Her walls flutter, and I growl like a man possessed.
“You like that? Show me how much. Come for me, Flower.” My spine tingles. “Choke down on me.” I groan as she clamps down, screaming as she scalds me with her heat as her sheath contracts and my balls draw up. I drive forward once more and flood her channel with my seed. For a moment, I wonder what would happen if her IUD failed and I had a second chance at a family.
Spent, I ease out, parting her cheeks. “Look at that. I love you like this, filled to the brim and trembling from what I’ve done to you.” I cup her pussy. “You’re going to keep that exactly where it is.” Bending, I pull her pants up and pat her ass. I tuck myself in, redo my pants, and step away from her, smiling at her debauched appearance.
* * *
Not long after we arrive at the cabin, my phone vibrates, and my gut knots as the familiar sinking feeling sets in. I dig my phone out of my pocket as I gesture toward the next story.
“Go ahead, Flower. I’ll grab this call and meet you up there.”
Squeezing my hand, Queenie continues up, and I hit the button to answer. “Preacher.”
“We need you back here. We’ve got multiple injuries. Shadow was grazed by a bullet. Wrench is leaking like a bucket with a hole in it from the same altercation, and the fires keep being started.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I don’t trust this cluster fuck. They’re trying to distract us from something else,” Aries says in the background.
“As soon as you figure out what that something is, feel free to let me know,” Grimm drawls.
“That’s why we have Tech. You have to give the madman time,” Ice replies coolly.
“That’s the one thing we’re running out of,” Aries grumbles.
“One way or another, we’re going to need you.”
I read between the lines. He doesn’t think Wrench will make it.
“I hear you.”
“Good. Be safe. Triple R is targeting us.”
“Oh my God. Edmund.” A second, higher-pitched voice squeals, and I launch into action, pounding up the stairs to come to a dead halt on the landing. The golden-haired, young woman has my eyes and her mother’s facial shape. I see my mother in her cheekbones and her mother in her cupid’s bow lips. My knees threaten to give, and I grab the railing to stay standing. I suck in air to combat the tightening in my chest. Queenie steps forward and grabs my arm, grounding me.
“Alexandria?” I breathe the name, afraid I’m seeing a phantom or the face of my daughter in a stranger.
“Daddy.” She stares back, and we stand, frozen, unsure how to proceed. Tall at about five foot eight inches with an athletic build and tan skin, she looks well taken care of. But her eyes are haunted, and I want to kill someone.
“Wh-What are you doing here?” I ask softly.
“She was right.” Her face contorts, and she sniffs. “You don’t want me.”
“What?” I bark. “Did she tell you that?” I ask, pissed.
“Always.” Her lower lip trembles and she bursts into tears.
Suddenly, my legs work just fine. “That’s never been the truth, little love.”
“It is. You and Mom divorced, and you never looked back.” The truth cuts like a knife. “No one wants me. Mom hates how much I look and act like you. I hear it every day. I don’t fit in with her new family and her perfect, new children with Mark.”
“Who the hell is Mark?” I snarl.
“Her new husband.”
I place a hand on her shoulder, and she flinches but doesn’t move away.
“I don’t know what I expected coming here. I just—” Alexandria shakes her head, sending the strands around her oval-shaped face. “I can’t stay there one more day with Mark. I’m a ghost in that home, never seen or listened to. I don’t fit in with their new family together,” she says strained. “And I’m sick of trying to.” Her voice cracks. “But here you are with someone.” Her eyes rake over Queenie. “Younger. Playing house like I don’t even exist.”