We found slugs in the building, but they were from a handgun. If we find one of those in here and it matches the slugs we have, then at least we have Jerry.” James sighed.
“Thanks, James.” Trunk turned to leave.
“Trunk, tell Abbie and Cole they still need to be cautious. We don’t have Jerome,” James said.
“I’ll make sure Cole knows, and I’ll take care of Abbie.” Trunk shook James' hand.
The entire drive home, he tried to think of a place where Jerome could be hiding. The ass was responsible for what happened to Abbie, and he had access to enough money to disappear. Maybe he already had and was on an island somewhere spending the money he’d stolen.
If he’d managed to leave, then the chances of finding him were slim. Once people got off the island of Newfoundland, they could go anywhere in the world.
By the time he arrived back at his house, Trunk was exhausted. He still hadn’t had time to wrap his head around the fact that Cole Donovan was his father. He was concerned about his mother and how the news of Jerry’s deception was affecting her.
When he walked into his house, he found Abbie at the kitchen table with his mother and Chris. He hadn’t noticed if Cole’s car was still outside, and he felt slightly disappointed that his father wasn’t there.
“Cole is in the living room talking to his daughter on the phone.” Abbie smiled at him.
It was amazing how she could practically read his mind. He wanted to wait for Cole before he explained what had happened in Calvert. He was too tired to repeat the story more than once, so when Cole returned to the kitchen, Trunk gave them all the details.
“Since there’s nothing else we can do tonight, I’m going to hit the hay.” Chris stood up and stretched.
“I should head home, as well. I’ve got to let the rest of the family know what’s going on. By the way, Paige is looking forward to meeting both of you.” Cole smiled.
“I’ve always wanted to be a big brother.” Chris chuckled.
“With two brothers who look like you two, I don’t think I have to worry about boyfriends hurting her,” Cole scoffed.
“Is she having issues with someone?” Trunk went into protection mode.
“Not that I’m aware of, but she can handle herself,” Cole said.
“Cole, you still need to be careful. Jerome is still out there.” Trunk told his father.
“I will.” Cole nodded.
“I’ll walk you out.” Trunk’s mother stood up and followed Cole.
“I’m off to bed. Goodnight.” Chris headed into the spare room.
“I think there may be some feelings still there,” Abbie whispered as she nodded her head toward the front door.
“If he treats Mom well than I’m okay with it. Maybe they’ll get the happily-ever-after they both deserve.” Trunk wrapped his arms around Abbie. “Let’s head to bed and forget everything for the night.”
“I like the way you think.” Abbie grinned.
When his mother was settled for the night, he and Abbie headed to his master bedroom. When he closed the door behind them, he turned to see Abbie dropping her jeans and unbuttoning her blouse. From the way her eyes burned into his, she wanted to do more than sleep.
“In a hurry to go to bed, Abs?” Trunk leaned against the door and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Uh-huh.” Abbie’s blouse slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor.
“Do you need your PJs?” Trunk smirked.
“The only thing I want touching my body, is you.” Abbie unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.
She stalked toward him, wearing a pair of white silk panties. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved, and he licked his lips in anticipation of wrapping his mouth around her dark nipples.
“Why are you still dressed?” Abbie purred.
“I was enjoying your strip tease.” Trunk slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently against his body.
“I’d enjoy seeing you with no clothes.” Abbie tugged on the bottom of his T-shirt.
As soon as his shirt hit the floor, Trunk lowered his lips to hers and plunged his tongue into her warm mouth. Abbie fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans and Trunk groaned when her hand slipped inside his underwear and wrapped around his throbbing dick.
Abbie devoured his mouth while she struggled to lower his jeans and boxers without releasing his cock. She stroked h
im gently, making his dick throb as he backed her toward the bed.
“You’re so hard,” Abbie moaned against his lips.
“You do that to me, baby,” Trunk murmured as he lowered her to the bed.
Trunk kicked off his jeans, underwear, and socks, but his eyes never left Abbie. She watched him as her hands ran up the sides of her body and cupped her breasts. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He grabbed the back of her legs and tugged her to the edge of the bed. Trunk lightly kissed from her knee, up her inner thigh, and to her sweet pussy. The scent of her arousal filled his senses and he nuzzled her through her panties for a moment. Then he moved to her other leg and repeated the intimate kisses from her knee up the inner thigh, back to the place he wanted to consume.
