Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
This time being one of them.
Her body arched, and her nipple slipped wetly from my mouth as she came. Clamping down hard on my cock, as a gush of excitement made my dick slip inside of her all the easier.
It didn’t take long for me to follow her.
The wet sound of her pussy taking me, her tits bouncing, and the rough texture of her panties rubbing alongside my dick, had me exploding inside of her in no time. Shooting my come high inside of her heat.
The added wetness only intensified my orgasm, prolonging it as my synapses were bombarded with all the added stimulation.
“Fuck,” I said as I worked inside of her one final time.
She let go of her breasts, letting them slip from her grasp. The distended nipples were still wet from my mouth, and the sight made my cock jump inside of her, causing her to groan.
“I’m so late,” she moaned.
I helped her sit up and she waddled to the bathroom, more from the wetness between her legs rather than the baby filling her belly.
I grabbed her a new pair of panties, her discarded pants and shoes, and followed her into the bathroom to find her cleaning herself with a wet hand towel.
“Do you want me to do it?” I leered at her.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what got us into this mess. Your uncontrollable cock. It has super cock powers that has the ability to zap the common sense out of my brain.”
I laughed, then sobered quickly. “Why are you going into work? You remember we have the trial tomorrow, right?”
She gave me a ‘duh’ look. “Of course I remember. It’s at ten, correct?”
I nodded.
“Well then, I’ll have enough time to get two of my clients done tonight, and then I’ll be ready to go by ten!”
“You better be,” I declared solemnly.
***
Channing.
I resettled in my seat, pressing my back against the uncomfortable bench, trying in vain to find a more suitable position.
These stupid wooden benches weren’t made for sitting for long periods of time. Especially by a pregnant woman.
Loki lifted his arm, allowing me to press my back against his chest.
Thankfully, he’d removed the gun that he kept under his arm and placed it on the bench underneath his opposite leg.
Sighing in appreciation, I moved my legs until they were straightened out underneath Silas’ extended ones, earning me a look.
Hey, I could’ve placed my legs in his lap. It was the least he could do.
He was the one who made me come in the first place.
He’d said I needed closure, but to be honest, I didn’t need anything like that.
I’d wiped my brother, Varian, and Mick from my thoughts over a month ago.
It was Loki and the rest of The Dixie Divas...I mean Dixie Wardens, that kept bringing it back up. I’d be happy if they just never spoke of it again, yet they were adamant that I ‘talk through’ it and not let it ‘fester.’
“Mr. Strong, can you tell me how you managed to hook up with Mr. Hennessey?” The judge asked.
Varian’s hand worked at his shoulder where he’d been shot by Andrea over a month ago and shuttered. “Mick, I mean Mr. Hennessey, was the one to contact us. Previously, it’d just been Andrew and me. He worked as a manager at a tech company. We’d hooked up after I learned of his computer skills a few weeks after he’d moved into the neighborhood. Mick contacted Andrew while I was in jail. He was the one to orchestrate the escape.”
Varian’s trial had been last week. He’d confessed to nearly all of his crimes. Then he’d implicated my brother in about ten more. That had been the worst part. If I hadn’t allowed my brother to move in with me, then maybe this whole mess wouldn’t have happened.
Luckily, it was all nearly over. Varian was only serving as a witness against Mick before they shipped the man off to Huntsville.
Only The Dixie Wardens would be escorting the man there, just to make sure he got there safely and all that batshit. In all honesty, I was sure they were doing it for entirely different reasons, but it was honestly none of my business.
“He’s lying!” Mick bellowed.
I blew out a breath. This was seriously a waste of time.
“Mr. Hennessey, if you do not find your seat promptly, you will be held in contempt of court,” the judge’s old voice snarled.
Hennessey sat, and listened like a good little boy for the next few hours as witness after witness testified.
This would be the last day we were needed. Loki had taken the stand earlier, followed by my recounting directly after his.
I fell asleep like that, waking up nearly an hour later to find the man at the front of the jury reading off a slip of paper.
Loki nudged my arm again, pushing me up until I was sitting up more or less on my own.
I wiped the corner of my mouth with my hand as I listened to the Hispanic young man read his verdict. “We the jury found the defendant, Mick Hennessey, guilty of...”
He listed off a list of crimes, the worst one being the murder of my brother.
After the court adjourned, I walked hand in hand with Loki outside.
“That was quite a look Mick gave you as we were leaving,” I observed.
“Yeah, he’s pissed at me. I got everything he wanted. You. My stepfather. A family. My job. The respect of my club. He’s got nothing. And prison isn’t going to be very nice to him. Prisoners don’t have a lot of love for cops...ex-cops or not,” he said as he held my arm firmly, helping me descend the steps.
“Serves him right,” I said.
“Here, here,” Silas said from my opposite side.
“Karma’s a bitch,” Loki agreed.
Chapter 21
Keep calm and come sit on my dick.
-Loki to Channing
Channing
Two and a half months later
I walked with Brittany up the steps of the police station.
Hesitation nowhere in my steps.
I’d really come a long way in a year.
Just a short time ago, I’d have never been able to go near the steps. Now I was preparing to walk inside. I’d even made a batch of cookies for them.