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by KD Robichaux


  He keeps on like that, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I fit him, how wonderful I feel wrapped in his arms, and I melt beneath him until I feel every single one of my muscles relax, including the ones gripping around his thick cock. And he must feel it, because he pulls up enough to stare into my eyes… when he finally begins to move.

  It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m filled to the very brim, my pussy stretched to its absolute limit, but there’s no more pain. He’s a master with his movements, thrusting just deep enough for maximum pleasure, never once pounding into my cervix after he found it the first time. With each thrust, the top of his crown slides along the top wall of my core, catching on my G-spot every time.

  I let go of the back of his hair, wiggling beneath him until he understands I want to wrap my arms around his back, so he once again braces above me. When I’ve grown as accustomed to his size as I’ll ever be, I give in to my desire to meet his thrusts, digging my heels into the mattress to lift my hips as he plunges into me, and I hear him growl. When my lips part on a gasp as he hits a particularly delicious spot inside me, he captures them with his, kissing me with so much passion I feel it to the depths of my soul. I purr as his chest hair slides against my nipples once more, sending a shiver throughout my limbs, and once again, I know the exact moment he loses a grip on his control, like when he was eating me alive.

  “You’re fucking perfect,” he breathes, reaching up to trail the back of his knuckles along my jawline, and I shiver, my nipples puckering. I throw my head back and rotate my hips, feeling his cock oscillate against the walls of my pussy.

  “Fuck, I don’t think I can be gentle any longer, baby. You’re making my control snap,” he rumbles from deep within his chest, and I feel the vibration along my flesh.

  He begins pounding into me with rough but steady strokes, my face twisting in immeasurable ecstasy. My lips part as I pant with each of his thrusts, and I glance down, seeing where our bodies are connected. It’s obscene and hot, and I’ll forever use the image to pleasure myself in the future.

  My pussy grips him, my wetness soaking our connection, allowing his steel rod to slide easily with each thrust. I can see his cock shine with slickness with every outward stroke before disappearing into me once again.

  No one else will ever compare to Win.

  He’s it for me.

  This is the last cock I ever want for the rest of my days.

  And that’s the last thought I have before my mind is overtaken by my physical pleasure. My fingers dig into his back as he pounds into me. I’m so close. My breath hitches like it did right before I came from his mouth, the first orgasm I’ve ever had from oral, and it was completely mind-blowing. But I have a feeling this one that’s building now is going to be detrimental to my soul. He’s going to ruin me for any other man, even more so than he already has.

  He scoops his left arm under my hips, lifting me at the perfect angle for my pussy to accept every inch of him. His other hand wraps under my back, his forearm between my shoulder blades and his palm circles the nape of my neck. And in this position, we couldn’t be any closer, as his knees draw up, giving him even more leverage as he pounds into me, his grip around the back of my neck and around my hips keeping me perfectly steady to take all he has to give.

  And finally, the world stalls for a moment before I clamp my mouth down on his shoulder to keep from screaming as I explode, murmuring, “Oh, God! Yes. Yes, fuck!” And he keeps going, not letting up on his thundering pace and deep plunges inside my pulsing pussy.

  I grip him tight with my hands, holding onto him like my life depends on it, and my legs wrap around his back, which I use to lift myself into his thrusts. I want him to come. I need to make him feel as good as he did me, so I work my hips like never before. He growls into my breasts as his hold on me tightens, and finally he comes, spilling deep inside me.

  When we catch our breath several minutes later, he slides out of me and makes his way into the en suite bathroom. I hear him pulling out drawers and opening cabinets, but I can't even find the energy to care. Finally, he returns to the bed with a hot, wet washcloth, and he presses it gently between my legs. It’s then I realize we hadn’t used protection, too caught up in our passion and desperation to finally have each other.

  “Win, I—”

  He shushes me quietly. “It’s okay, naekkeo. I’m clean and haven’t been with anyone in years,” he whispers, and warmth fills my chest.

