I have enjoyed being a part of each of these men’s lives, finding their peace. Along the way, they have also found love again. We are all complete. Even Trapper found peace with his past and a way to face his future. The man isn’t chasing death, but now taking his every breath with reason and happiness.
“Michele and Rowdy are trying to have another baby. It will be fun to be the cool aunt all over again. After what happened to Raleigh, knowing the bad in the world, I don’t know about kids.” There, I said the words.
I wait for him to snore or breathe deeply so I know he’s still asleep.
His eyes pop open and study me. “Em.” His voice is soft and eases all the tension inside me. “My life is complete with you. I don’t need another thing as long as I have you.”
I stroke his cheek in the darkness. We are on my full-sized bed, the one Dover refuses to get rid of. He likes having me close.
“You wanna have a dog, we get a dog. You want a baby, well, baby, I’ll plant my seed so deeply you’ll get it. You want it to be me and you, then baby, we ride this life, you and me. You want to live in a fuckin’ aquarium together, so fuckin’ be it. But I like to kiss those sweet lips, so oxygen is a problem. Just think that shit through.”
I bust out laughing. “I love my fish, Dover, but I love you and your kisses much more.”
He shoots his hand out, grasping the back of my neck and pulling me to him. Our lips collide. My eyes close. I see stars.
At the first swipe of his tongue against mine, I let out a moan of pleasure as my mouth sparks with desire, craving nothing more than getting lost in this moment. The feelings, the sensations, and the acceptance he has for me all consume me. I get lost in him.
Every time is like the first time with him all over again. I can feel the heat of the flames. Only, where I once feared getting burned, I know I’m safe with Dover. Like two magnets, I can’t pull away. I don’t want to.
He rubs my neck tenderly with his thumbs. I feel his body—every ridge, every muscle—as I move my hands to his chest. The feel of his tongue is so pliable against mine versus the rock-hard man gripping me. I crave more and can’t get close enough.
In a flash, I am consumed with our love. Needing both air and Dover, I bite his bottom lip as I inhale through my nose.
The noise he makes is deep; the vibration running from his mouth into my own, spurring me on further.
Tracing my hands down his bare chest and abs, I feel his muscles tick under me. I then trail my fingertips down to tease the V-cut muscles of his hips and legs, torturing his cock as it stands up, pitching a tent in the coverings over us.
The feel of his abdomen is soft in contrast to the skin of his arms and hands. It’s smooth, unmarred.
I trace the puckered scar of his bullet wound, remembering the life Dover has led. The man is contained fury, always walking the line of danger.
He twists my head to the side, his tongue greedily seeking every millimeter of my mouth. The more he kisses me, the more build up I feel, needing my hands all over him. This need only grows as he roams to the swells of my naked breasts. Most nights, we sleep naked. If we go to bed with clothes, they usually end up in a pile on the floor soon after we rest beside each other.
Not thinking, simply feeling, I pull away to breathe. My pants are quick, my lungs craving air as my body craves the man beside me.
Dover smiles at me, his white teeth standing out against his swollen red lips. Though I can only imagine how puffy my own are, I don’t care about anything except having his lips on mine once again.
Climbing on him, I straddle his body before shamelessly grinding against him. Just as I set a rhythm and get him lined up to slide over his cock, he pulls back.
“Always us, Em.” There is love in his tone. This man cherishes me and the life we have together.
Opening my eyes to meet his, I see they have gone from a light blue, purple iris to a deep sea blue dancing with emotion. Love. Adoration. Appreciation.
I lift my hips and take him inside me, inch by inch, with our eyes locked. He doesn’t move. He lets me set a slow, torturous pace.
I lean in to his neck and bite softly under his jaw. “Always mine, Dover.”
Without a care about how wanton I am, I ride him hard. My inner muscles tighten and release, working me up more.
Every time we make love is better than the last. I could have a lifetime with him, with this, and it wouldn’t be enough.
It doesn’t take long before Dover has enough of the pace I am keeping.
He grabs my hips, his fingertips biting into my skin, and lifts me before slamming me back down on him over and over rapidly.
I sit straight up and toss my head back in ecstasy as my orgasm rushes through me. He grunts before finding his own release and filling me with his warm seed. Without pulling out, he then rolls us over so he’s on top, pressing his lips to mine.
When he lifts his head from mine, he’s smiling at me. “Fuckin’ love this bed, Em. Every short-ass inch of it fits us perfectly.”
“Love you, Dover.”
“Always mine. Always my love, Em.”
This is us until the end of time.
Chapter Twenty-Two
X and Hadley
~Hadley~
O ur story is not a fairy tale. Our story is our own. Like the beautiful colors of Mardi Gras from our home, we found justice, faith, and power.
“We don’t have to be here,” Owen tells me as we stand on the corner of Canal Street in downtown New Orleans. The city that is life.
Every corner, everywhere you turn, there is activity all hours of the day and night. Music sounds, street performers vie for every passersby’s attention and money, the shops are all lit up and full of color and spice. Everything in this city is meant to draw you in. The experience is like no other place in the world.
The underground, the darkness, the spirits that lie within are all an evil that’s beyond imagination. An evil I lived, I survived, and thanks to Owen, I came out of on the other side.
