The cops had everything they needed to take down Mr. Spencer. The DA made a deal with him to send Lilly's father to a lower security prison in exchange for a confession.
Mr. Spencer agreed.
He was going to jail just as fast as I did. And everything was right in the world again.
The next day, Lilly called me over to her father's house. When I arrived on my Harley, the place was swarming with government agents. Big moving vans were parked outside and they were loading furniture.
I walked into the grand entryway which was so familiar to me since that was as far as Mr. Spencer would usually let me into his home. A double staircase led to the second floor. A glass chandelier hung from above. “Lilly, you in here?” I called out. My voice echoed through the large room.
“Up here, Kellan,” she replied, standing at the wooden banister of the second floor.
I smiled at her and made my way through the crowd of agents moving files and furniture. I walked upstairs to the unexplored second floor. I passed by so many different rooms: library, sitting room, gallery, and too many bathrooms to count.
I almost walked by the room with Lilly in it. “I thought you got lost for a moment,” she said.
Lilly was sitting on a tall white bed covered with stuffed animals, wearing a long black dress. The room was spotless like nobody had ever lived in it before. A bookshelf of porcelain dolls stood in a corner and a white desk with a lone sheet of paper in the other corner.
“Don't even say a word,” Lilly said. “I already know what you're thinking and you can save it. This is not what my room looked like when I was a teenager. I had a different bed, the dolls didn't exist, and I had boy band posters plastered all over the walls.”
I couldn't help but chuckle. Lilly was being so defensive. “So what happened then?”
“When I moved out, my father changed everything back to the way it was when I was five years old.”
I walked over to the shelf of dolls. They looked way too expensive.
“I always hated those dolls. They gave me the creeps.”
I could see how their always staring eyes could frighten a kid. I plopped down on the bed next to Lilly and stretched out my legs. “What's with all the government downstairs.”
Lilly lay next to me with her hands behind her head. “Pretty much confiscating anything that had to do with my father—including the house.”
“That's a bummer. We could've thrown some killer parties here with the MC.”
“They're also freezing all his assets. So I won't be getting any money.”
“No problem, baby. You're going to move in with me. We'll make it work somehow.”
Lilly nuzzled her head in my neck. “I'm so glad you came back to me, Kellan.”
“Will you marry me, Lilly?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could even think about it. My brain was on autopilot. How could I be so stupid? I was supposed to propose in a romantic way—not in her childhood bedroom.
Lilly raised her head from my chest and stared me in the eyes. “Are you serious, Kellan?”
“When am I not serious, Lilly?”
Water filled her eyes. “You better not be playing around with me!”
My heart drummed louder in my chest. “What's your answer?”
Lilly slapped me on the arm. “Of course the answer is yes, you big dumb biker.”
I squeezed her to me and kissed her hard. The rock in my pants pressed against Lilly's soft body. “Do you have a present for me down there?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.
I nodded and Lilly began undoing my pants like they were a bow. When my boner flopped out, Lilly gasped. “It's like Christmas morning.” She stroked my shaft, my body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed.
Lilly had no idea how much power she had over me. I'd do anything she asked just to make her tighten her grip on my cock and make me come.
Lilly let go of my length and rolled over next to me. She hiked up her dress to her hips, showing off her long legs. “Take me, Kellan Ellis.”
Oh fuck...she wasn't wearing any panties.
“You're definitely the wife for me, Lilly.” I spread her smooth legs and slid into her gushing slit.
We moaned to our heart's content, not caring that every government agency could hear us. Lilly's hips bucked against my thrusts, shoving my cock deeper inside, stretching out her tight pussy.
We kissed as I pounded Lilly on her childhood bed. I pulled down her black dress straps until her juicy tits poured out. I ran my tongue along her cleavage, tasting the sweat that had collected there.
“Come with me, Kellan. Come with me now.”
It wasn't hard to find my release—especially with Lilly tightening her pussy around my cock and shuddering as she came. I unloaded inside her, thrusting in and out.
“I love you, Lilly” I said, exasperated.
“I love you too, Kellan. Can we go again?”
I laughed. “We're going to spend our entire lives together. That means a ton of sex. And you can't even wait a moment before you want more?”
Lilly rolled over and nibbled on my ear. “I can't help myself. You're too delicious.”
“Well I won't be the one that ever says no.”
We kissed and made love two more times before the government agents kicked us out.
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The next day, Lilly moved into my house. She unloaded the last box of her things from her BMW onto the driveway.
I helped her carry the last box into the house. “Maybe we could sell your car for some extra cash? Help pay for the wedding,” I proposed.
“We won't need money for a little while,” she replied with a knowing smile.
“What are you talking about?”
Lilly waved an envelope in front of my face. “I totally forgot about it.”
“What is it?”
“The check for the painting I sold at the art show.”
I snatched the check from her. Twenty thousand dollars. My legs became like rubber and I had to sit down for a moment.
“There's more where that came from. The man who bought the painting has commissioned another one from me. We're going to be all right.”
“We're going to be all right,” I repeated.
Lilly was all mine. Could life get any better?