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“Good, because I’m a stubborn man and when I set my mind on something, I do it. When I promised myself to the church, I had every intention of keeping that promise. Only something very important to me would alter my path. You were that important thing. You are more important than my vows. I have every faith that God’s plans for me have set me on this new path.”
I bite my lip. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.”
After another minute of contemplation, in which Wesley’s eyes never waver from mine, I launch myself into his arms. My legs entrap his waist, and I press my lips against his in a scorching kiss. Had Wesley decided being with me wasn’t worth forsaking his vows, I would have accepted it. But I’m secretly glad he wanted me more.
After a moment of sucking each other’s face, I pull back, a big grin stretching my lips.
“This is kind of crazy, isn’t it?” I ask, only partly joking.
“Crazy in the best way possible.” With his hands on my ass, he grinds my center against the bulge in his jeans. “Crazy in the hottest way possible.”
Chapter 11
WESLEY
With three bottles of water, I go out to the living room. After handing Sam one of them, I take a seat next to Jersey on the couch. Sam’s on her other side, and she’s clutching his hand tightly in hers. She takes her water without looking away from the TV. Both her and Sam’s attention is firmly fixed on the breaking news report. Not that I can blame them.
On the TV, Mayor Beckett and his son, Mark, are being escorted from the mayor’s house in handcuffs. They both dip their heads away from the camera as if that will prevent people from knowing who they are.
It’s been ingrained in me to not take pleasure in a person’s punishment, but I can’t help the satisfaction I feel as I watch the two men be shoved in the back of police cars. This was the first of sixteen arrests. By the time this aired, all people accountable for the child sex trafficking ring have been detained. They’ll go before a judge next to hear the charges against them and find out if they’ll be allowed to post bail.
“I can’t believe it finally happened,” Jersey says quietly, still focused on the TV.
I grab her other hand and lace our fingers together. She turns her head and our eyes meet, the relief in her gaze a testament to the worry she’s been carrying for weeks.
It’s been five days since Jersey told Spencer about what happened to Sam. The day after, a couple of federal agents, along with one of the attorneys handling the case, came by the house to talk with Sam and Jersey and they repeated what she told Spencer. They’ve both been on pins and needles since then, anxiously waiting for news that the mayor and his son were arrested.
I can’t imagine how much relief they both must feel.
“Believe it, baby. It’s done. Now it’s up to the judicial system to take care of them,” I tell her.
“But what if they get away with it?” She switches her gaze back to the TV before bringing it back to me. “They all have connections in high places, and we both know people like that get away with crimes all the time.”
I squeeze her hand. “You heard what the attorney said. They have a crap-ton of evidence against them. The chances of them being found not guilty is small at best. You just have to believe justice will be served.”
Her mouth curves down, but she nods. “You’re right.”
I know her worry won’t completely go away until the verdict has been given.
I look over at Sam, who’s still looking at the TV as the newscasters list off names of the offenders.
“You okay, Sam?” I ask. He’s been quiet since the news report came on.
“Yeah,” he answers quietly.
A couple of hours after the agents and the attorney left the day they took Jersey and Sam’s statements, a social worker came by. She pulled Sam aside and spoke with him in private first. Jersey and I were both shocked when she asked if Sam could stay with me for the time being. Apparently, Spencer spoke with the Department of Child Safety and gave a sparkling reference on my character and suggested Sam be allowed to stay with me. They also took into consideration that Jersey is Sam’s older sister. Of course, they still had to run a background check on her, but it unsurprisingly came back clean. For now, Sam officially lives with me. Jersey isn’t official, but she hasn’t left either. If I have it my way, she never will.
Of course, with the living arrangements and with social services monitoring us, Jersey and I sleep in separate rooms. Even if we weren’t being monitored, we’d still need to be careful with Sam in the house. Jersey doesn’t want Sam to know about the more personal aspect of our relationship yet, and I agree.
None of that means that Jersey doesn’t sneak into my room each night. If she didn’t, I’d be sneaking into hers. For a couple of blissful hours every night, I hold Jersey in my arms while we make love. Sometimes it’s sweet and slow, and sometimes it’s hard, rough, and hurried. When she leaves, she always takes a part of me with her. I don’t have to have been with her long to know I’ll never get enough of the tempting woman.
Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I turn the TV off. I pull Jersey up from the couch with me as I get to my feet.
“Who’s up for some pizza?”
“Extra pepperoni?” Sam asks excitedly.
