Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
At some point in my story, Callum, Willa, Gemma, Jamie, and Dad all come out of their houses to see what all the commotion is about. The girls go over to be with Aubrey and Callum steps over to talk to Dempsey while warily eyeing Ben the Trespasser, who’s still groaning on the ground. Dad joins our trio, just out of earshot of everyone else, intently listening to everything.
“I’m going to need help on this case,” Sloane says slowly. “Someone is actively threatening your family. Aubrey could have been bitten by a rattlesnake. And Tasha’s in ICU over this person.” She glances over at Ben. “You sure it’s not that guy? Someone seems to think he’s responsible for something.”
Dempsey rubs his hand with the bloody knuckles while glaring at Ben.
“This case,” Dad clips out, “is a family matter and requires extreme discretion. Don’t fail our family now, Sloane. Don’t fail Jamie.”
Spencer smirks. He always admired his pops’ ruthless, no-bullshit attitude. “Guilt trip much, Pops?”
Nathan winks at him, a rare show of playfulness and affection, reserved for his only grandson.
“I’ll have to haul him in,” Sloane says with a resigned sigh. “I can arrest him for trespassing and attempted breaking and entering, but he’ll be able to post bail.”
“Unless he’s also there for questioning for the possible hit and run from Tasha’s accident,” Dad supplies, sneering Ben’s way. “You can hold him a little longer for that. It’ll give us time to look into the real culprit.”
Sloane shakes her head. “Nathan, you’re not the mafia or some vigilante. You can’t run your own criminal investigation. Then what? You going to hand him over in cuffs for me? The law doesn’t work that way!”
Dad steps closer, pointing a finger in her face. “I am the law around here, goddammit!”
Dempsey, like some emo avenging angel, charges our way and shoulders his way into our circle, turning his wrath on our father. “Do not speak to her like that. She’s trying to help us.”
Spencer’s grin is devious. I’m no idiot. I see it too. Dempsey’s sweet on his mom’s best friend. As if we need any more drama in this family right now.
Always the peacekeeper, I hold up both hands and say, “Everyone cool down. Sloane always has our best interest at heart. She’ll do what she can on her end and we’ll do what we can on ours. No one is going to jeopardize the integrity of our family name in the process.”
Sloane nods, shooting me a thankful smile, and then strides over to Ben. She reads him his rights while helping him to his feet and cuffing him. The pathetic excuse for a man sobs and attempts to speak to Aubrey, but Sloane roughly guides him back to her squad car.
“A little heads-up you called Sloane would have been nice,” Dad says, frowning at me. “It’s much easier to clean up you kids’ messes if I can stay ahead of the spill.”
“Sorry, Dad,” I say with a sigh. “It’s been a shitshow.”
He claps me on the back. “It’ll be fine. Go back inside and enjoy your day.”
The group disperses. Spencer and Dempsey take off to do God only knows what nor do I care, finally leaving me alone with Aubrey. She follows me into the house, quiet and forlorn.
“I need a shower,” I grunt out, taking her hand. “As do you.”
I’m eager to wash away the debauchery that took place this morning. To replace the scent and semen of my son with my own. Thankfully, she allows me to tug her along without a fight. Once we’re alone in my room with the door closed, I strip us both out of our clothes and head for the shower.
I try not to think about this shower being a place where I fucked her mother before. Back when Neena wasn’t such a conniving witch. My dick is semi-erect and thinking about my cruel wife does nothing to help harden it.
“You okay?” I ask when the water gets hot and steamy.
She nods as we step under the spray. “It was shocking to see him here, but I shouldn’t be surprised.” Her eyes close and her lips purse. “He’s been texting me a lot from different numbers saying he misses me and wants to get back together. We were never together, Hugo. It was just sex.”
If I thought I wanted to erase Spencer from her body, that was mild in comparison to how I feel about Ben touching her. Grabbing a bar of soap, I start slicking it over her body. She stands still as I wash every part of her, gently cleansing her pussy and ass crack. Once we’re both clean and no longer stinking of our wicked morning, I crash my lips to hers.
Our hands are frantic, both of us needing the other. I devour each needy moan until I’m dying to be back inside her. She clutches onto my neck as I lift her. Her sexy legs wrap around me and then I’m pushing into her hot body. A pained hiss escapes her, reminding me she’s sore from both me and my son fucking her this morning.