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“She’s pregnant, Monty.”

“Pregnant–?” I whispered back at him. “She’s not pregnant, Easy. She’s emaciated, for Christ’s sake!”

“Doctors don’t know how healthy it will be. Isabella is on the phone explaining to them how her brother likes to use shocking devices on women. Like… cattle prods and fucking tasers. I–” He shook his head. “I–”

“I know. It’s gonna happen.” I patted his shoulder again and we walked out of the room.

Chapter 24

Montana

I didn’t hidea thing from Patrick, there wasn’t any reason to. Crystal was a cop, she could tell them anything she wanted. They’d been watching us all along. I advised Easy to be honest with them for the same reason, and he did. The others we allowed to hold firm to the notion of not cooperating with police.

It served us to do so. If they were behind bars, they wouldn’t be accused of what we were plotting.

I ran my fingertips along Daisy’s brow and she shifted, pressing her breasts against me. I reached down and gripped her ass like I owned it.

“Carl,” she exclaimed, as her eyes snapped open.

“That’s me, love.” I winked and came in close to kiss her neck.

She tugged at my hair, and I lowered my head to nuzzle and nip at her breasts. I ran my hands over her hips to her knees and gathered them.

“Carl, I’m too old for that shit.” She laughed.

“Uh-uh. You ain’t never too old for this. Now, be a good girl and get into position,” I encouraged, despite the way her eyes bugged with warning.

I leaned down and kissed her nose and then her lips and she hesitantly obliged.

“There’s my girl.” I ran my hand up her bottom and teased my fingers over her labia, marveling at that sprawled, peach-like presentation. “There she is.”

“Are you having a conversation with my bottom?” she abruptly asked.

“Not yet,” I laughed.

I landed a sharp swat to the meatier portion of her ass and she tried to drop her legs. My nondominant arm pinned them and I began to patiently pepper her pussy with a series of swats that grew in intensity, until she stopped trying to shift about and shot both hands down to guard my target.

I knew she would, I grabbed both wrists in one swoop and hauled her up into a folded, immobilized position. I forced a kiss on her that grew into a tongue war. When it ended, I nipped at her lower lip and growled, “I thought it was mine?”

“It is yours but that don’t mean you have to–”

I dropped her hands and swatted her cunt.

“Carl!”

“Don’t scold me,” I cupped her folds and pumped her pussy with my palm, silencing all her protest until they collided in a rugged breath.

I ground the heel of my hand against her clit until she was squirming and rocking against it with need.

“Now you want my touch…” I stopped and returned to tapping, but didn’t let it grow into the firmness of the previous ones.

“I–” She bit her lip and stared at me.

“Is it mine, or isn’t it?” I demanded, while staring into her eyes.

“It is,” she whispered.

I cupped and hugged at her pussy. She was already wet around the core, so I spread it up and down the length of her slit and promptly stuffed two fingers into her. I wasn’t gentle aboutit, I dragged them in and out of her and lodged them as deeply as I could only to curl in search of her sweet spot. After a few repeated attempts she started to get breathy, and tormented.

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