Page 30 of Felonies are Forever

She licks her lips and I brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I told you. It was just too crazy how it all happened. Like another round of the same thing. And, when I found out who you were? The conviction, that man that came to the loft…that just scared me. I hate guns. Violence. This underbelly of life. It took my brother from me, the only family member I ever really loved.Well, the only one who loved me back anyway…I mean, what did I really know about you? Nothing.”

“I understand. I do. But listen to me.” I pinch her chin and stare into the face that hasn’t left my mind since the first time I laid eyes on it. “I am a felon. I told you that, but how I got that way isn’t what you think. Did I sell guns? Yeah, I did. A long fucking time ago. I told your father I was out after the shooting that killed your brother.” I swallow hard and let her face go, kiss her head and hope she’s with me. “I was primed to go down. I guess in a way I wanted to go. Wanted a fresh start so I did a plea deal and never looked back. That’s it. I spent my time. When I got out? No one would touch me. Mrs. Takashima took me in again. I learned to make donuts in the prison and I started making them for her store. Before long, she saw something else. She lent me two-thousand dollars and I started that first store. Now, here we are. So, I’m sorry you were scared, but I’m here to tell you, no one or nothing has ever felt like this for me. You are it. I’m all in, little bird. And you’re carrying the only other thing in this entire fucked up world that matters to me.”

She blinks and turns to look out the window. I hold my breath until it hurts.

“I’ve been alone for so long. But that day you walked into the office.” She turns back to look up at me and my heart is in my throat. “When I got on the back of your bike and you drove away with me.” She laughs, a little hitch in her breath. “My fake boyfriend. You know what went through my head?”

“No, baby, what?”

“I’m going to marry him. I’m going to have his babies.”

I smile and kiss her until neither of us can breathe.

“It was crazy but I’m being honest. That was what I thought about. My ovaries were twitching.” She giggles until I’m sporting a hard-on that would get me arrested.

“You know what?” I kiss her forehead. “The first time I saw you in the shop, you know what I was thinking?”

“What?”

“That’s all mine. And I never before, for one second, imagined any of this. But I thought about getting my baby inside you as soon as I could. Seems the universe connected the dots for us.”

“Do you really think my dad was going to take…like, my organs?” Her eyes go wide and I take a deep breath.

“I do, babe. When I was running through the house to come and get you. I saw something. Coolers. With biohazard labels. Two of them in the hands of some guy walking through the hall. Import/export alright. The only import I care about right now is the one in here.”

I rub her belly. I can’t get enough.

“You know what I’m thinking about right now?” Her eyes twinkle and her cheeks turn pink. She looks up and down the aisle and leans into me. “The mile-high club.”

Thirty seconds later, we’re figuring out how to maneuver into the first class lavatory. I’ve got her wrapped around me against the wall, my hand over her mouth as I slam into her until cum seeps out from around my buried cock. I suck one tit, then the other, muffling my own moans as I cum again.

When we walk back to our seats, my girl is all smiles and her head sits on my shoulder.

“I’m a mess,” she whispers, looking up at me like an innocent cherub.

“You’re my mess though. All mine.”

EPILOGUE ONE

Epilogue One

THORNE

“Fuck yes.” I throw my head back and release a long moan, relieving a little of the tension. “You’ve got a mouth on you, girl, and I’m the luckiest fuck alive to have it on me.”

It’s not just her mouth, either, although she’s got skills that would bring the strongest man to his knees.

No, it’s also her damn enthusiasm. On her knees, those wide, innocent eyes looking up at me all twinkly and teasing, with her mouth stretched around the girth of my monster. Damn, just that look on her face tells me she’s exactly where she wants to be.

There’s few things in this life that are better than the view I have right now.

Her tongue swirls and flicks, her tiny hand pumping the base of my shaft, slick with her spit. My balls start to tighten and I know it won’t be long.

She feels it, too. She knows me so well. I’m close to the edge and she knows it, opening her throat as she presses her faceforward, taking as much as she can even as she gags, keeping her eyes pinned on mine.

“You want it, babygirl?”

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