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“Did that stop you?! No! You just hopped on his fucking dick faster than a fucking twister! She’s going to tell on me! I shouldn’t have let her help me, knowing she was head over heelsfor you!” He glares at Waylon. “But before they come take me away…I’m going to make you sorry.”
He points at me with dark eyes bent on causing harm. Sure enough, he pulls out a knife and takes a step through the gate.
“I’m going to teach you what it feels like to lose everything.” I grab onto Waylon’s shirt, knowing he’s going to try to hurt him. That would be the only thing that would represent me losing everything.
Before he can take another step, a shot goes off, the knife goes flying through the air, and Tommy starts yelling and crying, grabbing his hand.
“You fucking shot me! You fucking shot my hand off!”
“If you ever come back around my wife and the mother of my kids, I’ll shoot a lot lower next time and I’ll make sure no one calls for help, mother fucker.”
Sirens fill the air, and lights break the pre-dawn silence. Several men hop out once all the cars stop, and they pounce on Tommy.
I’m turned so that my face is buried in Waylon’s chest.
“It’s alright, baby. It’s alright, sweet girl. I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.” I open my eyes only to realize tears are streaming down my face.
“I was so worried about you. That would be how he could take everything away from me, if he took you from me.”
“Fuck, I love you!”
“I love you too!”
“You guys got this? I need to make sure my girl is alright!” He loudly proclaims I’m his and I can’t help but laugh and grin like an idiot.
“We got it, Abernathy. You go ahead and take care of your girl!” Someone yells back at him, but he’s already got me swept up into his arms, and I’m leaning forward to open the door. All either of us can think about is getting into solidifying our love for one another and cherishing what we’ve found. A love that is so much bigger than us, and hot enough it could start a fire no one could ever put out! Our very own heatwave!
Epilogue I
Three Months Later
Oakley
How am I going to make it through a night without him? Since the second time he threw me over his shoulder and took me home with him, we’ve never slept apart. And now I’m expected to spend the night without him! How?
My mom, his mom, and Terry are all sleeping just steps away. But I don’t think I’m going to get any sleep tonight. Which sucks since tomorrow is my wedding day! Whoever came up with the idea that the groom shouldn’t see the bride the night before the wedding should be shot.
A sound has me sitting up…and then falling back down again. Dizziness and nausea have been constant companions of mine since…well, since before I found out I was pregnant. My hand drops to where our baby is growing. Waylon doesn’t know yet. I want to surprise him tomorrow when it’s just me and him. Knowing and not being able to tell him has been so hard. It's been killing me.
The sound comes again, and I sit up slowly this time. The door opens and closes quickly, and a shadow turns swiftly, causing my heart to stop and then start rushing. The shadow steps forward and places his finger to his face.
“Shh, it’s just me, baby.”
“Waylon.” Relief washes over me as I lie back down. “What are you doing here?”
“I wasn’t about to miss a night with you, baby. I can’t sleep if I don’t have you next to me.”
I can’t contain the smile that blossoms across my face. “Me neither.”
“And there’s no way in hell I’m staying away from you when you don’t feel well because of the baby.”
My mouth drops open. “How…how did you…?”
“Baby, I’m a cop. Finding out secrets is what I’m good at. Plus, those tits and that pussy don’t lie.”
“What?” I whisper/hiss it, but it still comes out loud and fully showing my shock.
“Your tits are bigger and more sensitive, and that honeyed pussy has become sweeter and juicier.”
