Page 19 of The Crime of Intensity

Like fireworks, my body feels the spark and explodes from the inside out. Her pussy spasms around my cock as it thickens and pulses inside her, spraying a load of cum inside her to make sure every inch of her womb is decorated with it.

At least, that’s what it feels like because my cock keeps pulsing and my legs are twitching with tremors. I’m unable to keep myself upright, causing my body to press Kathleen deeper into the mattress. I’m completely spent, my energy drained, out of breath, and my heart feels like it’s ready to leap out of my damn chest.

“Fuck. That was brilliant,” I mutter between puffs of breath.

Kathleen pats my back. Weird reaction.

With great effort, I barely manage to lift myself slightly to glance at her face. “What’s with the ‘atta boy’ back pat?”

Kathleen snorts a laugh and keeps her eyes shut. The sated look on her face is what soothes my ego and conscience. I gently pull out of her and roll my weight off her as I take her with me. Settling her body against mine, I release a deep content breath and stare at the ceiling.

How fucked-up the world is with all the pain, loss, trauma, and everything that’s happening…how fucking perfect this moment right here is where we hit pause and let the world revolve around just the two of us.

Decisions in life can be right or wrong and no one knows beforehand. Said decisions made by following your gut instinct are a bit less of a gamble and yet it also doesn’t give you the certainty you aim for when you follow it through. Life is filled with lessons and experience, and I knew there were variables of uncertainties when I made the decision to move here.

Deep down I knew she was worth it. From the moment I saw her, when I researched everything about her, when we worked side-by-side, even though her sass and going head-to-head it was a validation we belonged together.

It has been a long damn time since I’ve felt this relaxed. I’m almost dozing off when I feel Kathleen shift beside me. Her hand lingers on my chest when she stares down at me.

“Yes, you are the first man I had sex with. Not so weird when you know I was born into a motorcycle club and had a lot of overly protective idiots surrounding me. Dating or fooling around was out of the question, and once I started my career it was not something I could afford. Especially once I became the sheriff.”

“Banging the sheriff gives leverage, or so some fuckers might think,” I growl low, anger and realization hit me full force.

No wonder she never let any man in her bed.

Her voice is soft with a grateful undertone when she states, “While you went above and beyond to show me nothing stood in our way, making me come first before anything else. No ulterior motive.”

I squeeze her lush ass. “Other than claiming this ass and branding your pussy as mine, and mine alone.”

A glimpse of her rolling her eyes is all I get before she snuggles close and places her head on my chest. The world feels right with my woman in my arms. We fall into a comfortable silence and I can feel myself drift off.

We should talk some more about life, how we go from here, and especially about my cum sitting warm and comfortable inside her. She never did answer my question about birth control. Though, she was aware I was ready for any consequences and would relish completing our lives with the shared future ahead of us.

Somewhere in the distance, I hear her murmur, but I’m too tired to answer and start to dream of what our future might entail.

CHAPTER NINE

– KATHLEEN –

“We should text Dean the information we found out,” I muse with my eyes closed.

I rub my cheek against Marvin’s chest, loving the way his powerful body feels underneath me. He doesn’t give a reply of any sort and I lift my head to see he’s sleeping. I feel a smile tug at my face. I should be completely spent as well and yet I feel completely recharged.

Shifting my body, I try to slide out of bed and wince at the sore feeling between my legs. Okay, my body might not be completely recharged, but my mind surely is. Tiptoeing into the bathroom, I take a quick shower and let my mind wander over the moment Marvin and I just shared.

It’s not like I saved myself for marriage or for the right person to come along. It simply never felt like the right moment. Besides the reasons I gave Marvin of course. Growing up in an MC filled with overly protective men doesn’t make it easy to find a moment alone with a guy.

I guess it’s all in the past now. What Marvin and I shared, the kind of person he is, I can only attest that it’s meant to be. My steps falter when I realize this little fact and swallow hard. I live for the evidence instead of believing in fate.

Shaking my head, I throw the towel in the hamper and throw on a large shirt. Snagging Marvin’s phone from his pocket, I send Dean a quick message to make sure he knows the crucial details.

He instantly messages back that he’ll handle the DNA request and that he might have something to compare with. My interest is spiked, but sadly his message also states he’ll explain everything tomorrow morning over breakfast.

I glance at Marvin who is still sound asleep. My body is tired but my brain is running overtime. I stalk to the tiny desk in the corner and take out my laptop. At least I can do a little research through my backup laptop.

Starting with the list of names Marvin had of all the people with a connection or background of a crime scene cleaner, I dig through everything again but this time I focus on the ranch hand. If he was the grandfather of the killer, he might have different connections and family who may know who we’re looking for.

Lucian Riggs sent Iris and his grandkid to his brother. It seems Lucian’s mother remarried at a young age and had another kid with someone else. Which means Lucian’s brother is actually a half-brother who has a different last name.

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