“You have fun with that.” The police were let into the room. “Will you show this lady off my land, Officer Donald? She’s not welcome here any longer.”
As she was forced out of the house, Wats turned to James. Telling him that he was sorry for what happened, the man hugged him. Telling him that he’d never been so proud of anyone in his life than him standing up to Becky.
“She’s always had it in her head that her way was the only way. That’s why she couldn’t find herself a man. Too bossy. But I love that you did this. Wats, I’m proud to call you my grandson-in-law. You did this old man some good today.” Wats said it had felt good to him as well. “Good.”
After another hug, James left him in the living room. He could hear his laughter as it rang out through the house. When he got to the kitchen, Wats right behind him, the man was still laughing and having a good time. For a man in his nineties, he sure could dance like he meant to.
Chapter 5
Dinner wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but Rayne was enjoying it all the same. Aunt Selma told her how she’d been wanting to leave her sister’s grips for some time. Aunt Becky had moved in with her when Uncle Markus had passed away.
“I don’t know what she was thinking when she did that. We’ve never gotten along well. And to be honest with you, I don’t even know why she thought moving in with me would help me get over Markus’s death. The poor old soul was so ill the last few months of his life that I think he wanted to die.” She smiled at her. “Now, you’ll have to tell me what I can do for you and that lovely man of yours.”
“Nothing that I’m aware of. Unless you’re going to be living here with Grandda and us. There is plenty of room.” Aunt Selma said it was an impressive home. “I’m only just now getting used to the size of it. I love this place, and Wats.”
“That is obvious on both your faces. My goodness, he certainly is in love with you.” Rayne felt her face heat up. “The two of you, are you going to get married?”
They’d been in the kitchen eating a snack. As she’d been invited to have dinner with them by Wats, Grandda had decided to go as well. Wats joined them in the kitchen and took several carrots off her plate, and dipped them into the humus that had been given to them too.
“I wanted to do this later, but I think now is the perfect time.” He got down on one knee and pulled out the very ornate box. “This was given to me to propose with by my Aunt Holly when she passed away. I didn’t have any history with it, and it took several days for me to go to Uncle Clayton to get it.”
“Can I see it?” He opened the box. “Oh, Wats, this is beautiful. But much too expensive for me to wear.”
“Hush up and let him tell you the history. And just so you know, you deserve whatever this man gives you.” She looked at Wats. “Go on, young man. Tell her the story about this ring. I’m betting it’s a humdinger.”
“It is. Very colorful, as a matter of fact. My Aunt Holly received a lot of jewelry when she was born. This was never a part of the estate, so she decided that all of us, including her son, needed something from her things for us to pass on to our own children.” He looked at the ring after taking it from the box. “It belonged to my too many greats to remember them all aunt. Her name was Hester Wilkerson. She never married, but according to what Uncle Clayton knew about her, there was always someone she had on the hook. Meaning, he told me, she’d had more lovers than a woman half her age. This ring was given to her by the man that was most persistent in declaring that he loved her. Which Hester did him as well. But several days before the wedding of the decade was to be performed, Alexander Rihanoff was murdered in his own bed by one of his servants. His father, Lord Rihanoff, didn’t want his son to marry an American.”
“Well, that’s a terrible story.” He laughed and told her there was more. “I hope it’s a bit cheerier than what you’ve said so far.”
“It is. After Markus was murdered, my aunt decided to hunt down the man who had taken her love from her. Not the servant, but the man who had ordered the death. She traveled all the way to Russia—very unheard of for a woman to travel with just a maid. By the time she was in the country, her maternal state was very obvious. Another unheard of thing was a child being born out of wedlock. I’m sure it happened, but not to someone as wealthy and well known as my aunt. Anyway, the lord of the large castle wouldn’t see her. But that didn’t stop her from getting not only into his castle but in his bed-chamber too. She was even back then someone that men were afraid of. She was outspoken and didn’t care what others thought of her, my uncle Clayton told me.” He smiled at her. “The lord woke up with a blade at his throat and his balls. It’s said that the man was quite taken with her mannerisms as well as her carrying a son, he hoped, of his son.”
