Rome
Eighteen months later…
Guilty.
The fucker was finally found guilty.
Only took a goddamned year and a half.
It’s been a couple of weeks since they sentenced Jackson McConnell to prison for forty-one years. The counts stacked on him were embarrassingly high. No attorney could get him out of the mess he’d gotten himself into.
It was fucking torture listening to the audio clips of my sister as that motherfucker took advantage of her. He had the sense to look shameful. Maybe it was all an act to make the jury feel sorry for him. Thank fuck it didn’t work.
In addition to the evidence against him where Raven was concerned, we also had the testimonies of nine women he sexually assaulted or threatened, including my wife. Courtney, with her eyes narrowed and her teeth bared, recounted the terrible things he’d done to her.
She’s a wolf.
Her bravery is what had the other eight women shakily recounting their own tales. He was a bastard who liked to fuck anything that was pretty with a pair of tits, and then tried to bully them when he got bored. The asshole scared them all. Each one, alone, a quivering sheep. Together, though, they made a pack.
And the pack tore his proverbial throat out.
I’ll never forget the sound of Whitney’s wail when they sentenced her dad. Ugly and surprisingly sad. But she had her own problems. Getting knocked up by the dean at Northwestern, when he’s been “happily” married for twenty-seven years, had her name gloriously splashed across every tabloid. Courtney says what goes around comes around. I call it fucking karma.
Our attorney says we probably won’t see a settlement in her wrongful conviction lawsuit against the state for a while yet. Good thing all we have is time.
“You’re awake,” Courtney murmurs.
It’s early and the twins haven’t woken up yet. “Just thinking.”
She sits up on one elbow and frowns at me. Her golden waves are messy and hang in her pretty face. I could stare at her for hours. Sometimes I do. I don’t know how I deserve her, but she was given to me anyhow. I certainly don’t tempt fate and remind the crazy bitch that she fucked up when she wrote our destiny. Courtney was meant for someone much better than myself, but since I’m a greedy fuck, I keep her for myself anyway.
“Thinking or plotting? That’s your evil ‘I’m going to take over the world’ face,” she says with a grin.
“No.” I pounce on her. “I’m just going to take over you.”
She lets out a squeal, but I cover her mouth with my hand. I love the way her eyes widen, lust swimming in them. My sweet, adorable wife is a kinky girl. A little bondage and choking are on her list of favorites. I’d be an asshole if I didn’t give her exactly what she wants.
“You’ll wake up the monsters,” I tease as I push down my boxers and free my hard cock.
Her eyes are smiling as she pulls her panties to the side to grant me access into her hot body. When I thrust into her slick heat with a groan, her nostrils flare and her lashes flutter.
“You like it when I fuck you rough in the morning, don’t you, baby?” I coo as I release her mouth.
“Yesss,” she murmurs, her fingernails finding my shoulders and digging in.
I drive into her quickly because if I were a betting man, I’d say those kids will be waking up any minute.
“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, Mrs. Murray,” I inform her as I nip at her bottom lip. “And then, later, when the squirts go to their grandma’s, I’m going to take you nice and slow.”
She digs her heels into my ass and smiles up at me. For the past several days she’s been hornier than usual, which means she’s probably ovulating. Maybe this time we’ll make a baby. Or two. My tongue thrusts into her mouth and I kiss her, morning breath and all. She’s mine…even when she’s a dirty girl.
Harvey Benjamin sighs from his recliner. Some things never change.
It doesn’t take long before she’s whimpering as an orgasm rattles through her. The moment her cunt clenches around me, I come with a loud groan. My cock throbs out its release as I kiss her softer and slower.
“I love you,” I remind her. Not that she ever forgets.
“I love you too,” she confirms. Not that I ever believe she doesn’t.
“Dadda!” a voice chirps from down the hall.
I chuckle against Courtney’s mouth. “Luke is awake.”
“Dadda!” a higher voice screeches.
Courtney laughs. “Lily is awake too. How come they never call for me?”
I shrug as I pull out and set to cleaning us up. Courtney rolls over onto her stomach, tucking her knees beneath her, her round ass up in the air. She’s so cute as she tries to trap my super sperm inside her. The woman is dead set on adding on to the family. And I’m eager to help make her dreams come true. My dick twitches. Really eager.
“They like daddy’s pancakes,” I tell her as I rub my palm up her spine, pushing her sleep shirt up along the way.
“I love daddy’s pancakes,” she says with a laugh. It amazes me how much trust she has in me. After reading what I did to my father—that I was capable of such a horrendous thing—I was sure she’d run for the hills or turn me in. Instead, the moment we had the information Raven wanted us to have regarding the audio clips, it was Courtney who made me drive to Lake Borden. It was Courtney who threw the journal into a campsite fire pit and lit the match. It was Courtney who watched the only shred of evidence against me turn into ash and dust.
My fingertips trace the tattoo on her spine. All black script.
I am not a sheep. I am a wolf.
When I start to walk away, she sits up and grabs my hand. Her blue eyes find mine as she kisses my knuckle above where my wedding ring sits. “If I’m the wolf, Rome, what does that make you?”
I bend and kiss her nose. “I’m a motherfucking wolf too.”
The End