between my ass cheeks. He slid it downward, through the juices of my pussy, and then back between my cheeks. Was he going to…?
“No,” he said in answer to my silent question. “Not today. Not until we’re both ready.”
I looked over my shoulder. “Have you ever?”
“No. But I want to. With you.”
“I want to,” I said, only now knowing the truth of the words.
“We will. But right now, I need that hot little pussy of yours.” He thrust into me.
I was tight from my orgasms, and the burn of his cock tunneling into me was good. So good. I didn’t care about coming. All I wanted was to feel him inside me, taking me, marking me, making me his forever.
Chapter Forty-Three
Bryce
So complete. So perfectly complete. Every time I entered her felt better than the last. Every time her walls sank around my cock was a more perfect fit. Just when I thought it could never be any better…it was.
It so was.
I fucked her this time. I needed a hard, fast fuck after spanking her gorgeous ass. I loved this woman so much, and I adored making slow, sweet love to her.
But sometimes, I just wanted a fuck. A good, hard fuck. A meeting of cock and pussy and all the raw beauty of it.
So I fucked her. I fucked her hard and fast and with everything in me. And when my body became my cock and balls and released into her, I felt more than lust and love and wonder.
I felt peace.
The pure peace that can only come from the physical. Endorphins drifted around us, through us, almost visible to me as I emptied every last drop of myself into her.
I needed peace in my life. We both did.
I collapsed on top of her, holding my weight so as not to crush her. Then I rolled over and gathered her into my arms, kissing her moist forehead. “I hate to say this, but I have to get up.”
“Me too.” She lifted her head and kissed my lips. “I need to make breakfast for the boys and get them off to school.”
“I thought Jade was feeling better.”
“She is, but I like doing it. It’s nice to be needed.”
“Hey,” I teased. “I need you. I think I just proved that.”
She laughed. “I need you too, but we both have obligations.”
“True enough.” I sat up and stretched, the sun’s rays making me squint. “Another sunny day.”
“Good old Colorado.” She rose from the bed. “I’m going to take a quick shower. And don’t you dare come in and join me, or we’ll never get moving.”
My cock twitched as I thought of making love to her in the shower, but she was right. We both had stuff to do. I quickly texted Joe to see if he wanted to go back to the cabin or if he wanted me in the office this morning. Then I wrapped a robe around myself and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.
The manila folders we’d uncovered yesterday afternoon lay on the kitchen table. I hadn’t opened them yet. I let my fingers hover over one for a moment while the coffee brewed. Why was I so hesitant? The other files hadn’t yielded anything too scary. Farm equipment, yes, but so far we hadn’t found anything buried near the cabin. We’d hardly exhausted the area, though.
I peeled one edge of the folder back—
“Coffee. Excellent.” Marjorie walked into the kitchen wearing one of my shirts, her hair wet and her nipples protruding.
My cock responded, of course.
Though the pot was only half full, she poured herself a cup and sat next to me. “What are you looking at?”
“Some more files Joe and I found under the floorboards in the bedroom at the cabin.”
“Oh?”
I nodded. “I haven’t opened them yet.”
“Why not?”
“No reason.” I opened the first folder.
And my heart dropped into my stomach.
Three words stood out from the rest, as if they were pulsing in time with my heart.
Henry Thomas Simpson.
Henry Thomas Simpson.
Henry Thomas Simpson.
This document concerned my son.
Marjorie stroked my hand. “Bryce?”
I jolted back to reality. This was a contract. A fucking contract.
Tom Simpson had paid off Henry’s mother to relinquish her parental rights.
My fucked-up father had bought my son.
Chapter Forty-Four
Marjorie
Bryce went pale.
“What is it?”
He said nothing, just scanned the document, his eyes moving rapidly.
“Babe?”
“I can’t believe this,” he said.
“What?”
“My father. My fucking nutjob of a father.”
“What did he do now?”
He thrust the piece of paper at me. “See for yourself.”
I rapidly read the document. “Francine Stokes. Is