“Oh, I like this aunt of yours, Wats.” Wats told Selma that he did as well. “Did she end up having the child there in Russia? Was the old bastard at least generous enough with her so that she could have fun?”
“He was indeed. He not only welcomed her and her child yet to be born into his home but also handed over the entire estate, which would have gone to his son after his marriage, to my aunt. The aunt was very pleased, but it didn’t negate the fact that she’d lost the only love she would ever have. When the child was born—a girl, not a boy, as he so hoped—my aunt decided she couldn’t bring a child home with her without causing trouble for the rest of her family. Leaving the little girl there was, according to the story, one of the hardest things she’d ever done. But it was meant to be because when the older Rihanoff passed away, he left her everything as his only living relative.” Rayne asked him what happened after that. “Well, the story goes that the child grew up to be a beautiful, headstrong woman. She doubled the estate and gave her husband six children—five boys, then a little girl was born last. Her husband was her exact opposite in all things except for his love for his pretty bride. When the time came for her sons to take over the lands and castle, she and her husband and her two youngest sons moved to America. The daughter wanted to stay in her home country because, like her mother, she was marrying for love, not for need of more lands.”
“She married a Wilkerson. This child of your aunt, she bore the first Wilkerson and brought them here to find their own loves.” Wats smiled as he nodded. “Oh, I love this story. I’m going to tell it to our children. It did have a nice happy ending, and I love you for telling it to me. Oh, Wats, I love you with all my heart.”
“And I love you.” He slipped the ring on her finger, then kissed her palm. “If you’d not mind, I’d like to arrange for us to be married as soon as possible. Then again, if you don’t mind, I’d like to start a family with you. Have lots of children that grow up to be just like their mother.”
“I don’t know about all that.” Aunt Selma laughed and stood up. Rayne asked her if she was leaving. “No. I need to get my things from the hotel. I’m ever so grateful that I had a separate room from Becky. She would have tossed them out if I hadn’t. Also, I have a few things I need to look into. Are you sure you don’t mind me staying here for a few days? Just to get myself a little home I can care for?”
“I’ll talk to Mars. He has a lot of condos and rentals. Perhaps he might have one open that you can take.” Rayne liked that idea. She’d be close, but not too close. Laughing, she hugged her aunt when she said she’d love to see her more often now that she was going to be close. “My dad and uncles live there, as well as Mars until his house is finished. He and Abby have had the entire place redone.”
“You’re very wealthy, aren’t you, young man?” Wats said he was comfortable. It was Mars that was very wealthy. “I like you, Wats. Very much. I don’t think if I had been looking the world over, I could have found a better person for Rayne than you. She’s a very lucky woman.”
“Thank you. It’s me that is lucky. To have found someone as wonderful and loving as Rayne makes me the luckiest person in the world.” After hugging them both, Aun
t Selma left them to go pick up her things. “Looks like we have the house to ourselves.”
Shaking her head, she told him about dinner plans that they were enjoying right now. “I thought—well, honestly, I love that idea. To have dinner with the two people in the world that seem to have nothing to gain or want from us. It’s refreshing.” She told him he was a sap. “You might not think so when I take you to see the mothers tomorrow. There are only three of them left, but they make you think there are three times that many.”
Getting home late, Rayne fell into bed and was asleep before she thought the light was off. It had been a stressful day, and tomorrow wasn’t going to be any better. She was glad that she’d spoken to Abby and Amy about the women. Rayne decided she’d not let them bully her around as she was told they’d do.
Waking up to a scream spilling from her mouth, she looked down at Wats as he grinned at her. His face was wet with her cream, his smile telling her that he wasn’t nearly done with her. She asked him what the hell he was doing.
“I must be doing something wrong if you need to ask me. I’ll just double up my efforts this time around.” She squeezed her legs together, and that had him laughing. “You’re sending mixed signals, love. Do you want me to keep drinking from you, or are you finished with me? I want you to be happy.”
