“Well, an exact time of death couldn’t be determined, but it was estimated to be three months prior to the body’s discovery, meaning she died in August, the same month Annabelle and her family were taken to the farm. Octavius had to know she wasn’t working on the farm. So, how did he plan to use her as a bargaining chip if she wasn’t there?”
“Fuck me. You think Octavius killed her?”
“I honestly don’t know, Phoenix. We never found any records of either of them working for him and you said yourself he kept meticulous records. I try not to make guesses, but something about this feels off.”
“Yeah, I agree with you on that. Fuck, I can’t tell her this now. Our daughter is getting married tomorrow. Hell, we were supposed to leave for the rehearsal dinner 15 minutes ago.”
“Go enjoy your weekend with your family. I’ll keep the results to myself and you can tell her whenever you think is best.”
“Thanks, Luke. Appreciate it.”
I disconnected the call and wondered what in the hell we were about to uncover. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time to dwell on it. I had a weekend full of wedding festivities, starting with the rehearsal dinner. “Annabelle! Let’s go! We’re going to be late!”
“Almost ready,” she called back. Yeah, that was the fourth or fifth time she’d said that. If she wasn’t walking out the door in five minutes, I was going to leave her ass at home. I hated being late.
When I heard her heels clicking down the stairs, I looked up and lost the ability to breathe. She had on a strapless, red dress that hugged her curves and stopped just an inch or two above her knees. Her legs were bare, but she had on the sexiest pair of strappy high heel shoes. Oh yes, I would be balls deep in her later when she was wearing nothing but those shoes.
“Phoenix, aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked, clearly annoyed.
“Sorry, doll face. I needed a minute. You took my breath away when you came down the stairs. Damn you look good in that,” I said, taking quick strides to her. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me. “I will be fucking you in those shoes later.” She moaned and pressed her hips against mine. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll be fucking you before we go, too.”
She gasped. “No, Phoenix. You’ll mess up my hair.”
That was her only protest? I growled, “I won’t touch your fucking hair. Turn around and put your hands on the stairs.”
“Phoenix, we don’t have time for this,” she protested, weakly.
I spun her around and pressed on her back, forcing her to bend forward and place her hands on the stairs. Pushing the hem of her dress up over her hips, I grabbed the minuscule piece of fabric she was trying to pass off as underwear and, with a quick tug, I tore her panties from her body, baring her wet pussy to my hungry eyes.
“Spread ‘em wider for me, baby,” I said as I freed my cock from my pants. She widened her stance and I stepped forward, rubbing the head of my cock through her slippery slit.
“You’re soaked, baby. Were you wanting me to fuck you?”
“I always want you to fuck me,” she moaned, trying to push herself back onto my cock.
I slapped her ass. “Bad girl. You get my cock when I give it to you.”
“Please give it to me.”
I grabbed her hips and shoved into her, setting a hard and fast pace. Reaching around with one hand, I rubbed her clit to help push her over the edge. Half a dozen more thrusts and I felt the walls of her pussy rippling around my dick while she clawed at the stairs and screamed my name. Seconds later I was shooting my own release into her.
As a result of our ministrations, we were a few minutes late to the rehearsal, which everyone pointed out because I am never late. Annabelle turned the color of her dress from head to toe, clearly giving away the reason for our tardiness. Once everyone had gotten their jabs in, we got down to business and knocked the rehearsal out in less than an hour.
The dinner was at a nice Italian restaurant in town. The only downside was Gram and Pop weren’t there. Gram called a few hours before the dinner in a tizzy because their flight had been delayed. According to Gram, the small airport basically shut down because the President just had to visit his coastal home on the same weekend of her granddaughter’s wedding. Gram continued to rant until Pop took the phone from her and explained they would be on their way as soon as the airspace restrictions were lifted. At least they weren’t going to miss the wedding.
Surprisingly, we managed to have a nice, drama-free dinner. Afterward, Annabelle left with Ember and the girls, shadowed by Coal, Edge, and our newest prospect, Kellan, while the rest of the boys and I went back to the clubhouse.
It was a Friday night, so the brothers not in the wedding already had the party going at the clubhouse. I wasn’t planning on staying long. Annabelle was dropping the girls off and then going to the airport to pick up Nathan. I wanted to go with her, but she didn’t want to overwhelm him right away. I didn’t quite get that. He knew about me and his siblings, but she was his mother and knew what was best.
I leaned back against the bar and brought my beer to my lips. I noticed Crystal eyeing me, as she wriggled in the lap of another brother. I didn’t acknowledge her, just turned my head and continued my conversation with Badger. When I looked back several minutes later, she had her eyes on me again.
“She causing problems again?” Badger asked, nodding his head slightly in Crystal’s direction.
“Nah, but I don’t know why in the fuck she keeps looking at me.”
“She wants you. She’s letting you know,” he said, like I was an idiot.
“I know that, fucknut. I’ve already made it clear to her that I’m not interested. She needs to let it go or I’m going to have no choice but to kick her ass out.”
