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Time to stop talking and fuck her. He would later make sweet love to her, but right now was all about need and desire. He pumped slowly and then increased his efforts until he was pounding her ass.
“Fuck, Fin, I’m coming. Pull back if you aren’t swallowing.”
She shook her head and took him deeper. Impressively, she held out for most of his flow before backing off. The rest fell on her chest just as her own orgasm came crashing and crashing as Cash tweaked her engorged clit. Finally, he pounded and lost his rhythm as his own fire shot through his cock and he spewed his own release.
They lay in bed and breathed heavily, still caressing and kissing, until Finley yawned.
“Go to sleep, baby,” said Levi, covering her up.
“We can wake you up later to make love after you’ve had some rest,” said Cash.
“I’ll be walking bow-legged if this keeps up.”
“What a wonderful goal,” laughed Cash. “Right after I spank your ass, we will work on changing your walk.”
“You aren’t spanking me, Cash.”
“Wanna bet? You earned it and I promise you will get it. You just wait. There are rewards for taking your spanking well.”
“Oh, yeah? Like what kind of reward?”
“You get the reward after you earn it. You’ll see.”
She grunted her dissatisfaction with his answer, but was too tired to argue further.
Epilogue
Sharlee hurried through the dining door, exuberant. Her boots squeaked against the polished floor as she raced into the breakfast room and went directly to Jac.
“I’ve got it,” she gasped triumphantly. “I know exactly who was behind Rodney, maybe even Walker, but definitely the Caleb Rodney garbage.”
Jac was on his feet in an instant, his chair crashing to the floor behind him. His jaw tightened. Becky righted the chair. “Talk to me.” He turned to Becky. “Sorry and thanks for the recovery.”
Sharlee slapped a file folder onto the table. Photos and documents spilled out. Jac sat down again. “Remember that international shipment Rodney organized a few years ago? The one that he said went ‘missing’ but Carter intercepted the transfer of what we thought was drugs, but it wasn’t?”
Becky nodded, leaning forward. “Weren’t the contents classified?”
“That’s what he wanted us to think.” Sharlee jabbed a finger at a grainy photo. “But I did some digging. Turns out the crates contained artifacts. Ancient relics bound for a private collector.”
Carter’s eyes narrowed. “You think Rodney stole them?”
“He meant to because he was told it was filled with drugs for distribution. But someone beat him to it.” Sharlee turned over a shipping manifest, revealing a name scrawled on the back. “This guy - Martin Walsh. He got wind of the shipment, hijacked it en route. Left Rodney with nothing.”
Jac crossed his arms. “So Caleb Rodney sold the promise of a stash to his neighborhood cartel he was going to deliver that night. But somehow, Walsh played him, and the crate had artifacts. It cost Caleb Rodney a fortune and his freedom.”
“All of which he blamed on you for interfering, but Caleb never got that shipment because it didn’t exist. Walsh did. He couldn’t have done it without leading Rodney on, so he could claim the freight and Walsh could keep it out from his name. There never were any drugs or someone else claimed them.”
His gaze hardened. “That’d be enough to turn anyone vengeful.”
Jessie chewed her lip. “Anyone who was neck deep in dealing. But how did Caleb trace it back to us if we didn’t have it?”
“He didn’t.” Mark’s gravelly voice rumbled from the corner. “Walsh must have fed him false intel. Made it look like we were involved. Like we retrieved the container, not Walsh.” His massive hands curled into fists. “Rodney was just a pawn for the Cartel and the bigger players.”
Carter added more. “He thought he could jump in the mix, but it didn’t work. Walsh must have fed different info to the Cartel link, so they went looking for Caleb. Cleaning up all his loose ends. But why wait this long for his revenge?”
Jac answered him. “He needed to gather followers and do it from his hiding spot. Wherever that was. Since he wasn’t the note sender, he had no idea one game was already in motion until Walker approached him.”
“Again, Caleb Rodney was used and exposed. He just didn’t learn to distrust the people he dealt with. I bet he knows it now.”