“No place else. I want to do this, Owen,” I tell him with a seductive smile.
He smirks. “Fuckin’ makin’ me hard, Hadley. You wanna get out of the bed and be able to walk, can’t keep givin’ me those eyes, baby.”
Turning to face him rather than be beside him, I cup his chin in both my hands. “Always believe in love,” I whisper the words his mother used to tell him.
The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished is everlasting. As each and every block falls, there is a change in the course and the impact. Luckily for Owen and me, when they all fell, the impact left us with lasting love rather than hatred.
For that, I will—no, we will—always believe in love.
That’s what his mom always told him. She died before she could see the man he is today. The man he is for me. The man who, even when he was still a boy, protected me as we survived on the streets of this very town.
“It began here, in this city, and we begin here again. Tonight, Owen Gallow, we’re getting married.” I slide the paper from my pocket. Deacon helped me get the marriage license and everything.
“Hadley.” His voice is strained. “I left here, never intending to return. This place burned us, baby.”
“Yeah, but you’re stronger than a fuckin’ city, Owen. We’re stronger than our pasts, so we win tonight when we put our love out there and make shit legal.”
He reaches out and pulls me to him, crashing his lips to mine and sealing us together.
“Gonna bring me to my fuckin’ knees, Hadley Combs.”
“Shhh,” I whisper. “Get me to the chapel, Owen, because tonight, when you fuck me, I’ll be Hadley Gallow. Hadley Combs is no more.”
He squeezes my ass. “No, I’m not fuckin’ Hadley Gallow. I’m gonna give you my name, give you my cock, but baby, I give it with all my love.”
Tears build in my eyes, knowing he means every word.
“Always believe in love,” I tell him one more time so
he feels it as deeply as I do.
“Fuckin’ always believe in us.”
Yes, life kicked us when we were down, but Owen got me through my darkest days knowing what we shared. I will always believe in us and our love.
Today, I vow to always believe in him as my partner, my lover, and my best friend.
The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished holds us back no more. The future is bright and ours for the taking.
Together.
Always believe in love.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Judge and Tamalyn
~Tamalyn~
“A man with a tool belt is sexy.”
Bladen looks over his shoulder at me. “Tamalyn, the less you distract me, the more work gets done.”
“Flippin’ houses is sexy, Bladen. I’m just keepin’ it real.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not one of those brothers from that show you watch.”
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. “You’re so much more than those two could ever be. Sexy, strong, loyal, compassionate, and mine.”
“Tamalyn.” He turns around to face me. “Always yours.”
He watches me carefully. It’s evident he is at some sort of war with himself. I get it. I’m at war with myself, too. We need to work, but he’s so damn sexy in his jeans, T-shirt, and tool belt.
We live in Tennessee, down the road from Tempest and Deacon. Since Tempest has Haven’s Harbor under control, Bladen and I decided to go into business flipping houses. After buying the house Deacon used as a safehouse for Arika and remodeling it, we learned we were pretty good at getting the work done ourselves.
Well, except when I can’t control my hormones and we need a sex break.
“Thinkin’ we should break in this house, baby.” I roll up on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He laughs behind into our kiss before pulling away. “We’re gonna get behind schedule,” he mutters as I feel him growing hard between our bodies.
“Once upon a time, you told me that you didn’t want to live with regrets. Seize the day, Bladen.”
He kisses me. Passion ignites.
Breathing in, I take his bottom lip between my own lips and suck. He moves his hands up my sides as he kisses me again.
Pulling away, I watch as his eyes dance with lust and unconditional love. Cupping his face in both hands, I kiss him again, deciding to hold nothing back. He has given me a confidence I never had before.
Our tongues tangle as I run my hands up into his hair. He backs us to the wall before sliding down until he’s sitting on the floor with me straddling him, settling his hands over the curves of my ass. I could kiss him for a lifetime and still feel like it’s not enough.
He brings his hand up under my top, running along my spine. When he reaches my sides, he runs his thumbs under the curves of my plump breasts. I pause momentarily at the contact.
“Bladen,” I moan, loving every touch and treasuring them all.
Leaning away, I catch my breath as I remove my T-shirt, exposing my lace front clasp bra to him. With Bladen’s large hands, he easily covers my breasts, causing me to shudder at the contact. I kiss him again as he squeezes my breasts, working me over as he teases my erect nipples with his thumbs, causing me to moan as my panties dampen with desire. I need this. I need him.
Rocking my hips against his erection, I seek friction. He feels so good, so large, so all- consuming.
As his jean-clad erection hits my sweet spot, I continue to rock my hips while crashing my lips to his, no longer caring to be gentle. Moving down, I then kiss his neck, nipping at his earlobe.
He roams over my exposed skin, snaking his hand down to my shorts. When he cups my ass again, I grind harder into him, wanting more as lust takes over. He kneads my ass as I continue to dry hump him, unable to stop myself for reaching for it, needing it. Then, when he brushes along my pussy, I moan.
“Always so good to me, Bladen,” I whisper, reaching between us and undoing his pants. Reaching in, I stroke his cock, feeling it pulse in my hand. “I want this inside me. Be one with me.”