  I nod. “I’m clean too. But… I’m not on birth control. I… I haven’t had a reason since I separated….” I trail off, not wanting to bring up another man after what we just shared.

  The look he gives me, dark and hot as he bites his lower lip and glances at my belly then back up to my eyes, makes me shudder. “Whatever happens is meant to be, baby. You’re mine now. And while it wouldn’t be the absolute opportune time to put my baby in you, mark my words that I will make it happen in the near future, God willing.”

  I can’t hold in the gasp at the seriousness of his tone. It leaves no room for argument, and I find myself not wanting to anyway.

  Instead, all I reply with is a squeaked “Five kids.”

  He smirks. “It’s adorable you think I’d want to stop at only one more.” He finishes cleaning me up and then stands, his brows furrowing. “Plus, you have a history of twins.” And then he grins when my eyes widen.

  “Do not wish that evil on me again. Especially now that I’m ten years older than the last time I carried two babies at once. It was bad enough when I was a young, spry thing. I’ve heard pregnancy in your thirties is its own special form of torture,” I tell him, backing up to the headboard before sticking my legs under the covers and scooting down.

  “When you were a young, spry thing? I’m a decade older than you. What does that make me?” He lifts a brow.

  I bite my lip then give him what I hope is a sexy smile. “The hottest cradle robber I know.”

  He tosses the rag into the bathroom and climbs into bed under the covers with me, adjusting me how he wants until his front is molded to my back. “I’ll sneak out before your girls wake up, but nothing could make me leave you before dawn,” he says, and I relax in his arms, tension I didn’t realize I was holding in my muscles gone at his statement.

  I just nod, suddenly too exhausted to give him a verbal response, and for the first time in ages, I fall into a deep, dreamless, wonderful sleep.

  32

  Cece

  A few afternoons later, my doorbell rings, and my brows furrow. I’m not expecting anyone else. Mom and Chaz are here, and Mia is still at work. I stand up from where I’m sitting next to Ruby at the new kitchen table my parents got us this morning while I was at work. A surprise that made my heart squeeze, since it’s one step closer to some type of “normal,” not having to eat picnic style on the floor once again.

  I look through the peephole and see a man in a black polo shirt and wraparound sunglasses, and when he pulls them up on top of his head, I see it’s Officer Jameson. I open the door, greeting him with a weary smile. “Good evening, officer. Is everything all right?”

  “There’s a situation. I don’t want to alarm you, but may I come in to discuss it with you?” he asks, and I nod, stepping back to let him in. “Is there somewhere we can speak without the kids hearing? And your parents will need to hear this as well.”

  My heart starts to accelerate. What could possibly be going on? And then my stomach plummets. “Officer, is my sister okay? You’re scaring me,” I tell him, and his face looks regretful.

  “I’m sorry. Yes, your sister is fine. I’ll be heading to her next. But I really need to speak with you,” he says, and I nod, waving Mom and Chaz over from where they’re looking at me from the kitchen table.

  “Girls, just work on your homework for a little bit, okay?” I call.

  “’Kay,” they all murmur in unison, engrossed in their different subjects.

  The four of us step into what is now my craft ro
om, where I make all my wreaths; everything that used to be part of my formal dining room was removed, since it wasn’t salvageable. “I’m sorry there’s not any chairs to sit in. They were all demolished in the break-in,” I say.

  “Please, don’t apologize. What I’m about to tell you is highly confidential, and we are relying on your cooperation to stop some serious criminal activity,” he replies, and I nod, crossing my arms.

  Chaz wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “This has to do with the break-in, I assume,” he prompts quietly.

  Officer Jameson nods. “But much more.” He turns his eyes to me. “Do you know a Corina Schmidt?” he asks, and my hackles instantly rise at the same time my stomach plummets. Oh God.

  “I’ve never been formally introduced, but yes, I know who she is,” I admit, side-eyeing my mom, who I still haven’t told anything about Winston.

