Page 34 of Meaner Than Evil

He scowls, and at first glance, he looks mean as hell, but if you look past the intimidation of it, his eyes are just hawkish focus.

"You want in on the fight against trafficking?"

"Yes. I can use my law degree and become an advocate for the victims, raise awareness, and help using the skills I have too. I'm one hell of a lawyer, in case you weren't aware." I straddle him, and his hands rest on my hips.

"I'm well aware," he smirks. "What about your career?"

"What about it? I'm a lawyer. I can lobby on behalf of trafficking victims." I open his towel and expose his manhood.

"When?" He asks as he pulls my tits down to his mouth.

"Immediately. Tomorrow. I'll hold a news conference and make the announcement that I'm going to shift my focus to fighting human trafficking."

His lips kiss everything, and I slide his cock inside me, then I begin grinding my hips on him. He grabs my ass, pulling me tight against his cock, then he stands. I hold his broad back and balance myself as his lips suck and his tongue flicks my nipples walking us into my bedroom.

He kneels onto the bed, and I hold on tight as he crawls across it to the middle. Then he lowers me gently and takes over the grinding. His stroke is pounding, but it's slow and deliberate, giving me his full attention.

As he fucks me, I ask him. "Hammer, may I come home?"

An hour later, I'm curled up, laying in front of him, and he's asleep, spooning with me. I close my eyes and smile as sleep slips inside.

God, I missed him so! His touch, smile, scent, laugh, cock, and everything, I smile, knowing I'm home safe.

Epilogue

Somewhere on the outskirts of Las Vegas, NV

The Chicken Ranch

Cock Blockers, Inc. Headquarters

Outside the Ranch House

Two months later

Logan

"You look beautiful, Logan. Radiant." My mom tells me as she sticks her head inside the room. "I'm not going to cry, I promise."

I smile at her. "You and I both know that isn't true."

She waves my comment off with her hand, and we both laugh, then she closes the door.

Siri Moore, Aurelius' wife, and Jorja Malone, Jocko's wife, are putting the finishing touches on my wedding veil when there is a knock on the door.

"Come in," I call.

The door opens, and there stands Jack wearing the black tux with tails that Duane made for him, looking like a man on a mission. The effect makes him look like a dark Prince Charming.

"Jack! What's wrong?" My heart races wondering what the fuck has happened.

"Nothing now." His lopsided grin makes me shake my head.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I just wanted to make sure we are in fact getting remarried today."

Siri points her finger at him and advances, "Jack Black, you need to get out of here, right now! The groom isn't supposed to see the bride before the ceremony. It's bad luck."

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