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Even the word sounded sexy to her. Cock. Something she had desired only from this man for what seemed her entire life. She held her breath when she felt him blowing over her heat. Del took his time making her wetter and wetter until he took her clit into his mouth and nibbled.
“Mother fuck, yes.” She roared out her release. It came from her feet through her head and down through her throat. If she came like this again, she was going to die right here. Telling him that, he only laughed. Then he touched her with his finger.
It felt strange at first, like an invasi
on of her private parts. Then as he slid slowly in and out of her, she couldn’t understand why she’d never had sex before. This was wonderful. Amazing. Awesome. There wasn’t anything better than this, she thought. It was then that he took her clit into his mouth again and suckled hard.
She was on a boat capsized. Her body was no longer her own. Every part of her, every cell and drop of blood, screamed out for Del to stop but to go on. As soon as she came a third, then a fourth time, she knew she was going to die right there. There would be nothing to keep her from it.
As he moved up her body, she begged him to stop, telling him she couldn’t take anything more. But he only had to sit back on his knees and fist his cock for her, and she knew whatever he did to her next was going to blow her mind. It would be epic enough that she’d beg him every day, every second of every day, for more.
“Don’t tense up, love.” She did what he asked, spreading her legs for him when he moved over her. She was still tense, she could feel it, but he was gentle with her, telling her how much he loved her, how her cream tasted to him. When he moved his cock at her entrance again, she cried out when he pushed forward, breaking through the barrier that made her no longer a virgin but his other half for life.
Neither of them moved while she tried to deal with the pain. It wasn’t as horrific as she’d thought it would be, but it was still painful. Moving her hips to try and get herself in a better position, she moaned when she realized he had moved with her.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to be a gentleman about this and let you get used to me.” She looked up at him. His face was granite hard, the strain of him really being a gentleman taking a huge toll on him. Moving her hips again, watching his face, she rolled her hips upward and watched the stiffness of his face disappear in a kiss that he gave her.
It didn’t take her long to come several times after that. Del seemed bent on making her enjoy this more than he was. When he pulled her hips up to meet his on his downward stroke, she held onto his shoulders as if she knew she was going to break apart. When she did, when she came with him, Merce knew that nothing would ever be the same between them. That they were forever and more a couple, no matter what others might say to them otherwise.
When she woke, she was alone in the big bed. She could hear Del talking in her bathroom and got up to see what he was doing. As soon as he saw her, he smiled hugely and pointed to the bathtub.
“I have to go, Peter. I’ll call you later. I want you to tell Merce what you’ve been able to find out as well. All right?” She couldn’t hear what Peter was saying, but it must have been bad. “I know you don’t want to break her heart, but she needs to hear this. I know for a fact she loves you too.”
“I do, tell him.” Del told his brother what she’d said as she stepped into the warm water. As soon as she sat down, her body screamed out in tight muscles and bits of pain here and there, but nothing she thought she couldn’t handle. Especially when Del sat on the commode next to her. “Do I want to know?”
“He found some things out about your brothers. No, you more than likely don’t want to know, but I think it would go a long way in making what they’ve done to you easier to handle. How are you feeling? I’m sorry I was so rough on you. Your skin is very easily bruised, isn’t it?”
She noticed them then, the small finger marks he’d made on her body. The marks of his teeth at her breast. Merce touched each of them, remembering what he’d done to her to have marked her in such a way.
“I’m going to think of them as badges of honor. Are you still going to marry me?” He smiled and got down on the floor next to her. “If you propose to me right here, Delmar Archer, I’m going to tell your mom that you seduced me into it.”
“She’ll just be happy that you’re now going to be a part of the family.” He pulled the ring out of the box and reached into the soapy water to take her hand. “I will love you more than I love myself if you’ll be my wife forever.”
The ring fit as if he’d had it made for her, but she knew he’d not. It was her grandmother’s ring from when she’d been just a child. She’d seen it on her finger while she baked and made dinner for her when she’d go there. Grandda must have given it to him for him to propose.
“I love you, Del. Yes, I’ll marry you and be your wife forever. But I want children. Not for the right reasons right away, but I want to see my grandda holding my child before he passes away. Your grandda as well. I want to see that more than I do the most wonderful museum in the world.”
“Good. I’d like that as well.”
They talked about the house. The rooms that would need to be updated. The stuff they still needed to get rid of. Every twenty minutes or so, he’d fill the tub with warmer water, careful of letting out the cold first.
They went to dinner after that, knowing that once their families found out they were engaged, they’d want to celebrate with them. She didn’t care. Merce thought she was getting the best of all the worlds with their combined families.
Chapter 5
Peter hated the look on Merce’s face as he showed her the pictures he’d unearthed. Bethany Lowery had had mental problems since she’d been a child. The pictures Merce was seeing now were from her file that he’d been able to get from the first home for the criminally insane that she’d been put in. Bethany had only been six years old.
“How did my dad not know this?” Peter told her it was because her records had been sealed. “I think someone should have told him he was marrying a murderer. Or at least told him to look into things about her parents. How was it known that she did this? Not that I don’t believe you, but was there any doubt she did this heinous stuff to her own family?”
“No. She confessed, of a sort.” She asked him what that meant. “When the police got to the home, she was sitting in the front entrance playing in the blood of the dog she’d killed too. The police asked her if she was alone in the house, thinking like you do, that she was entirely too young to have committed the crimes. But she told them in a singsong voice that not only was she the only one in the house, but that she’d had fun killing the people that tried to boss her around. To this day, there are people out there that don’t believe she did anything at all but was victimized by whoever had actually killed them.”
Merce stood up, handing the photos to Del. He’d been hard pressed to do this today—they’d only been engaged since this afternoon. But Del had told Peter she needed to know it all, as it would help her make better decisions where her brothers were concerned.
“Was she able to stand trial?” Peter told Merce she’d been too young to see if she had the capacity to do anything like answering attorneys’ questions. “I don’t mean to sound cold, but I have a feeling from the other things I’ve been able to find out that she knew just what she was doing. Did you find the things I told you about Brock and Harley?”
“Yes. Those records were only opened for me because you and Del are getting married. They didn’t want him to find out later that he might be marrying someone that could have the same condition. You couldn’t.”
She turned to Peter, waiting for an answer.
