“Ohmigod. I just realized the kind of power you have right now. Why in the world did I agree to this?”
“Because you love me and you like trying new things with me.” I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply while fiddling with the controls. She moaned into my mouth, and I turned the toy’s intensity up, still holding her chin in my hand. It took less than a minute before Julia was writhing beneath my kiss as release ripped through her. I lowered the intensity and let her ride out her orgasm before turning it off completely.
“Fuck,” she breathed, leaning against me for support. “Holy shit-fuck.”
“Thought it would be best to get the first one out of the way so you’re not so sensitive.”
She was panting. “You’re going to do this to me out there?”
I grinned. “Well, you might want to hide it a little better. They’re notthatdrunk, yet. Let’s see your game face, Jules.”
Pulling away from me, she straightened her dress and took a deep breath, giving me a cool, collected smile. I’d believe she had her shit together if it weren’t for her lust-filled eyes.
“Goddamn, you are so beautiful.” Unable to help myself, I kissed her again. “I love you so damn much. I hope you know that.”
Her smile heated, and her eyes softened. “I love you, too, Marcus.” She took another deep breath. “Now take me out to the reception and give me numerous orgasms in the middle of everyone we know and love.” She paused, as if considering what she’d just said. “We’re going straight to hell. You know that, right?”
I shrugged. “Might as well have a good time, then.”
Putting her vibrator on low, I offered her my arm. She took a moment to get used to the sensation, and then accepted my arm. We headed out to join the crowd.
Our first stop was Stocks. I clapped my friend on the shoulder and asked, “How you feelin’ brother?”
“Good.” He turned to face us, giving Julia a hug. She carefully angled her body away from his. “The doc says everything’s healing nicely. Should be able to ride again by next week.”
The gunshot had missed his stomach but clipped his large intestine. He’d undergone a couple of surgeries and had to fight off an infection, but he was on the mend. I’d been following his progress and making sure he got the best care available. Stocks had taken a bullet while protecting my woman, and there wasn’t a goddamn thing in the world I wouldn’t do for him. I was already badgering Link about patching him in early. The motherfucker had earned it, if you asked me.
“You need anything, you let me know,” I said, reminding him for the thousandth time since the incident that I was at his disposal.
As we walked away from Stocks, Julia joined a few of the old ladies and I fiddled with the app, turning her toy up and down in intensity, watching her reaction. Her body made little jerks, and occasionally her gaze sought me out, but for the most part, she handled it like a boss.
After one particularly heavy attack on her pussy, she drifted over and gave me a tight smile. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
I kissed her. “Yes, babe, I do. You enjoying it?”
She didn’t have to answer, because the gleam in her eyes said it all. “Look, there’s Morse,” she said instead, changing the subject.
Morse was another man I owed the world to. He’d been monitoring Julia’s store, and called me the instant Wesley showed up. Then he’d copied the surveillance footage and rounded up Emily and Link to meet us at the police station. The detectives assigned to the case watched the footage, and then interviewed us both. Julia confirmed that she hadn’t shot until Wesley had attacked her, and since her story lined up with the footage, they released us and told us not to leave town. Thanks to Morse’s quick thinking, and quicker action, we weren’t even booked and no charges were ever filed.
As for Julia’s shop, Wesley’s death had put a quick halt to the purchase of her building. Since her name was still on the house she’d purchased with the asshole, the home was awarded to her. The Dead Presidents had helped her search the premises and his home computer for dirt on her ex, and had found plenty. Not only was Wesley in bed with the Kinlans, he was also screwing over half of Seattle, including Julia’s parents. He’d used “donations” from the Edwards to kick-start his little venture with the Kinlans, and then blackmailed them over their gift.
The dumbasses had trusted the wrong man with both their money and their daughter.
We turned everything over to the feds, and last I’d heard, they’d found a link between Wesley and the Kinlan murders. Who knew what else that sick fucker was involved in? Seattle’s a hell of a lot better off with him gone.
Julia recently signed papers to sell the house she’d shared with Wesley, and had already received a few offers. She was planning to use the money to buy her commercial space so she never had to worry about another eviction notice. Knowing that her parents were being blackmailed, hasn’t changed a damn thing between them. However, when the smoke cleared, her asshole of a father did the right thing and released the payments from her trust fund. She was happy and doing all right for herself, and I was damn proud of her.
We congratulated the bride and groom before making our way around the rest of the room. The entire time, I played with the controls to her toy, watching her as she tried not to react every time I turned up the intensity. At one point, she turned around and bit her knuckle as another orgasm raked through her body. I think that was number three. Maybe four.
I was having a blast, and seeing her like this made my dick harder than it had ever been.
Julia turned on me, her eyes wild, her body glistening, and her face framed with curls that had come loose. She grabbed my hand and tugged me back into the dressing room, locking the door behind us.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said, backing me up against the door.
“What kind of surprise?” I asked, enjoying the role reversal.
She dropped to her knees, unzipped my pants, and freed my rock-hard cock. She licked it from base to head and I let out a moan. I was so damn sensitive she wouldn’t have to do much before I lost control.
