Page 28 of The Crime of Intensity

I bat her hand away. “What did I tell you about touching what’s mine?”

“Then you should hurry instead of just standing there with your dick in hand.” Oh, the sass of this woman drives me completely nuts.

A growl rips from me and I grab her ankle to flip her over. Bare ass in the air, I let my hand fly out and flick her ass cheek. Mag-fucking-nificent. The way her ass jingles, a red print brands her skin. Everything about her makes my cock harder than steel.

Her pussy drips with desire when I climb on the bed and let my cock slide through the drenched lips of her pussy. She moans and pushes back while at the same time, I surge forward to let her impale herself on my hard length.

I grip her hips to gain balance as I throw my head back and close my eyes. Utter bliss flows through me. I will never get used to this feeling of euphoria. No matter how many times I bury myself inside my woman, pussy, mouth, her delicate fingers wrapped around me or my lips on hers…anything that involves her makes my blood sing.

The chemistry our bodies create is a good indication that we belong together. Starting off our lives to see what we can achieve in the years ahead of us.

I barely manage to hold back my orgasm as I slowly start to fuck her. She moans and fucks me back with determination. Sliding my arm in the direction of her pussy, I feel myself pumping inside her body while I tease her bundle of nerves. She starts to clench around me, already close to the orgasm I’m about to give her.

Speeding up my rhythm I give up. There’s no damn way I can hold back when she’s driving me nuts. Besides, what’s the fucking point if I can fuck her any time during the day? I might need a few minutes to recover but then it’s on again.

It’s for this reason I pluck her clit and with the other hand tug her nipples, making her go off like fireworks. Her pussy strangles my cock in rapid waves and it’s then I grip her hips and tunnel a few more times in and out of her pussy before shoving deep and letting stream after stream of cum coat her insides.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I bellow.

My heart feels like it’s ready to leap out of my damn chest as I try to get oxygen into my burning lungs. My knees buckle and I let myself drop beside her. Cock slides out, cum leaking everywhere and I couldn’t give a fuck.

I pull her close and murmur, “Nothing’s more perfect than this moment right here.”

Sliding a protective hand over her belly, I feel her sigh as a happy smile tugs her adorable lips.

“Couldn’t agree more.” She turns and lets her mouth find mine.

The kiss turns hot. My cock twitches and doesn’t have time to go soft. I might not need a few minutes to regain my strength. This woman is all the life force I need to keep going.

EPILOGUE

Nine years later

– KATHLEEN –

“Why does she have to show off, and never ride a horse like anyone else? Would it be so bad to throw on a saddle and brittle for once?” Tomlin, Cosima and Parker’s son, grumbles from beside me.

The worry in his voice while he keeps his eyes pinned on my daughter is a good indication he’s concerned and slightly frustrated on top of it. My daughter, Francine, named after Marvin’s mother, is almost a year older than him. Doesn’t stop him from fancying her, though.

I keep my eyes on my daughter who is riding her horse, Dude, with just a rope around his neck. She isn’t even holding on and is guiding the horse with her legs, the way Eastlynne taught her. The freedom and trust between her and the horse is a tight bond everyone is jealous of.

Marvin is riding beside her on my horse, Baby. I was riding her when he got home, but the way his lips were set in a thin line? I knew he had a bad day at work and it’s why I asked if he could take over from me. Needless to say, he’s now sporting a smile.

It was my day off, which meant it was a day away from being the sheriff, but it also entailed working around the ranch. Nine years ago we moved into the house and started not only a family, but continued another legacy besides working law enforcement, and that meant breeding Quarter horses.

Marvin is the one training them while I simply groom and take care of the stables and such. I like riding horses and taking care of them. Training a horse involves a different set of skills, ones my husband and daughter clearly possess.

Yes, I said husband. I was four months pregnant with Francine when he asked me to marry him. The way he popped the question might not have been a grand gesture, pulling me out of my office chair and demanding we’d get married before I popped out the kid. Though, he made up for it by organizing the wedding himself, inviting the two MCs to our ranch for the ceremony and a barbecue afterward.

I hear a truck and glance over my shoulder. “Your father is here to pick you and Francine up.”

Tomlin smiles. “Finally.”

He steps onto the fence and gives a sharp whistle. Wrench, the old fart he is, is lying on the porch and doesn’t even lift his head at the sound. Tool, the one-year-old dog we adopted a few months ago, jumps up and rushes toward Tomlin who bends down to scratch him behind the ears.

I’ve been trying to train him as a cadaver dog and so far he’s good. See? I do like to train animals, just not the big ones and for completely different purposes.

“Hey,” Cosima quips when she jumps out of the truck, Parker following close behind her.

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