Page 231 of Bad for Me

“Hmmm,” he thinks aloud. He lets go of her hair and paces around the spacious closet. “Orgasms are for good girls, and I don’t think we should reward her for acting that way.” He gives her a stern look, and she pouts.

“Thank you, Cain, for getting me such beautiful clothes. I’m just so overwhelmed…this isa lot,” she murmurs as she gives me her most innocent, wide-eyed face. She fiddles with the charm bracelet on her wrist, clinking them together.

I grew up with Wisteria, and I know that expression is fake. But that doesn’t make it any less potent. It doesn’t make my cock softer or the blood pounding through my veins slow down.

“Anything for you, baby girl, but don’t think that’s gonna change our minds.” She sighs, then looks at Colin again, imploring him with her saddest puppy dog eyes.

He stands next to me, leaving his hip against the dressing counter. “If you’re good tonight, maybe we can revisit this. For now, I think you need to think about the consequences of your actions.”

My cock presses to my zipper, begging to be freed. As desperate as it is to sink into Wisteria, Colin is right. She needs to learn how things are going to be. We’re going to take care of her. Protect her. And tell her no. She won’t always get her way like she used to.

Before I can sulk, he grabs my collar and pulls me in for a kiss. He nips my bottom lip before unzipping my pants and freeing me. His firm grip is enough to already have me on edge.

“Take what you need to get dressed and leave. Finish getting ready,” Colin orders her.

She opens her mouth to protest, but one punishing look from him has her huffing as she picks out a pair of tan boots and leaves. Colin closes the door, then returns to me.

“Did you think I’d leave you wanting?” he asks me in a knowing way, his lips right at my ear.

“No, but I wanted both of you. Like we used to do…”

He spits in his hand, using it to slide down my length. He moves in steady, sure strokes that have me bucking into his hand, chasing a release I desperately need.

“I promise you, we’ll have the rest of our lives to do all the things we want to do,” he croons as he nips at my neck. “To each other…” I set his hair free, running my fingers through his thick locks. “We’ll take her pleasure to heights she’s never experienced. Make her scream so loud the whole farm hears her…They’ll know she’s ours.”

Fuck, he knows exactly what to say to get me going. I thrust into his fist, devouring his dirty mouth in a sloppy fury. He swallows my groans, only letting my lips go when I finally spill into his hand with a shout.

“Let’s hope she heard that–it’ll make her think twice about acting like a spoiled princess,” he teases as he takes her dirty panties from the hamper and wipes his hands, then me off.

He kisses me one more time before heading off, to either change or give Wisteria one of his gloating, shameless smiles. I look at the clock, sighing to myself when I see we barely have thirty five minutes left.

12

JUDE

They arrive five minutes late.Cain’s turtleneck does a bad job of hiding the teeth marks on his neck. Colin has too much of a pep in his step for such a somber occasion, and Wisteria has the look of a dejected puppy who wasn’t given a treat.

Her face is red from the cold and snow flakes cling to her hair and coat. She opens it, revealing a blue dress that makes her violet eyes glow. It clings to her figure, fitting like a glove. My mind runs wild thinking of what happened while I was gone. Part of me is jealous that they touched her, and another part of me wants to play along.

As soon as the doors clang shut behind them, the room falls into silence. Every single eye is glued to her as I motion for them to come forward. Hushed whispers and gasps ripple through the room as she moves. The further she gets down the center aisle, the louder the crowd’s voices become.

When she gets to the altar, I offer her a hand to help her up. Cain and Colin follow, standing on my other side. Wisteria may look calm, but I can see her fear in her mannerisms. The way she shifts her weight from foot to foot. Her lack of smile.

“I’ve called everyone here today to share some news,” I announce. We gather in an old, converted barn, so the acoustics let my voice carry. “Wisteria Jean is returning to us after six long years away.”

There’s no clapping or cheers. Everyone looks to Wisteria, some with confused expressions, and others with suspicion or hateful stares. I take a moment to gauge their reactions before continuing.

“After we’ve done extensive research, we found out that Wisteria was wrongly accused of treason. I’m lifting her exile, and welcoming her back to Harvest Farms with open arms, and encourage you to all follow my example.”

Mason Judd, Mandy’s father, raises his hand to address me. He has audacity interrupting my sermon, but I let him. His inflated sense of importance from being one of my father’s friends will serve me in this instance.

“With respect, Father Jude, how do we know she’s truly trustworthy? Your father is a wise, fair man, and I doubt he would make such a decision without having all the evidence in hand.”

“He had ironclad evidence against her aunt and mother, but none against Wisteria Jean. She was unaware of their true intent. Despite her innocence, her life is in danger from their crimes.”

Judd sits down, and I sweep my gaze across the room, ensuring that I have everyone’s attention.

“Norma was asked to leave because she and her sister were secret operatives for a dangerous group of people who want to harm us, who don’t approve of our community’s peaceful ways. That group attacked us last night, on our territory. They shot me while I protected Wisteria Jean. I’m here to let everyone know that myself, Colin, and Cain are working with our soldiers to secure the farm, neutralize the threat, and make sure that they know exactly who they are messing with.”

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