“You said you’d marry me.”
“I know.”
“No take backs,” he says chuckling.
“I don’t wanna take it back,” I say, clinging to him like my life depends on him. Maybe it does. I’ve read about love. I’ve read about what happens when you meet your soul mate, but I never thought it was really real.
But it is. Seven hours with this man and I am so irrevocably in love with him that nothing can change that. Nothing. I thought I was going to make some bad decisions tonight, but I was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
FOUR
EVERETT
She said she’d marry me. Best answer I’ve heard in a long time. Asking her to be my wife during sex probably wasn’t the best way, but I couldn’t help it. She’s ensnared me and nothing will ever change it. I know that now. I’m still inside of her. I should pull out, but I can’t bring myself to. A part of me wonders if this whole freaking night has been a dream, but I don’t think it is. I can feel her under me, her pussy still twitching on my dick. I walked by that gum every single for the six months I’ve been at this hospital. I don’t know what made stop in tonight, but I am so glad that I did. Luck was on my side.
“Everett?” she asks, sleepily.
“Yeah, baby.”
“Do you have to work today?”
“No. I work forty-eight hours on, then seventy-two off,” I reply.
“Three whole days?”
“Three whole days,” I repeat.
“What should we do?”
“For now, I say we sleep. We pulled quite the all-nighter.”
“What if I wasn’t ready to go to sleep,” she says, yawing.
“I’d say that wasn’t true.”
“But” she begins. Instead of finishing her sentence, she squeezes her pussy muscles. I almost blow my load. I have a feeling I will have endless supply of seed for a long time coming.
“Baby,” I groan.
“Fuck me again,” she pleads. I silence her with a kiss.
“First of all, River, I don’t fuck. I made love to you.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Fucking implies there’s no feelings. You fuck a prostitute.”
“You’ve fucked a lot of prostitutes?” she asks. I know she’s joking, but I don’t even like the thought that.
“Hell no. This is the only pussy I’ve ever been inside of. The only pussy I will ever be inside of. That’s why fucking doesn’t apply to us,” I tell her, meaning every single word of it.
“Fine,” she says. “Make love to me then.”
“Your wish is my command,” I groan, pulling out of slowly, only to slam back in harder than before. Over and over, I lay my claim on her, giving us what we both need. She takes what I give her. Eventually, I stop. I have to. I actually need to hydrate, thankfully she’s got some sports drink in her fridge. After she falls asleep, I’ll admit that I get up, grab another drink, and do some snooping around her place. With my work schedule, I have hard time falling asleep after the end of my shift. I know the crash is coming soon, but it’s not here yet.
I’m not proud of the snooping, but as soon as I open one cabinet and then the next, I chuckle, realizing that she’s clean on the outside and dirty on the inside. I like that. Scratch that, no. I love it. I’m picking up our discarded clothing when my phone rings from the pocket of my sweatpants. My brother, Cillian, is calling. It’s not as early at home, but he should be sleeping. He works for Sean and if he’s calling me something’s up.
“Brother?” I say instead of hello.
“Hello, brother.”
“What’s up?” I ask. Cillian isn’t one for small talk and neither am I.
“We’ve got a major problem. I am handling it, but you should know what’s going on.”
“Alright.”
“The men are talking about a mutiny.”
“What?”
“I don’t like the names they are calling Sean. Not a one of them is politically correct, but I don’t know what’s going to happen, especially since Sean goes MIA for two hours every day. No guards, nothing. We don’t where he goes or why. They think he’s talking to the Feds, but he would never do that. I’d say it’s a girl, but Sean is Sean. I don’t think he’d know what to do with a girl.”
“You make it sound like he’s a child rather than the murdering bastard that he is.”
“I know you are being deliberately obtuse. You know how he is.”
“I’m not, but you should give him the benefit of the doubt. He’s the boss. He knows what to do. He was trained for this. Hell, we all were, just in case. We have to let him lead, brother. We can help, but only if he asks for it.”
“He never will, you know that. That’s apart of it.”
“He’ll be fine, and he’d rather die than talk to the Feds.”