Page 117 of Brutal Kingdom

Rolling me onto my back, he slides inside me and resumes the maddeningly slow pace he set in the shower.

Painstakingly slow, impossibly deep. “Do you feel it, baby?” He huffs against my ear. “Do you feel how deep I am? How different this feels? Do you know what that means?”

“What?” I gasp when he hits that spot deep inside me.

“It means there’s finally nothing holding us back from each other. Our souls are finally joining.” He groans. “Fuck, it’s better than anything I ever imagined.” He pushes my hair away from my face, staring deep into my eyes. “God, Jordy. I see you. I see all of you.”

Our pace quickens, “Yes. Jordy. I want it too. I want it all with you.”

A strangled cry escapes my throat. I lock my arms and legs around him, wishing it could be like he says.

“That’s it, baby. Take it deep inside.” He growls deep, the sound rolling in his chest, as he coats my walls.

We lay locked together as he rolls us onto our sides, holding me close until he softens, finally slipping free. With my head on his chest, listening to his heart, I allow myself a second to indulge in a twisted fantasy. One that will never happen. But for these few moments, I allow myself to pretend and think, what if?

FORTY-FIVE

LOGAN

It was hard as shit dragging myself away from Jordanna this morning. I filled her up so many times last night that if she wasn’t religious about getting her shot, ten months from now, we could be having a baby.

I’m not ready to become a father just yet and I’d never derail her plans for her future by putting her in that situation. But, since that day in the park, I’ve been thinking about it, because there’s no future I can imagine without her in it.

I greet everyone as I slide into my seat next to Bella. Fixing myself a cup of coffee and grabbing a roll, I pretend not to notice her watching me.

“They canceled classes today, so what’s everyone getting into?” Olivia asks.

Bella brushes me off every time I ask about an update on the inheritance case. The news about Jordanna claiming to be an heir has already spread around school, and after their run in at the party, I told her this lawsuit is a distraction we don’t need. That’s when she came up with the excuse that there are papers she’s sure will prove Jordanna’s a fraud. I told her I’d like to get a look at those documents. I’m still waiting for a response.

“Well, I was thinking Bella and I could go to her house and have a look at those files she mentioned.”

Her head whips to mine. “Are you sure you want to spend our day off reading through a bunch of papers?”

“Absolutely. Maybe we’ll find something to help your lawyer speed things along. Every day there’s a question, is another day Jordanna will use to her advantage. We need to put an end to this frivolous claim as soon as possible. Don’t you agree?”

Tabitha jumps in. “I don’t have anything going on. I’ll come help.”

A few more people agree to come along. Bella sits quietly, fuming. I’m sure she’ll think of a way to get out of this, but at least for the duration of breakfast, she’s distracted from asking where I went last night.

Tabitha and I are hanging at my place a few hours after breakfast, still waiting for Bella to let us know she’s ready to take a ride to her parent’s place to pretend to look for papers that don’t exist.

“You know she’s never gonna call, so why are we just sitting around?” Tabby asks.

I look up from the email I’m reading. “Just because she’s not gonna call doesn’t mean we can’t go to her house and offer our services.”

“You wanna pop up there?”

“I’m betting if we do, Bella will get a call and have no choice but to meet us to cover her lie. If it’s not a lie, we’ll get a look at those papers. Either way, we’ll see what game she’s really playing.”

Tabby bounds off the couch with a gleam in her eye, going to stand by the door. I haven’t seen this spark of mischief in her in a long time. “Let’s go pay the home of your future in-laws a visit.”

The staff lets us into the house without question, when I say we’re meeting Bella here. Tabitha and I enjoy a glass of water and wait about ten minutes before the staff starts feeling awkward about our being here.

The maid asks, “Are you sure Miss Lance is meeting you here?”

“Yes. We’re supposed to meet here with a few other people. I guess Tabitha and I are the first to arrive. But I can see nothing is prepared yet. Are you saying we got the time wrong?” I ask, as if the staff has dropped the ball.

“Oh, no. You’re just a little early. But it’s fine Mr. McKay. We’ll have everything completed shortly.”

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