Page 81 of White Hole

I nodded and sucked her earlobe. She moaned.

“Did I slap you too hard at the party?”

I couldn’t even think about the party right now. “Sins, I’ve been without you for a fucking week. Longest seven days of my life.”

“Sorry.” She kissed me deeply, then pulled away. “The scariest part was telling the FBI. I didn’t think they’d listen to us.”

“Well, Levi came in clutch.”

“Yeah, he sure did.”

Levi had found some security camera footage from the apartment he rented. The old renters had a doorbell camera, and he asked if they could look back to when Kinsley’s accident was. Sure enough, they had a snippet of Barrett’s car driving past at a high speed, heading straight for Kinsley’s car. The FBI seemed to be aware of Mayor Grant’s activities for quite some time. They wanted a bigger crime, but ours was good enough to bring him in and try to pin other charges on top. He certainly wouldn’t be mayor anymore.

My father was arrested along with the mayor. Aaron was at home, on break from school. I’d asked him to record Gianna if she tried anything with him again. He got her on a phone recording, asking him to have sex with her. It didn’t matter; Xavier’s people took care of her. And where she was… was no place I would want to be.

Dan was in his dorm, probably. I’d talk with my brothers later. I figured Aaron would be thrilled to ditch the academy once he found out Chief was locked up. We could get him in online school or public school. I already discussed with Xavier that I’d be moving back into our house next semester so I could watch out for him. The house was paid for, so I was banking on my father allowing me into his accounts to pay the bills while he was in prison. Hopefully, for the rest of his life.

“I think we should celebrate.” Kinsley sighed and leaned back, stroking my hair out of my face.

“That’s what I’m trying to fucking do, but you won’t shut the fuck up.” If I were honest, I hoped she would never shut up. I couldn’t stand it when she was quiet. Somehow, her words went from annoying the fuck out of me to being something I needed. Kinsley had given me the words I never could say. I only wished she would shut up now so I could rail her into the next train station.

“I just—”

Before she could get the sentence out, I kissed her and ripped her pants down. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside her. I missed her way too fucking much.

Not even checking that she was wet, I plunged in, and she arched off the bed. “Damn, princess. You pussy is so fucking hot and tight. I gotta stretch you out again.”

“Please.”

“Please stretch you? My fucking pleasure.” As I pumped inside her violently, all the longing I had built up over the past week entered my cock, expelling with every thrust.

Sins lifted her hips, so we connected as deeply as possible. “So fucking big.” She was out of breath, gasping at the shock of my size. Her pussy squeezed me so hard I was suctioned back inside every time I pulled out.

“Your pussy doesn’t want to let go, does it? Come all over it, princess. Own it. Ride this dick like it’s your toy.”Fuck, watching her get off on my body almost made me explode inside her before she had a chance to. I slowed down, and she worked me, humping my pole like a crazed stripper. Gripping the back of her head, I kissed her, tangling my tongue with hers. I couldn’t hold back any longer when I felt her inner muscles contract around me and she screamed in my mouth.

“Can’t fucking last.” I swiveled my hips one more time and held my cock close to her womb and filled her up with a week’s worth of cum. Well, if you didn’t count handjob jizz. Which I didn’t.

“I love you, George,” she panted. I collapsed on top of her, and she made a choking sound. I’d let her breathe in a moment, but I needed to catch mine first.

“I love you, Sins. You’re mine.” I leaned up on my elbows again to stare at her face. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

EPILOGUE

KINSLEY

I wasn’t nervous.Okay… I was. I had a good strategy, though. If I didn’t make it into my first choice, I could easily make it into my second or third. Or anywhere, really. It was a sure shot. I shouldn’t be nervous.

My husband’s palm was sweaty in mine. His leg bounced up and down as his giant thumb twisted my wedding ring around and around my finger. Placing my hand on George’s thigh, he stopped it’s rhythmic bobbing and darted his blue eyes to me.

“Relax. I got this,” I whispered to him.

He tapped his lips to my temple. “I know you do, princess.”

“Kinsley Turner-Whittemore.”

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