Bladen crashes his lips onto mine, sending shivers throughout my body as he stops my words.
I keep stroking, feeling how thick and long he is. I will never get enough of feeling him, touching him, knowing him.
He kisses me harder before pulling me harshly off him, making me yelp. There is a carnal hunger in his eyes that has my clit throbbing in need.
He yanks my shorts and panties down my legs before standing and taking off his clothes while I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor
Not liking the space between us, I reach out and grip his cock again. His pre-come moistens the head, and I use it to lubricate my hand as I continue to slowly stroke him, imagining how good he will feel inside me.
As he reaches my exposed pussy, he teases my trimmed, narrow line of pubic hair, causing me to buck, wanting more contact from him. He cups my pussy with the palm of his hand and uses his fingers to tease circles on the muscles on the sides of my juncture, causing my wetness to trickle out.
I can take no more of his teasing as I rock into his hand, whimpering in need as I continue to slowly stroke him.
He pulls out of my grip and breaks our kiss. Then he drags his nose along my jaw as he breathes on my neck, making me tremble. My body is on fire for this man, all my senses working in overdrive.
He slips his fingers between my pussy lips, rubbing circles over my clit, as I cry out for more. He then licks my erect nipple and blows on it, sending more sensations through me. Then, with one finger, he slowly and delicately slides into me.
“Stop teasing me,” I whimper as my body soaks up all his attention.
“Love teasing you, love you coming apart just for me, so I’m gonna keep teasing,” he says as he circles his finger inside me.
“And I’ll take it and love it.” I rock on his finger, taking what I need.
I run my hands through his hair before bringing his head back down to my breast. Taking my cue, he takes my nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around before he sucks. Then he begins to slide his finger out of me.
I clench down with my inner muscles, silently begging him not to stop. He slides back in then out, coating my pussy in my own liquid as he continues to slowly tease me while trailing kisses down my abdomen then kisses his way down my legs.
Making his way back up, he kisses the inside of my thighs before his mouth descends upon my pussy lips. He licks as he inserts two fingers, stretching me, prepping me, and sending me over the edge as my body ignites under his mouth and touch.
He continues to lick and suck while he moves his hands, now massaging my ass while I ride the few aftershocks of my orgasm.
“I want you,” I pant out.
He lifts his head, kissing his way back up to my neck before stopping to look at me.
“Baby …” His breathing is labored, matching my own.
Reaching between us, I rub his cock along my pussy, moaning at the contact. After I slide his dick in me, I sit up to allow my body to adjust to his size. Then I grind.
His eyes are locked in a stare with my own as I ride him. He rocks up to meet me, and we both pick up our pace as our need for each other becomes too much to deny.
Unable to focus on him, I thrash wildly as my orgasm builds. “Bladen!” I cry out as my inner walls clamp down around him and my climax overtakes me. I am still going through the aftershocks as he continues to pump into me, holding me steady while he finds his own release, hot liquid filling me.
Bladen Jacob Jones fills me, even still. Every fucked-up thing in my life, his life, it’s all worth it for what I feel right this second. I would do it all again if I could have this in the end.
Dropping my head to his neck, I lie there with him still inside me as we both try to steady our breathing.
“Worth it,” I whisper. “Worth it all.”
“And more. Even if we never finish this house because we take a fuck
break for lunch.”
I playfully smack his chest. “Whatever it takes, I give you my all.”
He kisses the top of my head.
“And, just sayin’, flippin’ houses is sexy. Can’t help it if my man is sexier than a Hollywood actor, I got it good in life and I’m gonna hold on tightly for every ride.”
“Gonna earn yourself a round two if you keep remindin’ me how far we’ve come.”
“Bring it on, bad boy,” I tease.
And bring it on he does.
This is us. Tangled, twisted, and together forever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rowdy and Michele
~Rowdy~
T his woman.
Michele.
She is everything.
She opens our bedroom door, wearing a thin-strapped tank top and short-ass cotton shorts. Her dark hair is down and wild. Her eyes are big in exhaustion and wanting at the same time.
Before I let her speak, I jump up, rushing to the door where she stands. Reaching out, I grip her hips, pull her to me and press my mouth to hers. With my tongue, I invade.
This is war.
A war of need.
A war of bodies.
I kiss her loudly, and she gives in as if it’s a dream. She paws at my chest. It’s nothing sexy, sultry, or seductive. No, I’m the predator and she is my prey. She makes me hungry for another taste of her.
I attack her lips again in an onslaught that is sure to leave them plump and tingling.
I want this woman. My wife.
I need this woman. My life.
Her love, her heart, our connection—I crave it all.
With her bottom lip stuck between my teeth, I nibble. “Fuckin’ mine, Michele,” I moan against her lips as she shamelessly tries to grab at me and find friction. “Goin’ in there and checkin’ on our baby. Coming back in here to me. So tired, and yet, I see that desire, baby. Damn, you get me hard.”
Yanking the thin straps of her top, I snap them. Then I yank the shirt down, exposing her ample tits to me. Skin to skin, I feel her pebbled nipples press against me. I want more. As she moans, I need more.
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