“No...I love that you annoy me. I love it so much it’s actually terrifying.”
“That you love being annoyed?”
“That I love being annoyed byyou.”
He takes a deep breath. We hadn’t discussed what he said in the court room and it sits heavily between us.
“You’ve had a traumatic experience. I don’t want you to say something you don’t mean because I saved you.”
“God, you’re such an ass.” I roll my eyes. “I love you, Jacob Jones. Now give me the mostdisgusting kiss you’ll ever have.”
His eyes pop wide, but he wastes no time in crashing his lips to mine.
Epilogue
Jonesy
Apparently, when you try to cover up your illegitimate son’s murders, you don’t get to keep your job. Instead, you have a very public trial, which is ironic considering how much you pushed for military control of the crime you were trying to cover up. It also means all your recent decision-making at work comes into question. Which is good for me because my transfer to the East Coast has been revoked, and I am one hundred percent staying in Seattle for the foreseeable future.
Colonel Rogers was stripped of his military rank, pension, and medals and dishonorably discharged before he entered Hodgkins River prison, the same prison that Connor Maddox had been detained in all those months ago. Connor, of course, is free, returning to his girlfriend Hannah’s house, where he belongs.
Travis Marrs’s case is building. Searches of his prior properties have led to foundations being ripped up and backyards being excavatedas the police try to uncover the extent of his brutality. We may never know. But Katie’s light has shone so brightly in the aftermath of that day at 25 West Cromwell Street, the public has fallen in love with her. The brave heroine was determined to find the other victims of a crazed killer, very nearly becoming a victim herself.
She made a quick recovery, physically at least. Her bruised ribs healed, and with two parts water to one part lemon juice, and a fuck ton of scrubbing, the stench has long been gone. She’s still a she-devil. There has not been a demure moment since the guys and I saved her. She’s been fighting the entire time. Fighting the police to get back on the case, fighting Travis Marrs’s defense team in the preliminary hearing, fighting me at charades and Scrabble, even in the bedroom when the mood takes us. Her tastes haven’t changed much, despite having a real-life serial killer experience.
But then again, it isn’t much about the serial killer aspect that she likes. She wants to be owned whilst she begs for relief. She wants to scream and punch and fight as she claws her way to her climax, and I’m more than happy to give her exactly what she needs.
So now, after a mandated vacation implemented by Detective Biceps, her house is almost complete. There are a few finishing touches to finalize, but it’s a real home, somewhere she can actually relax after work rather than holing up inher bedroom, only coming out once a month for dinner club.
I moved in with her by force, refusing to leave her alone those first few weeks as I used up my own vacation days expertly tiling, painting, and laying flooring. My apartment sits empty except for when we go out in the city for the evening or want to try something unfamiliar and heighten her fear receptors.
As I unlock the door, the scent of the new perfume she’s started to wear invades my senses. I throw my keys into the bowl and spot a note on the side table.
Getting ready. Help yourself to anything.
Katie x
And with that invitation and the heavy weight of something precious in my pocket, I head upstairs to help myself to exactly what I’d like right now.
Katie
Jonesy is lying on my bed. Well,our bed, now that he lives here full-time. He didn’t have an official move-in date, but suddenly, my closet space halved, and his socks were on the floor all the damn time. But it’s fine because you apparently put up with things like that when you’re in love with someone. And to be fair, he’s in his uniform,grinning, his eyes raking down my body like he’s attempting telekinesis with my towel.
I drop it for him, and he groans into the mattress before lifting himself off, stalking toward me. His knuckles graze my nipple before he trails down my stomach, between my legs, cupping me roughly as his fingers tease my entrance.
“I missed you today,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You’re the one who left me all alone on a Saturday,” I whine.
“I had some work, and then I had things to do...for tonight.”
“Oh yeah? What’s tonight except for dinner club?”
He twists me around, pushing me roughly onto the bed, grabbing my foot, and kissing down my ankle. He unbuttons his uniform, his fingers making quick work of undoing each button. His desperation is obvious as his hard cock pushes against my pussy through his pants.
“Give me your hands, princess.”
I lick my lips, fighting the grin that attempts to transform my face as I hold out my hands in front of my chest.
