“Wesley, please,” she moans. Lifting her hips again, she tries to wedge more of me inside her. “I need—ah!”
I slam my hips forward, impaling her completely. Her head falls back with her shout. I take advantage of her exposed neck and suck a piece of skin into my mouth, purposely leaving a mark behind.
Wrapping one hand under her thigh, I pull it high up my waist. Pulling out until just the head is left inside, I plunge back in. With each downward motion, I grind down deep, hitting her clit and heightening her pleasure. The slip and slide of my cock against her snug walls sends me closer to the edge.
“You feel so damn good,” I growl. “Tight and wet, and all fucking mine.”
“All yours,” she breathes. “Always yours.”
* * *
A couple of hours later, after taking Jersey hard and fast, and another time in the shower much slower, we’re both lounging in bed. I’m on my back with Jersey laying on my chest. Her fingers gently trace the tattoos on my abs. We’ve been lying here, neither of us saying anything, for several minutes. It’s a comfortable silence.
“Did you see the news today?” I ask.
Her fingers pause for a second before she restarts tracing the eyes of the skull inked on my ribs. “Yes. Sam and I both watched it.”
“How did he take it?”
She lifts her head from my chest and turns it so I can see her eyes. “I could literally see the weight falling off his shoulders. I’m so grateful it’s over, but I’m sure Sam’s relief is so much stronger than mine since he’s the one who endured the pain the mayor and his son put him through.”
Pulling my arm from behind my head, I sift my fingers through her hair, using my thumb to rub her cheek. “I can’t imagine how hard it was on either of you.”
She closes her eyes, and a soft smile lifts her lips. “It’s finally over.”
Today, on national TV, the former mayor of Silver Falls and his son were found guilty on multiple charges. They’ll both spend the rest of their lives in prison. The other fourteen assailants were also found guilty and will spend many years behind bars.
Two years of waiting is finally over.
“Has Sam thought anymore about seeing Deandra and Carter?”
Deandra was the mayor’s wife and Carter is their oldest son. Neither of them knew that Douglas was the mastermind behind a child sex trafficking ring, or that Mark was right beside him. The shock and horror when they heard the news couldn’t have been fabricated. It was too genuine. Of course, Deandra filed for divorce as soon as she could, and Carter has cut any and all ties off with his father and younger brother.
A year after the arrests, Deandra approached Jersey, asking if she could see Sam. She said she waited so long because she was ashamed that she was connected to such a vile man and felt Sam wouldn’t want anything to do with her. She was afraid he may blame them for not knowing what he was going through. By the grace of God, Sam was never part of the sex ring, but he still endured horrific abuse under their roof.
Jersey left the decision up to Sam. Even though Sam said that Deandra and Carter were always great with him, so far, he’s still refused to see either of them. Carter is thirty-four, so he was out of the house by the time Sam came to live there. He and Sam were never really close, so there’s not really a bond between them. But Deandra played an important role in Sam’s life for a couple of years. You could see just from looking at her she loved Sam.
Sam hasn’t said as much, but Jersey and I both think he refuses to see them because they remind him of a painful time in his life.
“I think he’s almost ready,” Jersey says, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I know he wants to see Deandra. I believe with the trial finally being over, he can start looking forward to the future and really start to heal.”
For the first year and a half, Sam went to a counselor twice a month. It wasn’t until the last six months it’s been moved to once a month. The sessions have helped him tremendously. Four months ago, Jersey and I officially adopted Sam. Three months prior to that, we were married.
“He’ll tell you when he’s ready,” I comment.
“Yeah.”
Jersey tiptoes her fingers up my chest, and she fingers the cross I wear around my neck. My sister, Camila, gave me the necklace a year after I committed my life to the church. I’ve worn it ever since.
“I was thinking….”
She trails off, and her eyes move from the necklace and meet mine. Her teeth tug on her bottom lip nervously.
I slide a piece of hair between my fingers, loving the silky texture. “What is it?”
“I know we talked about waiting for a while longer, but I can’t get it out of my head since it was brought up.”
I know what she’s referring to, but I still ask. “What are you talking about?”