“If I were any happier right now, they’d lock me up. What I meant to ask you was, is this going to be the norm? I mean, the way you wake me up? Because if it is, I’m afraid that I won’t survive my days.” He kissed her thigh as he watched her. “You look satisfied right now. You’re not, are you?”
Instead of answering her, he sat up between her legs. His cock was dark with blood, and dripping from the tip was the most delicious thing she’d ever seen. Reaching down after sitting up in the bed, she touched the tip and took his creaminess to her mouth. Her moan found her on her back and Wats kissing her.
He touched her everywhere while he worked her mouth over—her breasts, ear lobes, as well as her shoulders and ribs. Wats would touch her someplace, and she’d think that was the most erotic place on her body. Then he’d move, and she’d realize he’d found another place that she thought was too much for her.
Wats had his cock at her clit. Each time he moved, even if it was just to adjust himself to another position, she’d feel it touching off some part of her. Never would Rayne have thought a woman’s clit was connected to every nerve ending in her entire body.
“I want you to come for me. When you do, I’m going to take you.” She knew what he was telling her, and it made her tense up, knowing it was going to be painful. “If you tense up on me now, Rayne, we’re never going to leave this bedroom.”
“Why?” He told her. “Oh. Yes, I can see where people would notice that you’re hard as stone and your balls are blue. Why are they called that? Blue balls, I mean?”
She didn’t get an answer. Or perhaps she did, and she didn’t hear it over her own screaming release. She felt his cock enter her, stretching her open and filling her to her throat. There wasn’t much in the way of pain, but the pleasure of it was too much, and she simply checked out for a few seconds. When she woke, Wats was saying her name softly, but Rayne had an idea that he was starting to panic just a little.
“I love you.” He moved, his cock no longer painful being inside of her, but causing deep, whole body pleasure. Moving with him to his push, she pushed back. Rayne was feeling a climax coming up and over her that she knew was going to take her to a place yet undiscovered by anyone else. “Watson, I love you.”
It took her. For several seconds, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t hear. It was as if her entire system had shut down to get as much enjoyment out of their coming together as it could. When she took in a deep breath, with the second tidal wave of pleasure, stronger than the first, she felt her eyes flicker closed. If not for Wats, holding her to his body when he joined her in the third climax, she was sure she would have died right then and there with a big smile on her face and her body a puddle of relaxed muscle and skin.
Rayne woke up quickly. Sitting up in the bed, she looked around. Alone in the big bed, she cocked her head when she heard something. It was Wats. He was singing in the shower, some old tune her grandda sang when he thought no one was about in the house.
Getting up, she pulled on his shirt that had been dropped on the floor and went into the bathroom where he was. Just as he was stepping out of the stall, she handed him a warmed towel. Wats kissed her and asked her if she was going with him.
“I am. I feel like I can take on the world right now.” He told her to hurry, but not too much. They had about an hour. “I am a little sore, to be honest with you. But it’s a good kind of sore. Don’t you think?”
“I think you nearly killed me.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he held her. “I have never, not since I learned about sex, enjoyed something so profoundly as I did this morning. If we do that very often, I’m sure I’ll be an old, yet happy man in a comatose state.”
She was still laughing when she stepped into the shower stall and had hot water hit her body. Christ, she was sore everywhere. Smiling, she tenderly washed up, thinking he was right. If they had sex like this every day, she’d be dead as well.
~*~
Wats and Rayne rode up to the prison with his dad. Dad had mentioned that he wanted to take them out to dinner after this was finished, and it made more sense for them to ride together. It wasn’t going to be a good thing, what they were doing today, but it would be over. The aunts having been found guilty of murder, as well as a long list of other crimes, ones he never knew about. Wats wasn’t looking forward to seeing his mom, nor hearing her drivel about how she’d done nothing wrong and they should get her out. It wasn’t going to happen.
The prison was ready for them when they arrived. Abby had worn a blood-red dress, much like the one his mother had worn to Aunt Holly’s funeral. When he looked at the other two, he could see they’d taken their cues from Abby and wore similar dresses. He thought it was the funniest thing he could have seen. He loved the three of them to pieces for doing this.
