I looked up at Joseph in shock, then he bit out, “There’s nothing to work out. She tried to kill your daughter. That alone should mean more to you than keeping her from prison.”
“Well that’s unfortunate, but you were there to protect her.” It was my mother’s turn to defend Roxie.
“I’m sorry about what happened. I lost my mind for a minute,” Roxie said, playing like it was some minor spat and not attempted murder.
“You’d tried to kill me,” I yelled. Looking at my parents I asked, “Why is she here?”
“Her father is a friend of ours and we want to get this all squared away. None of us want a scandal.”
“We’re out of here, Rachael,” Joseph said, taking my hand.
“I don’t want to see you all again. Except you, Roxie. I hope to see you locked up.”
We were in our car before they could stop us. “What the fuck was that?” Joseph asked.
“I don’t know. My parents have been all about image. I wonder if she has something on them.”
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know. I never had their love, but they would rather save their image than keep me safe. Wow. Joseph, can we just get married as soon as possible?”
“Yes, love. I can call my mother and see what she has in mind for another quick wedding.” He took my hand in his, gave it a kiss, and held it for the ride back. “I love you, Rachael and I’ll do anything to protect you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Epilogue
Joseph
Three years later…
“Have the house demolished,” I ordered. Rachael wanted nothing to do with her parents’ home. They were in prison for a bevy of a charges and they weren’t going to see the light of day. Roxie had been sent there right along with them. Apparently, there had been more going on than any of us knew. Her parents had overspent for the past decade and owed millions. They began a Ponzi scheme and it had come to a head. The Harrison’s had stolen a total of two-hundred and fifty million dollars. They were thrilled that Rachael would be mine because they had hoped she could be their savior. It wouldn’t have happened. They tried to destroy me and they stuck up for their daughter’s attacker. Which I thought was curious, but that was answered when I found out Roxie’s involvement.
She was blackmailing them. They didn’t want it to go away to save face, they wanted the case to be dropped so Roxie wouldn’t rat them out to the police.
“Are you sure, sir?”
“Yes, we need to rebuild it to three family homes on the land.” Rachael walked into the room, holding our little girl, Kylie. “I’ve got to go. Just get it done.” I hung up, then stood and walked around to her.
“How are you feeling?” I asked. Our six-week wait is over.
“Horny, but we need to put this little one down for her nap. How long is your mother going to keep Joey?”
“Overnight,” I grinned. My father knew that I couldn’t think straight the past month and a half. Before her, sex had been irrelevant, but now going without for even a few days made my concentration lapse.
“Good,” she whispered.
“Too bad we can’t leave her there, too,” I suggested, earning me an eye roll. She couldn’t because she was still breastfeeding and Kylie was fussy if she didn’t feed every three hours.
“Who were you on the phone with?” she asked as I took my sweet, little doll from her.
“My construction manager.”
“Oh, good. So everything is in order then?”
“Yes, love. I told you I would take care of it. All of the items have been sold and the people have all been repaid. They had so much expensive crap that there’s money left for the rebuild.”
“That’s perfect. Thank you for doing this.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t need their money. Truth be told, I don’t want their money tainting our family.”
“I don’t want our kids to have it either. We have more than enough.”
“Yes, we do, but follow me because my angel needs a nap and I need to fill your pussy up with the next Middleton.”
“Watch your mouth,” she said with a blush. Having our little girl changed my wife in the cutest way. She’d grown a bit more feminine, her tension wasn’t as high and her heart opened to more people around us. Maybe it had to do with her parents being out of her life, but I felt like she was freer to be herself.
“I love you so damn much, Rachael,” I confessed, my heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest every time she turned her smile to me. We climbed the stairs and placed our baby girl in her crib for her long nap. She was just as perfect as her mother.
“Joseph, let’s hurry,” she whispered, creeping out of the room on her tippy toes. I bit back a laugh and did the same. But sex in the bedroom was out of the question. We were too close to the baby’s room and I had every intention of making her scream the roof off. I caught her down the hall about to sneak into our room. Taking hold of her hand I spun her around and flipped her over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
“I can’t fuck you up here with her napping. I want to do you so hard your chanting my name like it’s your lifeline.” I smacked her ass over her jeans. She squirmed with a giggle. I wasn’t sure where I was headed, but my balls were full and my wife needed to help me relieve the ache. “Do you want that, Rachael? Do you want to come for me?”
“Always,” she moaned,
I stopped in our large garage and sat her on the hood of my car. Her eyes widened as she shook her head at me in disbelief.
“Is this far enough?”
“For now,” I grunted. I grabbed hold of the button on her jeans and pulled them off her body. The garage was temperature controlled, so I wasn’t worried about her freezing. My hands went into her ponytail, pulling out the band and taking her mouth with mine. The kiss was bruising, but I was losing control and she was with me, her hands tugged at my shirt, lifting it over my head. Her lips landed on my chest, placing a kiss on it before running her hands all over my body. She was moving too fast for me. I needed to make her come before I did.
I knelt down and took off her soaked panties. She moaned as I replaced her panties with my hand cupping her warmth. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Are you ready to come? I want the first time on my tongue,” I stated, looking into her eyes as I spread her thighs farther apart and pressed my lips to her pink ones. Her scent was driving me insane and I fixated on tasting her cum. It was all I could think about as I licked her pretty cunt. I parted her lips, ran my finger up and down before pushing into her heat. She was so damn tight. I didn’t want to hurt her, so I fingerfucked her as I sucked on her clit. Her pussy was meant for me, just for me, and it made me hard every time the thought crossed my mind. Thrusting two fingers into her slit, I felt her walls squeeze them, sending a signal straight to my dick.
“Joe,” she cried out, her screams echoing throughout the garage. It was my favorite sound. Lapping up her sweetness like a man possessed, I stuck my tongue into her hole, trying to get more. Fuck, she could sit on my face all day and I’d be a happy man. I needed her now and jumped to my feet. I tugged at my belt and laid it on the hood and dropped my pants and boxers to my knees. My cock stood hard and straight with beads of pre-cum coating the head. In a frenzied need, I grabbed the hem of her shirt and tossed it somewhere, taking her nipple in my mouth and drinking from her milk that started to leak from her breasts. Growling, I parted her thighs, then took hold of my cock and pushed all the way into her. She cried out in a bit of pleasure and pain.
“Mine,” I muttered, her nipple still in my mouth. I popped off her breast and switched to the other refusing to neglect her. She tugged at my head and pulled my face to hers. I knew she had to see the wild look in my eyes, but I was fucking horny, I couldn’t take it. “I’m going to come,” I roared, kissing her as I emptied into her depths. I looked into her beautiful eyes as I attempted to become human again, and I still saw the hunger there. She was ready to come again and I couldn’t leave her hanging especially since I wasn’t even close to finishing.
I pulled out of her and slid her off the hood. I kissed her once more before spinning her around by her arms. “Lean on the car, Rachael,” I demanded as I held her arms behind her. Taking them into one hand, I grabbed my belt and tied her wrists together.
I leaned over her and whispered in her ear, “You’re mine, Rachael. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am,” she panted.
“You like the cool surface on your breasts, don’t you?” I asked, running my hands up her sides lightly, caressing the edge of her breasts.
“Yes,” she squeaked, her body was eager and so was I. I stood straight up and moved my hand to her pussy that was dripping from the both of us. I ran my finger through her slit coating it before slipping into her ass. She sighed as I worked her backside. I don’t know what got into me today, but I needed to fuck as dirty as I could.
“Please, Joseph,” she begged, pushing her ass back and taking more of my finger inside her.
“Baby, you want it dirty. Do you want me to claim your sexy ass?”