  “About an hour and a half ago, Corina Schmidt contacted one of our undercover agents, who she believes is a hitman,” he says as gently as the words allow, and my eyes narrow in confusion. “She hired him.”

  I shake my head. “I’m not sure I understand. Please, just rip the Band-Aid off. I’ve been through so much lately I can take just about anything.”

  He clears his throat. “She put out a hit for you and your family.”

  At that, my mom gasps loudly, her hand shooting up to cover her mouth, and Chaz shifts to wrap his other arm around her, tightening his grip on me as well.

  “What?” I start to get tunnel vision and try to blink away the spots that suddenly float before me. “Why?”

  “Not only on y’all, but on her husband Winston Schmidt as well,” he adds, and my soul feels like it leaves my body.

  “Oh, God. No. No, is he okay?” I whimper, and he nods.

  “Yes, Detective Mayson is at his restaurant now giving him the details I’m giving you now. There is a plan in place, and as long as everyone sticks to it, we will be able to gather the evidence to put Corina and her accomplice behind bars for a very long time,” Officer Jameson says, and I meet Chaz and Mom’s eyes. At their nods, I look at the man before us.

  “Yes, what do we need to do?”

  Two hours later, my girls, Mom, Chaz, and I are at the rental house my parents extended their stay in. I had offered for them to take Lola’s room, since Mia has been staying at Talon’s, but they felt like Lola should have her own space back for the time being, until we can find our new place.

  There’s a knock at the door, and all of us adults jump at the sound. The girls are in a fort on a pallet in the living room, already asleep after being stuffed full of pasta for dinner, thank goodness.

  I hurry to the door and peek out, seeing it’s my sister. “Oh, thank God,” I breathe as soon as I open the door and she rushes into my arms, knocking me back a couple of steps. I reach out and close and lock the door with her arms locked around my neck.

  “Oh my God, Cece. Are you all right? You sounded distraught on the phone. I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. Officer Jameson said we had to make it look as close to our normal routine as possible in case we’re being watched,” she rushes out, and I nod.

  “I’m okay. A little drunk, but I’m okay. Mom and Chaz broke out a bottle of vodka,” I tell her, and she pulls back to look at me.

  “Have you told them anything about Winston?” she whispers, and I shake my head.

  “I promised them I’d tell them everything as soon as you got here.” I needed my sister, feeling like I’d need the backup, someone in my corner when Mom goes off the deep end like I know she will when she learns the truth.

  Mia nods. “Talon is coming. Should I tell him to hold off, or do you mind spilling the beans in front of him?”

  I shrug. “I think it would look more suspicious if you didn’t see him tonight, so he should come. He probably deserves a full explanation for why Win showed up at his house in full-on meltdown mode.”

  Mia winces. “I’ve… sorta been filling him in on the Winston situation. Nothing too detailed, but enough that he knew you weren’t in any sort of danger from him.”

  I give her a weak smile. “I’m glad. Really. I have a feeling he’ll be family soon. He’s your person, Mia, and you’re supposed to talk to your person about everything. No reason to feel bad about downloading to him.” I hug her again.

  “So what have you decided about telling Mike about all this?” she asks quietly, and I nibble my lip.

  “I’m torn. On the one hand, we’ve been able to keep the girls completely clueless about what’s going on. They think we’re just having a fun sleepover with Grandma and Grandpa again. So if they don’t know, is there really a need to tell Mike? But on the other hand, if something like this happened while they were in his care and he didn’t tell me… hell hath no fury like this mama not being in the loop with all things having to deal with my babies.”

  “Well, either way, it’s not like there’s much he could do. Yes, he’ll learn that you were having a relationship with another man, but seeing as your marriage ended because he cheated….” She lifts her hands up as if to weigh the options. “Whatever you decide, you know I’ve got your back,” she finishes with a reassuring closed-lipped smile, and then we move past the sleeping kids to the kitchen.

  “All right, young lady. You better start talking,” Mom says, but her tone isn’t as stern as it would be if she wasn’t two cocktails deep.

