But that’s not right at all. Because it’s actually the opposite. Laney Evercore has me wrapped around her little finger, and in that moment, I drowned. I became a lost man, uncaring to anything and everything but this woman. Because Laney belongs to me … and shit, but I belong to her as well.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Laney
Six months later …
I stared at the calendar in disbelief. I couldn’t believe that today was my six-month anniversary. It felt like it was just yesterday when Mason carried me into that dingy little cabin and ravished my bottom, popping my anal cherry.
I shivered just at the memory, down there tingling deliciously.
Because growing up, I’d heard horror stories about anal sex, but in all honesty, I kind of liked it. Hell, who was I kidding? As long as it was Mason’s cock that plunged into my tight little hole, then I loved it. So much. In fact, I’ve become his anal slut since then, even preferring it to pussy sex. I don’t know, but there’s just something about riding your husband, his thick meaty cock deep in your ass as you bounce up and down.
Call me a slut, but I’m his slut.
Mr. Evercore’s plaything.
His lover, wife, and confidante all rolled up into one.
I sighed.
But Mason was still in prison.
This appeal has been a constant, tiring, messy battle. The courts were fighting us on every little thing, dragging out the process as much as possible. They were toying with us, trying to make an example out of Mason.
Well, screw that. We’ll figure it out. You can’t beat down an alpha male like my husband. You’ll never win.
In the meantime, I went to the prison every single week.
And I always came back hot and satisfied. No matter how many times we coupled, somehow it managed to get better each and every time. Him everywhere. All over me. Growling and roaring, pumping me full in all of my holes.
Oh god, it was good. My insides always dripped afterwards, so sore and achy, sperm trailing from my sweetest spots.
And needless to say, all work on the prison newspaper stopped. Sure, I went into the program wanting to help people, but now, all I wanted to do was spend time with my husband. Was that so strange?
Sure, my co-workers gave me lip, but I didn’t care.
“You did what?” screeched Priscilla, her lips pursed into a tight line. “What the hell?”
“I did,” was my soft murmur, head nodding. “Mason and I are married now.”
“But why?” asked Jane, shaking her head with wonder. “And when?”
My shrug was nonchalant.
“We were supposed to be working on the San Nemo Times, and I guess we fell in love,” was my natural reply. “Love can find you anywhere.”
But it was my male coworkers who were the worst.
“You’ll regret it,” sneered Matthew, lip curved into a condescending smile. “The guy’s a fucking felon. What were you thinking?”
Immediately, my mouth filled with saliva, pulse pounding.
“Please don’t talk about my husband that way,” was my terse reply. “I don’t appreciate it.”
That sneer became a leer, his eyes gleaming and malicious.
“Please Laney. It’s the truth. Mason Evercore is a felon, it’s not top secret.”
And with that, Matthew was gone, sauntering off to harass someone else. After that, he didn’t talk to me anymore, and it was for the better. Haters are never welcome, and I had more important things to think of.
Because as I stirred my coffee, my eyes fell to the packet of birth control pills on the kitchen counter. I was supposed to take them each morning, but the pack was still full, each bubble with a pink pill within.
Slowly, my fingers reached out for the silver foil, intending on popping one out.
But I couldn’t.
Something about it felt wrong. My body’s worked fine for twenty-five years, and I didn’t want to subject it to unnecessary chemicals.
Because if we were really worried about pregnancy, Mason could requested some condoms from the prison dispensary. But he never did. He argued that fucking me bareback felt so much better, raw and true. And all that mattered to me was feeling his thick, veiny cock pounding me at a breakneck pace.
Plus, I loved it when his cum just flew straight from his dick and into my cunt, pumping me full. The feeling of his hot, sticky jism coating every inch was a feeling that made me go hot and loose inside, one hundred percent woman.
And knowing that I was fertile, and that he was devastatingly virile? All the better. The loving was even hotter, my pussy sucking his goo deep inside.
Finally, the coffee machine dinged. I filled up a thermos and carried it out the door, hurrying to the bus stop.
It was time to see my man again, and I couldn’t wait.
But this time, we weren’t meeting at the prison. Instead, Mason’s appeal was being heard today, and I was one of the first people to arrive at the courthouse. The empty chamber made me feel nervous, wood paneled with high ceilings, rows and rows of pews facing the stand.