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“Baby,” I groaned, sinking balls deep in one move. The sound of how wet she was filled the room, making my spine tingle as my balls drew up. I was already hanging on by a thread. If she so much as breathed wrong, I was going to spill inside her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, pressing my forehead to hers. “I thought I remembered how good you felt, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality, when I’ve been living on dreams alone for all these months. This pussy is addictive, sweet angel. The way you wrap around me, tighter than a goddamn fist. Jesus, you’re killing me, and I want to die over and over again.”
“You die before you finish me, and I’ll kill you, husband.”
The first spurt of come felt as if it was being dragged out of me. “Say it again,” I gasped, sucking in a deep breath as I began to leak inside her.
“I’m going to come, husband,” she breathed, arching her back and pressing her tits into my chest. She still had her bra on, but I didn’t have enough sense to unclasp it, setting those beauties free so they could drag through my chest hair as she rubbed herself up and down me. “You feel so good inside me, husband.”
The clenching of her pussy and that one magic word were enough to suck the come right out of my dick. My entire body tensed as I came, hard but quick. It left me sweating and panting, but I was still a steel rod deep inside her. “Hang on, wife. I’m about to make you scream for your husband.”
“Please, please, please,” she moaned. “I want to come like a good girl for you.”
I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing just hard enough to make her writhe in pleasure beneath me. “Then come, my good girl. Come for me, Trinity.” With my other hand, I reached between us and strummed her clit. “Come, wife.”
Epilogue
Natalie
“You can’t be serious.”
I gave the woman before me a tight smile, trying my damnedest to restrain myself and not knock her teeth down her throat. From the moment the Renchfords had moved in next door, I hadn’t liked Hadley. She was too fake for my tastes. Her husband was a businessman who’d made his living in finance, but he’d come from old money to begin with. Oil. Agriculture. Countless other bullshit, none of them industries he’d actually worked in. No, Peyton Renchford had never worked a full day in his entire life, unless it was to call his stockbroker and tell him what to buy and what to sell.
But in Hadley’s eyes, that was the right way to make money. Whereas Devlin and I, our money was so far from right, we’d drifted left.
From that first meeting, I’d sensed what a snobby cunt she was, but Peyton wasn’t too bad. He treated his children well, although he seemed a little absent, even though he was at home just as often as Hadley was herself. He let Holden and Hannah do whatever they wanted. It was his treatment of his eldest son, Kyrie, that had made me like him more than his wife. The very few times I’d seen the older boy at home, Hadley had treated Kyrie much like I imagined a wicked stepmother would. Which was probably why Kyrie stayed at college even during holidays, from what I’d seen.
I tapped my nails on the documents I’d slapped on the Renchfords’ kitchen island. “Deadly serious, actually,” I told her sweetly. “Holden has the option of signing away his parental rights to Madalyn’s child. It’s his choice. Not yours. If he wants to legally remain Avalyn’s father, then that is his right. If not, I need his signature. My lawyer is right here to witness and notarize it as well.”
“How many times do we have to tell you people?” Hadley snapped. “Holden isn’t that little slut’s baby daddy.”
“The amnio says otherwise,” I countered. “Your son might have hit it and quit it with every other girl at school, but my granddaughter has only ever been with your creepy little asshole of a son. And even though I dislike him nearly as much as I despise you, I am still making it clear what his rights are.”
“That amnio was faked,” Hadley said with disdain. “Holden wouldn’t touch someone so young and…dirty.”
I fisted my hands at my sides, but I inhaled slowly and counted to ten in my head, while Devlin lovingly rubbed my back. But I could feel his own anger, and it fueled mine rather than dousing it. The only thing that kept me from losing what was left of my patience was the fact that my lawyer was standing right there, watching, waiting. Ready to do his part and get the hell out of there.
And then I could slap this bitch into next week without having to worry about witnesses.
“If I wanted to fake the paternity test results, I would have picked someone a hell of a lot better than your idiot son to be the father of my great-granddaughter,” Devlin bit out. “Now, do us all a favor and sit your ass down and be quiet. Holden is officially eighteen. Meaning he’s an adult and doesn’t need Mommy to tell him what to do.”
“I want you to leave,” Hadley hissed, walking to the kitchen door. “Your presence is only upsetting my family.”
“Your existence is upsetting mine,” I growled. “Park it, lady. I’m here for your kid, not you. But you keep running your mouth, and I’ll find a reason to be here for you too.”
“Mom, just be quiet,” Holden instructed his mother. “Where’s the pen? I’ll sign now and get this shit over with.”
The lawyer handed over the pen and went over all the documents Holden had to sign to relinquish his parental rights. Madalyn still had a few more months to go before she gave birth, but Trinity and Jarrett wanted this dealt with before their daughter delivered. That poor girl didn’t need more stress on top of being ostracized at school because she’d made the mistake of trusting the wrong boy.
The student body looked at Holden as a god for having sex with every girl in school who would willingly open her legs for him. Meanwhile, Madalyn had sex with the little bastard once and ended up pregnant. The majority of the kids at school called her a whore and turned their backs on her. Of course, they did go to two entirely different schools, but with social media so accessible, everyone knew who Avalyn’s father was.
The lawyer explained every last detail, ensuring that Holden knew what he was giving up—just as I’d promised Trinity I would have him do—before allowing Holden to sign anything. Once he scrawled his name across the last page, I snatched up the document and stared down at where the boy sat.
“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?” I asked, watching his eyes.
He didn’t even blink. “A thousand percent. I don’t want anything else to do with that little cocktease. She was fun for about a minute, but then she got all weird, and then she started getting fat. I don’t want a kid, and I definitely don’t want her.”
“Trust me, motherfucker,” Devlin snarled, bending so he was eye level with Holden. “Maddie lost interest in you way before you did her. I ever see you even look at my granddaughter again, and your momma will be pushing you around in a wheelchair, because I’ll break your fucking legs.”