  Mia and I take a seat at the small four-person dining table, the TV in the living room loud enough to block out our voices so we don’t wake the girls up.

  I open my mouth to speak, but Mia’s phone buzzes, and we all look at her.

  “Sorry,” she murmurs, looking at the screen. “Oh, it’s Talon. He’s pulling in now.” She goes back to the door to let him in, and a couple minutes later, Mia is sitting on his lap in the chair next to me, her two dogs Talon brought over snoring under the table at our feet.

  “So um… this is pretty awkward. But uh… I fell in love with my boss,” I say, staring at the middle of the glass table instead of into anyone’s eyes, my face hot. “And he fell in love with me. But the timing was very, very off.” I clear my throat and take a deep breath, looking toward the heavens to give me strength. “It turns out that he is technically still married even though he’s been separated for over three years. They haven’t lived in the same house and have had split custody of their son that whole time.”

  My lip wobbles, tears filling my eyes, and I force myself to look at my mom. “I’m sorry, Momma. I… I know how terrible you must think I am as a person, to turn into the ‘other woman’ after everything that happened with our father, after what happened with Mike.” I sniffle, and tears track down my cheeks. “But I love him. More than I’ve ever loved any man in this entire world. He truly cares about me, puts me first…. He treats me the way Chaz has always treated you. I…” A sob escapes, and I can’t read Mom’s expression. Chaz reaches over and takes her hand in his.

  “I may have been older when Chaz entered the picture, but I still got enough time to see how a man is supposed to treat the love of their life. I didn’t have that with Mike. Instead, he turned out to be just like the father I had before Chaz. But now… I’ve found a man who looks at me the way Chaz looks at you, Mom. Like you’re the center of his universe and he couldn’t breathe without you. That’s what I have with Win,” I tell her, and Mia reaches over and grips my shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze.

  Mom looks over at Chaz then meets my eyes once more. “Three years? Why hasn’t he asked for a divorce?”

  I explain in detail all about the prenup, and then I follow it up with the discovery of her affair after he hired a PI.

  “So his ex put out the hit on all of us after he confronted her about her affair,” Mom puts together aloud, and we all nod.

  I brace myself, waiting for mom to explode now that she has all the information to light her fuse.

  But shockingly, it never happens.

  Instead, she r
eaches across the table and takes my hand between both of hers.

  “Baby, I saw the way that man looked at you when he showed up at Talon’s that day. And you’re right. There’s no doubt he loves you… beyond sanity. He was distraught… because you had been put in danger. Someone having a fling or an affair wouldn’t have done that, especially in front of so many people. He basically proved right then and there he didn’t care if he lost everything because of the prenup; he cared more about you than anything else.”

  I stare at her wide-eyed, shocked she’s actually seeing it this way. My chin wobbles again, and I squeeze her hand tighter. “I thought… I thought for sure you would never forgive me for falling in love with a married man, for wanting him even though he was legally married. I was so scared you’d compare me to the women our father cheated with.”

  She scoffs. “Oh, baby girl. I know you’re nothing like those women. I know you’d never allow yourself to be like them. I saw with my own eyes how you fought your feelings for that man.” She gives me a reassuring smile. “And now you don’t have to.”

  I laugh through my tears, swiping them away from my cheeks as I stand and rush around the table, throwing myself into my momma’s arms.

  When the moment is over and I settle back in my chair, Talon speaks up. “I have a little information to give everyone from my cousin Cobi.”

  All our attention turns to him.

  “So everyone knows the plan, right? You’re all to stay here, locked up safe together. From what the undercover officer was able to get out of Corina while talking to her about the hit, she explained that her lover, Harry, was supposed to win Mia over and get information out of her about Winston and Cece. Which would’ve given her the opportunity to divorce him and get everything. When I came into the picture, their plan went to shit, and my relationship with Mia prevented Harry from getting close to her. And with Corina breathing down his neck, he took his anger out by first destroying Bax’s and my build and then Cece’s place.”

 

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