by Dani Wyatt
“What about the pictures? How did you get the pictures inside Allister’s house?” Leah’s voice is hard. I’m happy to hear the power behind her words.
A moment of silence and I step forward to encourage him to speak, which he does.
“I followed Desiree. I knew she and Allister were friends. I was trying to prove they were more than friends. I saw her going in and out of his house with a key. At the club one night, I came in and made sure she waited on me. Then I saw her going out back to take a break so I followed her around the building. She was on her phone so I told her I couldn’t find mine and needed to call Victor or I would be in deep shit. Since she knew me and Victor, she let me use her phone. I managed to have time to get the pictures and forward them to myself. I wanted to look for text messages between Allister and her, but she got suspicious and came and stood right behind me. I made my pretend call to Victor and handed her the phone back.”
Wilson lets out a breath. I still want to hurt him for what I saw earlier in the back of that limo, but I’m not heartless. I feel he was misguided but in some way he was doing what he thought best to keep the girls safe.
When he continues, his face turns red and his words come in a strained breath. “And I still think they are after your money.”
“Man,” Decker chimes in. “You are going to have to get over that. It’s not our responsibility to prove anything to you. But if you would read the pre-nup I forced May to sign, you would understand just how much I do not want her money. How far I went to be sure that no matter what, I will never benefit from her financially. Allister will surely sign the same thing when he and Leah get married.”
My eyes are already on Leah when her head snaps up to look my way.
“That’s right, precious. I’m marrying you. And no, I didn’t ask. You’re mine, if you don’t feel it, just tell me I’m wrong.” I step forward, drop to my knees in front of her and manage to get her hands away from May, who’s lips are beginning to fight a smile.
“You’re bossy,” May chirps, giving Decker an impish grin. “Like someone else I know.”
Decker gets to his feet with a grunt. “So you didn’t have anything to do with the fires?”
Wilson shakes his head. “No. I don’t know anything about the fires except Victor set me up to look like it would be me.”
Decker and I look at each other. Victor may not have set them himself, but I’m sure as shit he had someone do it for him. One of his mindless minions.
“You can go.” I nod at Wilson. “We’ll let you know what’s next for you after I talk to the ladies. Your fate rests with their benevolent nature.”
Wilson takes the cue and beats a hasty retreat out the door.
With that, my head is back on my girl and getting a ring on her finger. It fits perfectly, of course, because I’m an obsessive bastard and I triple checked with the jeweler. When it’s snug in place, I reach up and cup her cheek. “You ready to be Mrs. Allister Marshall?”
“What if I say no?” Leah gives me a winning smile.
“Wouldn’t make a difference.” I look at May, then to Decker. “This Saturday work for you guys? You got the number for the Justice of the Peace you used?”
Decker breaks a half smile and I look at Leah, who is shaking her head.
“Do I get any say in this?”
“Sure, baby. You get to say ‘yes.’”
E P I L O G U E
ALLISTER
Eighteen months later
“It’s crooked.” Leah giggles as she steps round and runs her hands up my chest then back down, grabbing me and pressing her pregnant belly into my back. It’s nearly nine months, and I know it could happen any time now.
“It’s unique.” Reaching up to the top of the tree, I make one last attempt to straighten the wooden star. It’s homemade, carved by my own hands, and I still have the cut in my palm to prove it.
It holds steady for a moment, then shifts and falls the other way, but now that she’s pressing herself against me I honestly don’t give a shit about the damn star.
I thought she was sexy before, that I couldn’t keep my hands off of her, but with her belly full of me? Shit, I’m on her so many hours of the day it’s a miracle I haven’t impregnated her again by sheer force of will.
I lower my hands to cover hers where they are belted around my middle, then turn to face her, looping them around my back to keep us as one.
“It’s still crooked.” She pouts, but she knows it won’t do any good.
“I’m going to make you crooked in a second, little girl. Crook those legs over my shoulders and have me a pussy feast. I could live on you. You know that, don’t you?”
“Well, as much time as you spend down there you practically do live on me. When you tossed out all my panties after the wedding I was pretty sure then, but honest to God, Allister Marshall, you’ve gotten worse.”
I look down into those deep, chocolate brown eyes and I’m the one that melts. She’s got the drop on me and she knows it. Her cheeks are pinker these days. The more her belly grows, the more stunning she gets.
“No, baby. I’ve gotten better. How long does it take you to cum when I get my mouth on you? Hmm? Ten seconds maybe?”
She shakes her head and her hair shifts over her shoulders. “Eleven.” She narrows her eyes, trying to be snarky, but I can see the little flames flickering there.
“You want to set the timer?” I drop a hand from her neck, ease it slowly down her back, watching her shiver. Then I take her mouth in mine. “See if we can do the same with my fingers? Give me ten seconds?”
Three seconds later she’s moaning and my fingers are drenched in her sweet cunt. Her body is dripping already and my dick is high and tight. Three seconds. Maybe a new record.
