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Her head tossed back, she moaned as I held her hips and shoved up into her pussy.

“Ride my cock,” I ordered.

She didn’t disappoint. She rode me like a horse. Her body jerked up and down, her tits bouncing with each stroke.

I reached up and squeezed her breasts together. She leaned in and I devoured her chest, licking, sucking, and nibbling her sweet little body.

Her long hair fell over my face as she gyrated on my cock. I grabbed it in handfuls and pulled her down on top of me.

“I need to fuck you harder,” I grunted, taking control.

I began to jerk in and out of her. Fast, hard strokes. She was mine. All mine. I needed to be the only one she ever wanted.

My hand reached behind her ass and stroked her tender, swollen nub. I pounded into her, lifting my hips off the bed and plowing so fast my balls slapped against her.

She screamed my name.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight, yelling as I came.

You and me, forever.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Winter

Not Too Long After…

The house was perfect. Though, it hadn’t started that way. The staircase was coming apart, the blue paint on the outer walls was stripping off in ragged sheets, and the plumbing was a giant leaky mess.

Rev and I put a lot of elbow grease into making it habitable. But we couldn’t have done it without Ink and Mayhem. Well, honestly it was all Mayhem. He demolished and rebuilt entire sections of drywall with ease. Rev and I had given it several unsuccessful attempts before Rev swallowed his pride and asked for help.

The interiors turned out beautifully. While Rev and I hunted down some low cost furniture with immense help from my Aunt Sylvia, Ink worked his magic painting the walls. I couldn’t believe the detail on the light blue marble finish he applied to the bathroom. He’d worked over the cottage’s stucco exterior with some kind of textural technique that left it looking like it belonged in a storybook.

I’d found a job in Desert Haven helping an old bed-and-breakfast reorganize to compete with some of the bigger corporate hotels that were springing up all over town. I put my accounting education to good use, but the job involved a whole lot more than that. The owners, an adorable older couple, began to trust me with some general management responsibility. I hoped to be running the place for them in no time.

So, Rev and I were managing to get by. Though, we had to put off forming the Community Supported Agriculture organizations. We hoped, in time, we could convince businesses to put money back into the community in the form of joint ownership initiatives. But, so far Gryffin Transportation wasn’t interested—though Rev was working on that—and the newer corporations in town weren’t clamoring for the opportunity either.

But I was happy. More than just happy, I felt genuinely fulfilled. Our life together was taking shape and direction. Though there was one last thing I needed to do.

“Hello…Winter?” A nasally voice cracked over the phone. “

“Frank.” My voice was flat and direct. I needed closure. That was all.

“Well, this is a surprise pumpkin, but not really. I thought you were gone for good, but I knew you just needed some time.” As usual, Frank quickly became as domineering as possible. It was overbearing.

“Maybe you assumed too much Frank.”

“Oh, I don’t think so Winter.” His mocking tone made me flinch. “We’re perfect together. I’m glad you’ve back to your senses.”

I wanted to throw up. “No, I just called to say goodbye.”

The irritation in his voice was palpable. “What?! I thought you were coming back. Juliet said you were sorry it took so long. That you were visiting your Aunt and taking care of family.”

“Wow.” I exhaled deeply, willing myself to remain calm. “Please don’t call me, Frank. Don’t call me. Don’t text me. Don’t email me. We’re beyond done.”

I hung up. My heart beat fast. I’d finally closed the last chapter in my old life just as I began the first chapter of my new life with Rev.

Or so I thought.

The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer, thinking Rev forgot his key. He sometimes got off a little early. But all his free time lately was spent with his brothers, searching for the men who killed his Uncle and his crew. They knew the man ultimately responsible, but had no way of getting to him.

More worrisome, Rev had told me that they were uncovering connections between Gryffin Transportation and Roman Carmichael, the crime overlord who’d ordered the hit. All they had was a name and a sense that things went much deeper than they first thought. Rev often came home agonizing about the difficulty of making inroads, frustrated at the lack of progress in avenging his friends and Uncle. 

I signed for the delivery: a flat, small, rectangular box. It looked like a laptop. Tearing open the cardboard packaging and bubble wrap, I found I was right.

But, it wasn’t a gift from my mother or stepfather or anything I knew. In fact, it was a used machine, out-of-box and without any documentation whatsoever.

I booted it up and watched a password entry field flash across the screen.

This is really weird.

A chill crept down my spine as I grew suspicious. An unmarked delivery. No return address.

Rev narrowly escaped death at the hands of his Uncle’s murderers. He headed the crew that jacked Roman Carmichael’s shipment that night, and if it wasn’t for having lunch with my Aunt and me—well, he’d be gone.

It was either a message or a bomb.

Either way, I should get this thing out of the house and wait for Rev.