“Are you wet, baby?” Trunk murmured as he slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties.
“Why don’t you stick that tongue in there and tell me?” Abbie teased as she rolled her hard nipples between her fingers.
“Pinch those buds, Abs.” Trunk pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them over his head.
Abbie wasn’t bare, but she was groomed, and her dark curls shimmered with moisture from her opening. Trunk separated her folds with his fingers and slipped his tongue up and down her slit.
“Fucking delicious.” Trunk groaned as he lapped at her opening.
“Oh yes.” Abbie moaned.
She raised her hips off the bed and arched her back when he swirled his tongue inside her. Abbie squirmed as he continued to stimulate her swollen bundle of nerves, and her moans of pleasure made him painfully hard. The tip of his cock dripped with moisture, and he ached to slam inside her. He just wanted to make her explode on his tongue first.
“Ben… Fuck… don’t stop… yes… right there… oh yes,” Abbie cried out as she lifted her hips off the bed.
“That’s it, give me that juice, Abs.” Trunk growled and proceeded to flick his tongue rapidly inside her.
“Yes, baby. Fuck me with that tongue.” Abbie panted.
Trunk loved that she enjoyed dirty talk as much as he did. She suited him perfectly in all ways and kept him on his toes. She didn’t hesitate to tell him what was on her mind, whether he wanted to hear it or not. He loved her so much and being with her made him feel alive.
“Ben, yes…Fuck, yes.” Abbie’s hips thrust up, and her body quivered as he brought her to orgasm.
Trunk lapped every drop of her sweet juice as it dripped from her opening. She called out his name as his ministrations brought her over the edge a second time. Trunk lifted her legs onto his shoulders and gently bit each of her ankles as he reached for the condom he’d left on the nightstand.
The time it took to slip the condom over his swollen member was almost too long, but as soon as he was covered, he swiped the head of his dick between her folds, and her body shivered. Trunk slowly slipped his cock inside her, stopping just inside the opening.
“Do you want all of it, Abs?” Trunk growled.
“I want every inch of your cock. Slam it into me, Ben. Fuck me.” Abbie moaned.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Trunk said through gritted teeth.
“Fuck me, Ben. I need you to fuck me.” Abbie swirled her hips against him.
“Jesus.” Trunk held her ankles against his shoulders and pushed into her.
“God, that feels so damn good.” Abbie moaned.
“Fuck, yeah.” Trunk grunted as he slammed into her again and again.
Abbie slithered her hand down her body to the top of her pussy and swirled her fingers around her clitoris. The sight made him thrust into her harder and when he pushed her legs off his shoulders, she wrapped them around his hips.
Trunk cupped both her breasts and squeezed them gently as he pushed into her over and over. Abbie frantically rubbed her clitoris, and her pussy began to clench around his cock.
“Come for me, Abs. Squeeze my dick with your pussy.” Trunk grunted as he thrust into her.
Abbie called out his name, and her hips lifted off the bed a second after the words left his mouth. Her legs tightened around his waist as her body shuddered. Trunk felt her squeeze around his dick, and he pushed deep into her once more as he exploded.
His body convulsed in pleasure, and he tried to keep from gripping her breasts too hard. His cock jerked as he poured inside her. For the first time in his life, he wished there was no condom between them.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to one breast, then the other, then kissed his way up her chest until he found her lips. Trunk kissed her softly and tenderly, trying to pour all his love into the kiss.
“I love you, Abs.” Trunk held himself above her as he brushed his lips against her cheek.
“I love you too, Ben, so much.” Abbie cupped his face between her hands.
“I’m so sorry we wasted so much damn time apart. Maybe if I had told you everything back then, you’d be safe.” Trunk stared deep into her eyes.
“Nanny Betty says things happen for a reason. Maybe the reason all this happened is so you could meet your father, and your mom could find out he never abandoned her,” Abbie whispered.
“Nanny Betty’s words of wisdom, huh.” Trunk smiled.
“She’s a very smart woman.” Abbie grinned.