I taste the little hint of mint chocolate I fed her earlier, setting off my taste buds. It’s Christmas Eve and in a couple hours May and Decker and little Emily will be here, along with my mom, Desiree, Henrietta, Mr. Fredby, and even Wilson.
Leah’s lips are full and sweet, dropping open as my tongue leaves the warmth of her mouth and traces along her jaw, her throat. All the while, my fingers are dancing in her folds. I slip my middle finger lower, watching her face just as she is watching mine, and hit the little spot on the front wall that drops her eyelids to half-mast.
“That’s the spot, baby?”
She nods, unable to speak.
“You want my mouth?” I lean down to whisper in her ear, feeling the way she’s starting to pulse her hips just slightly on my hand. I love that almost as much as I love watching her cum. I love how sexy she is when she wants me. She wants what’s hers and only I can give it to her.
She shakes her head. “No.” Her voice is far off already. “Fingers.”
I’m more than happy to oblige. Truth is, as much as I love fucking her—fast or slow, hard or soft—that’s not what drives me. My own pleasure is secondary. It’s her. It’s always been her.
The sounds she makes.
Knowing I’m making those noises come out of her.
The way her body drips and soaks me.
The thought that this beautiful creature is allowing me the honor of making her cum.
It’s like she’s inside my soul and I never want that feeling to end.
“God, baby, cum on my fingers. Show me who you are.”
I push up and in, the rough pad of my palm grinding into her clit as I drive into her G-spot.
My free arm clasps around her waist, holding her steady as her legs lose their strength. She’s walking on her own now, all the therapy did just what it should, but in times like this her knees still give out and I have to be here to catch her. And I always will.
A second later she’s taking the Lord’s name in vain right along with mine, and my hand is full of her slick release. But I push on, knowing there is more there and I need it.
“One more, baby. Don’t stop. Give me one more.” I grunt into her ear and tighten my grip on her pussy from inside and
out, milking another round of orgasm from her until I’m holding up her entire weight and she’s cursing and flowing like a river down to my wrist.
Her breaths come fast and hot as her fingernails dig into my back.
“That’s my girl. You’re my best girl, you know that, don’t you?” My teeth take a bite of her neck as the last of her climax shakes her and I finally hear the sighs that come after the ecstatic screams.
“That was more than eleven seconds.” She whispers into my chest. Damn minx. “You’ll have to do better than that next time.”
“Don’t challenge me. Remember what happened last time?”
Her soft giggle warms my heart. “Yes. I couldn’t walk for a day and ended up knocked up.”
“That’s right. Next time, you just remember that.”
After our small wedding, I set about the task of getting her pregnant, only it was taking longer than I’d hoped.
A few months went by and in jest, Leah challenged me. She’d known she was ovulating and said that she bet we were going to be one of those couples in five years trying to decide between a surrogate and adoption. She was getting sad about it and thinking it was all her fault.
She said if she didn’t get pregnant that night, we should go ahead and start figuring out how to have a child in our life some other way.
Well, apparently I took that challenge seriously. I filled her with so much cum for the next twenty-four hours, a week later that little dip stick had two lines.
Six weeks later, the first ultrasound showed not one, but two little hearts fluttering inside my girl’s womb.
How’s that for rising to the challenge.
“You are an overachiever, you big brute.” She looks up at me and I slip my fingers from her cunt, swiping them over my lips before kissing her to share the flavor.
We’ve settled into the mansion. It’s where Leah wanted to be and like I told her before, home for me is where she is. The four walls and a roof don’t matter. Decker and I have, for the most part, turned over daily operations of the Monarch clubs to Cindy, who’s been the general manager for years anyway.
We’re still involved, what with the expansion and new locations, but neither of us spend more than twenty or thirty hours on site every week. Leah and May have said they sometimes wish we would spend more time away—they are as thick and thieves, as always—and truth be told, Decker and I don’t stand a chance when those two get to conspiring on something.
We’ve done a lot of redecorating. Livened up the old place with some new artwork and furniture. It’s slowly but surely becoming ours, even though I will never accept a piece of what belongs to her, just like Decker with May.
I pay for everything we do here but the trust fund is still in Leah and May’s names. Decker and I both signed our pre-nups that will never allow us to have a penny of their inheritance.
“Your mom is bringing a couple of her friends. She called yesterday, I forgot to tell you.” Leah leans back and I finally break our hug. My cock is still hard but he will wait. She took good care of me a few hours ago with that magic mouth of hers and at midnight we’re going to be upstairs in the bathtub. After a bath it will be my monster’s chance for another deep dive into her tight pussy.
“That’s fine. She’s doing great at the sober living house. I’m fucking proud of her. Sixteen months clean.”
“I’m so proud of you for helping her, you know. For setting up the house and getting that whole operation going.” Leah smoothes her skirt down and licks her lips before walking over to the glimmering Christmas tree and fussing with some ornaments.
“She did the hard work. I just tried to set her up for success.”
While Mom was in rehab, Leah decided she wanted to excise some of her own demons. The driver of the car that hit her family had been through several treatment facilities only to fail after being released.