But another possibility crept into my mind. It was something I wanted so much to be true, I’d do anything to convince myself it was. My Aunt had said he was still alive, after all. That he was in hiding.

I typed my mother’s name into the password entry.

Denied.

I tried my name. I tried my name followed by his last name, before I changed it to Calloway.

Denied again.

Shit, I’ll be at this all night.

I walked into the kitchen and popped a pod into the brewing machine. I was jonesing for some caffeine. I always did, since I was a little kid…

Ah. Right.

I shuffled back into the living room, staring apprehensively at the laptop.

If this works…

I typed “Coffee Bean,” into the password field. It blinked and the screen went dark.

Shit, it ran out of battery.

I pulled away, standing up to go into the kitchen and collect my coffee.

Then I heard a voice. A familiar voice. I turned around and saw my father on the screen, talking to me. It was surreal, almost frightening.

“I’m sorry, Winter. It’s all I can say, and it will never be enough.”

I took a seat and stared at the video of my father. He was just as I remembered. Same careless hair, sad and expressive eyes, and that characteristic twitch in his jaw when he spoke. But he was older. The lines in his face were etched deeper and his hair showed streaks of grey.

“I’m sure by now Sylvia’s disregarded my request that you not know about what happened in Vegas. Suffice it to say, I got in with some very powerful people. Once I finally paid off my debts to the mob back East though, I was just in time to catch wind that my usefulness to these people had expired. Meaning, it was time for me to expire as well.”

I watched his eyes fall in the video as he typed something on the laptop.

“I pulled of one last heist. A big one. And then I left the country. I’m sorry I can’t come back. I want to more than anything. And I know this won’t make up for it… But I put that money in an offshore account. The numbers and passwords are on this computer. I know you can figure it out.”

My head was spinning. I struggled to process the extent of what he was saying.
Last heist, A big one, Offshore account…

“It’s $15 million dollars, Winter. And I trust you’ll know what to do with it. Because I believe that my daughter grew up into the woman I always knew she could be. Despite having a father like me.”

Tears formed in my eyes as I watched him stand up and reach to hit the stop button.

I don’t want money, God damn it! I want my father…

Emotion rolled through me like an avalanche as I processed anger, frustration, sadness, and gratitude all at once.

“I love you, coffee bean. I want to take the next flight out there and see you again. But the man I stole from is looking for me. I have to keep moving. Roman Carmichael is a dangerous enemy.”

The video clipped off. The room spun.

Fuck.

Just when I thought a new chapter meant the end of the last. Just when I thought I could be a bastion of support and comfort for Rev, bring a sense of normality to his life as he dealt with profound tragedy and the unremitting longing for vengeance.

The door rustled and Rev walked into the living room. He saw me sitting at the table with tears in my eyes and an open laptop in front of me, and instead of asking questions, he immediately rushed to my side.

“Winter, shhh, it’s alright. I’m here.” He hugged me close. “It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

“It’s a message from my father…” I choked out the words.

“What?” Rev looked up at the laptop.

I found the video on the hard drive and played it for him. His eyes grew wide. His face tensed as he tried to make sense of it. And then, at the mention of Roman Carmichael’s name, I saw his jaw clench and his hands turn to fists.

“Fuck… I’m sorry Winter.”

I looked up at him. “What are the chances huh?”

Rev ran his palm over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose and exhaling deeply. “We need to get this Roman Carmichael,” he said. “Everything depends on that. For the both of us.”

I stood up and he gathered me in his arms, holding me against his chest. “No matter what, we’re in this together. Things happen for a reason. And it looks like our lives are entwined in more ways than we could have imagined.”

Nestled in Rev’s arms, I felt a reassuring calmness sweep over me. We were brought together by a chance encounter, but something greater awaited us. The same adversary haunted both our lives. We’d been unified for a common purpose.

And though the fight had just begun, I was thankful to have the best partner and ally I could ever ask for. I was happier to struggle by his side than to fade away lifelessly by someone else’s. To me, that’s really what it meant to call him my soulmate.

“At least we have the money now,” I said, pulling away to look up into his gleaming blue eyes.

“Hm...What?” He gazed searchingly at me.

“The CSA organizations. We can make it work on our own.”

“Wait. You’d do that? It’s your money, Winter.”

I smiled. “This is my home too now. We’re in this together, like you said.”

Rev beamed, his expression full of eager energy. “I’ll spend my whole life thanking you,” he said. “I really mean it.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” I asked playfully.

His mouth fell on mine with hungry passion, his hands roaming down my hips and cupping my ass. He picked me up, still kissing down the side of my neck.

His voice fell over me, velvety and deep. “I’ll start by taking you to the bedroom, kitten. Where you belong.

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