“So are you. Not to mention, beautiful, sexy, classy, bewitching, mesmerizing, sassy, stubborn, and did I mention sexy,” Trunk kissed her face with each word.
“You forgot loveable,” Abbie whispered.
Trunk flipped them over, so she was on top of him and bit his lip when he slipped from her body. He cupped her ass and held her body tightly against his.
“Definitely loveable.” Trunk chuckled.
“And the hottest sex you ever had.” Abbie wiggled her eyebrows up and down.
“Without a doubt,” Trunk agreed.
Abbie’s smile faded, and she ran her hand down the side of his face, dragging her fingers through his beard. When her eyes met his again, a tear slipped down her cheek.
“Hey, what’s with the tears?” Trunk used his finger to wipe it away.
“I love you so much, but I remember how much it hurt not being with you. I know I’d never survive if you left me again.” Abbie’s voice trembled, and his heart broke.
Trunk sat up with her on his lap. The condom lay damp against his leg, but he didn’t care because he had to make her understand she would never lose him again.
“Abs, I am never, ever, going to let you go. I love you more than I could ever tell you, and I need you more than I need to breathe. You’re my whole heart. Nothing or nobody is going to break us apart again. I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.” Trunk spoke softly and didn’t hold back any of the emotion in his voice.
“You better not.” She sniffed.
“Never. You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” Trunk rolled her over onto her back and captured her lips with his.
He would spend the rest of his life, showing her just how much he loved her and make up for all the time they were apart.
Chapter 28
Another week flew by, and Abbie began to think Jerome had gotten out of the province, possibly the country. Jerry and Gary were both released from custody because there was no proof they were involved in anything that happened to Abbie.
She was also back to work, much to Trunk’s dismay. He wanted to keep her home for another while, but she was going stir crazy, and it wasn’t doing her savings any good either.
Billie told her they barely made the bills that month and one of her large home sales fell through because the buyers backed out. That meant she lost out on a huge commission that could have kept them afloat for a while.
“I’m heading out to show that house on King’s Road. Did you want to go with me?” Tyler asked as he shoved a file into a briefcase.
“Actually, I’m waiting for a possible client to come in for a meeting, and Billie is on the way to an appraisal for the house in Quidi Vidi,” Abbie told him.
Abbie
checked the papers to confirm she had everything she needed. It was the first time in years that she’d been nervous when meeting a potential client. Maybe because she was scared that she’d forget something, or she wasn’t as ready to go back to work as she initially thought.
Another of the men who worked for NES sat in the reception area, out of sight of anyone. Not that he would scare any red-blooded woman away. Hunter ‘Crunch’ Crawford was sexy as hell, next to Trunk of course. He was tanned, tattooed and breath takingly handsome. Not to mention, he had a body that made most women and even some men drool.
As hot as Crunch was, he didn’t rev her motor when he walked into a room the way Trunk did. Still, it was nice to have something pretty to look at while she worked. Abbie waved at Tyler as he headed out of the office and then turned to Crunch.
“Hey, hot stuff. I’ll be in my office. A lady is coming here in about ten minutes. Would you mind showing her into my office when she comes?” Abbie asked.
“So, I’m your receptionist now.” Crunch snickered.
“Yes, and I want to see shorter skirts next time you come in,”
“Hey, that’s sexual harassment.” Crunch feigned shock.
“Honey, you have no idea what sexual harassment is. Ask Ben.” Abbie winked and walked into her office.
Abbie organized everything she would need for when Mrs. Woodman arrived and agreed to sell her two-million-dollar home through Abbie’s agency. At least the appraisal Mrs. Woodman had faxed that morning said it was the estimated value of the property.
Mrs. Woodman called Abbie directly three days earlier. Her husband had passed away and she was downsizing, which meant she needed to sell her home. According to the lady, she had no children, and the house was too big for a woman her age. She’d planned on buying a condominium once the house sold. Abbie had plenty of listings that would be suitable for an older person.
“Let’s hope she’s happy with me,” Abbie whispered to herself.
Her phone vibrated on her desk and she picked it up. Trunk sent a text to say he’d pick her up after she finished for the day. Crunch would be heading to Abbie’s house for the night in case someone tried to break in again. Of course, Trunk convinced her father the men were simply house-sitting and weren’t on the clock.
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