She wanted to set up some sober houses, and she took to it like a lioness on the hunt. I helped her set up a non-profit with a big chunk of her inheritance and we opened six sober living houses, each one specializing in different forms of addiction. Together we hired experts and staffed the places with the best people we could find.
Now Mom is helping manage the main house which services the treatment of opiate and prescription addiction. I’m proud as fuck of both the ladies in my life and they’ve become as close as any mother and daughter.
May and Decker are now working on baby number two. May got her panties in a twist when she found out that Leah and I would have two babies before her and Decker. Not at us, she was just happy as hell about that, but there was a little foot stomping and glaring at Decker.
She threw down the gauntlet with him, that’s for sure. Told him she wanted twins next time, or even better triplets. May’s due a few months after Leah, and she demanded that he get on board and get her knocked up again as soon as possible after that.
Decker just shook his head and then smacked May’s behind. She, of course, just took to wiggling it at him and about ten minutes later they disappeared upstairs somewhere for an hour or so. They keep a suite here at the mansion for weekends and holidays. But they call Decker’s place their home.
Victor took his plea deal and we never have seen or heard from him again. Word is he decided the Cayman Islands would be a great long term vacation destination, so he spends lot of time gone.
Wilson grew on me. Slowly, sure, but he’s not a bad person. Didn’t hurt his case when I found out a little about his past, that when he was eleven he was taken out of his own home due to abuse and neglect, separated from his two younger sisters. He never saw them again, and that kind of wound is bound to leave a scar.
We’ve had a few man to man conversations since that day he and Victor took the girls. He’s dating Desiree now and they look to be on the way down the aisle themselves very soon.
“Brutus.” That’s my nickname, but Leah only uses it when she really needs something or something is bothering her.
I’ve settled on the sofa to watch her playing with the Christmas tree.
“Baby? What?”
“I’m pretty sure I just had a contraction.” Her smile lights up the room and my heart.
“Are you sure?” I’m on my feet in two seconds.
“Yes. I thought maybe I had one earlier. But I just had another one.”
“What do we do? Go to the hospital?” My mind is spinning.
“No, silly. I’m sure I’ve got hours. I think we’re going to have a Christmas baby. It’s nine o’clock now. I’m pretty sure the best Christmas present ever is going to be here tomorrow.”
“Jesus. I’m so fucking happy. Are you sure we shouldn’t go now? I think we should go now.” I’m terrified something might go wrong.
“Calm down, I’m sure.”
“Okay, but let me give you one of your presents now, in case we’re busy tomorrow.”
I step past her, brushing a hand across her belly before kneeling down to fish out the one small box I hid under the tree. She’s a terrible sneak. She’s shaken every box and I even caught her trying to untape the wrapping paper on one to sneak a peek.
“Hey, I didn’t see that one.” She gives me a quizzical look.
“Yeah, I had to hide it under the pile of all the other ones so you couldn’t cheat.”
“Gimme!” She’s got grabby hands and I don’t fight it. I set the little square box in her open palms.
“Merry Christmas, my love.”
She’s tearing off the wrapping paper like a little kid. Only, this gift is not what she’s expecting. I’ve managed to find or commission every unicorn piece of jewelry I could think of. She has to swap them out to give each one its proper attention.
I’m as giddy as a kid as I watch her face. Her reaction is priceless.
“What, are you kidding me?” She bounces up and down on her tip toes, holding the splayed out cards in her hands.
“I told you I was going to tattoo your sweet ass.”
We’ve ha
d an ongoing battle about tattoos. She wants a unicorn tattoo, but she hates needles. I don’t care one way or the other, she’d be beautiful with ink or without.
“I had them each designed by a separate tattoo artist. Some of the best in the country.”
“Oh my God, you are the best gift giver ever!”
I reach down to cup her cheeks and plant a kiss on her smiling lips. “One condition.”
“What?” She’s already pulled away and plops down cross-legged on the floor to lay the fifty-two temporary unicorn tattoos out in front of her so she can see each one. “I was sure I was getting blueberry Poptarts again.”
“Santa may still come through on that but you need to be a very good girl.” I tease but she’s not listening.
Even sitting down like this, she barely struggles now. She’s worked her ass off in therapy and exercise to get her legs nearly back to one hundred percent functional. Girl’s a beast when she sets her mind to something.
“I get to decide where each one goes. Each one will last a week. So there are fifty two. I get to decide where and I get to put it on.”
She’s giddy, barely able to keep still as she picks each one up to admire the intricate artwork.
“I can live with that.” She holds a card to her heart and looks up at me. The twinkle in her eyes melts my heart. “I love you, Brutus. I love being your unicorn.”
“I love you too, precious.”
With that, we’re lining up the tattoos by week and picking out each beautiful spot on her body. By the time the first of our guests are scheduled to arrive, the first temporary tattoo is planted on her ripe, round belly.
“Merry Christmas.” I stand up, admiring what’s mine. After the tattoo application I had to have myself a sweet little cunt feast, of course.