Wats was sure that Mars didn’t want to be there. He had to know that they were going to take potshots at him about his being a bastard son. How he wasn’t worth the time of day, and how everything bad that had happened in their lives would be put squarely on his shoulders. However, looking at him right now, he thought Mars wasn’t going to take it any more than the others were. He wanted to see them all, Mars and his uncles, get the kind of freedom they deserved.
His mother was the first person in the room. Of course, nothing was to her liking, and she tried very hard to get someone to take the chains off her wrists and ankles. The guards didn’t even blink when she started jerking the chains from them and cursing. Wats couldn’t help it. He laughed.
“What the fuck do you think is so funny? Finding your mother chained up like a dog? Watson, get your ass over here and make them release me.” He asked her if she wanted to hug him. “If that will get your ass in gear, then sure, why the fuck not? I know you studied law. Make them let me go.”
“I’m a doctor, not an attorney. Even if I was one, I’d gladly pay them to keep you hogtied where you are.” She cursed at him again. “You don’t know shit about me, do you, Tina?”
“You’re to give me the respect that I deserve, or so help me, I’m going to teach you a few lessons when I get out of here. And I will, by God, even if your father needs to sell off everything we own for me to get out.” Dad laughed, and so did Rayne. “Laugh it up, bitch. I don’t know what part you’re playing in this little circus going on around here, but you’ll regret having any kind of relationship with my husband. Not that I want him, but if I can’t have him, no one can. Do you hear that, Wesley? I’m going to— What are you wearing? Are those blue jeans? Christ, I’m going to have to start from scratch with you, aren’t I? You don’t get too comfortable in those nasty
things, Wesley Wilkerson. As soon as I’m free, I’m going to—”
“Oh, will you shut the fuck up? Christ love a duck, you do go on, don’t you?” Mother looked at Rayne and told her to keep her slutty mouth shut. “My slutty mouth? Honey, no one has anything on your mouth. I heard that you’ve sucked off every male within a ten-mile radius of the little town we live in. And I’m not a slut, you fucking moron. I’m Wat’s wife. I’m so glad I never got to meet you before all this went down. Or maybe I would have just taken you out and been done with you.”
“You aren’t my son’s anything, you cunt. I’ll say when he can marry and to whom. And when he marries, it will be someone like me.” Rayne laughed, and he and his dad leaned back and let Rayne take over. “What the hell is so funny now?”
“You and the other women. Thinking that you’re going to get out. You’re not. Not unless it’s in a black body bag and you’re no longer breathing.” Mother said she lied. “No. Again, that would be you. Because of your stupidity in deciding that you all should have the same trial, did you know that you’ve been charged with the murder of Eita Wilkerson, as well as Holly Wilkerson? Yeah, when you lumped all the stupid people into one trial, you get them all. Here, let me read it to you.”
“I did nothing to murder our dear Eita. Sure, I had a hand in a couple of the things around town, but I had nothing to do with Eita being dead.” Rayne picked up the paperwork from the attorney’s office. “Give that to me. You have no rights to anything with my name on it. You probably can’t read anyway. I heard that your kind is as stupid as they come.”
“I can read this just fine.” The other two women came into the room then and were chained to their places too. But they were far apart, Wats noticed. He wondered if that was by plan or necessity. “Fourteen counts of murder in the first degree. Twelve counts of murder in the second degree. Intent to do harm to a federal officer. Murder of a federal sitting judge. You guys sure do like to kill off people, don’t you? Robbery. Manslaughter. Prostitution. Selling of a minor. Well, I’m sure you guys know the rest of this list. I mean, they did tell you this, like fifty times when you got here. By the way, do you have memory issues? That’s the only reason I can think of that you’d be thinking you’ve done nothing wrong. I mean, seriously, there isn’t any way you can think you’re getting out of here unless you have some sort of dementia or have had a stroke.” Rayne turned to him. “Did your mother dearest have a stroke, Wats?”
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