Page 29 of A Method to His Madness

“What?” Waylon shouts.

“Big mistake letting me anywhere near this angel.” He licks up the entire right side of my face, looking my husband in eye as his balls rap loudly off the underside of my bottom. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. “Only a man who’d never experienced Ashley could think it’s possible to give her up.”

Waylon is wheezing, stomping his feet. “Oh, she’s going to come home today and give me the same treatment she’s giving you right now. Mark my words. Or I’ll put her family out on the street.”

“First of all…” Caleb says thickly, beginning to pant, sweat dotting his upper lip. “You haven’t been paying attention. She’s only giving me this treatment because I treatedherright first, you spineless coward. That’s how it’s fucking done.”

“Yes,” I breathe, well aware that I’m looking at him with pure hero worship.

That’s what he is. A hero. A real man.

“Does that feel good, little girl?” Caleb asks, going for broke now, his breath shallow.

“It feels so good,” I gasp. “So good.”

And I know him like the back of my hand and I know he’s getting close to climaxing. His blue eyes are glassy, his shaft barely fitting now, it’s so heavy and swollen. He’s going to come inside of me, right there is front of my husband. The darkest, most secret urges I’ve discovered over the last few days are running loose inside of me and I’m rolling my hips forward, getting filled harder for my efforts, my whimpers getting louder, out of my control. So good. It feels so right and so good.

Look at me. Look how I’ve harnessed my free will.

Witness how you can’t hold me back anymore.

“Second of all…” Caleb begins, trailing off, his jaw slackening, thanks to me getting close to orgasm too, my inner walls beginning to throb and tighten around him, my back arching like a wire is being bent inside my spine, thighs starting to tremble. “Hold on,” he says hoarsely, “I’ll explain the rest in a minute, Waylon. I just need to creampie your wife.”

“Fuck you!”

“I’d say ‘fuck you ‘back, but I’m going to make her come, instead. In a way you’ll never be able to do. How about that?” Caleb pounds forward to the hilt and we both lose our grip on the tension, electricity snapping as that now familiar painful relief ebbs and flows along with the fluids from our bodies, our sexes locked together in an unholy spasm while I cry out, my thigh muscles jumping, Caleb letting loose a string of curses in my ear, his come audibly dripping onto the desk. “Such a Daddy’s girl,” he says into my neck, his tone raw. As raw and perfect as I feel.

Reclaimed by myself and Caleb, by choice.

Renewed.

Understood.

But still not quite at peace.

Not yet, at least.

Caleb

I sense Ashley’s tension rising again as I reluctantly pull out of her and zip up, but I cup her jaw and give her a firm kiss to remind her everything is going to be fine.

Better than fine.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this,” Waylon is complaining, pacing in front of the desk.

“Frankly, I can’t believe you did, either,” I say, covering my future wife back up with her dress. Sliding her off the desk and into my arms, holding her while she comes down from her orgasm, swaying her gently, my fingers stroking up and down her beautiful spine. “You should have cherished her like the treasure she is, Waylon. But it’s too late now, isn’t it?”

“Nope.” He smiles with teeth, making me want to deck him right in his weasel face. “She’s legally bound to me.”

“That might be true. For now.” I drop one hand to my upper desk drawer, retrieving the printed paperwork that was emailed to me last night. Paperwork that contains facts I spent the day verifying. “But the only reason she married you was to keep her family’s land.” I pause to make sure he’s paying attention. “And that land was never really yours to hold over their heads, was it, ol’ Waylon?”

He goes still, his left eye ticking. “I’m sorry?”

“You are. But staying on track…” I lean down and kiss Ashley’s cheek, then her sweet lips, knowing she’s still in need of soothing, pampering. Her well-being comes before everything. “Your father mortgaged that land with false information. He got the loan based on a bunch of lies and the bank was very interested in hearing the details.” I flip through the pages, before picking up the whole packet and tossing it at him. “Your father is wanted for fraud in two states. That’s why he put your name on the deed. But again, seeing how the application was a bunch of lies, that land is in the process of returning to its rightful owner. Ashley’s parents. You have no hold over them or my future wife anymore.”

Waylon is shrinking. Growing smaller in front of my very eyes.

Which is saying a lot. He was a tiny man to begin with.

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