Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
What a fucking legacy to leave.
The news report wasn’t even clear who eventually came upon the glass house, finding it strangely empty and the air stale, like it had been closed for a long time.
All the report initially said was that Ben Dalton was a missing person, and gave a number to call with tips.
The information that eventually rolled in?
That was just an endless barrage of bad press. His ex-girlfriends (and even just women he went on one date with) told the media about his relentless stalking. Employees he once worked with talked about his obsessive cleaning habits and his comments on their lack of cleanliness. Even his own parents seemed to struggle to find anything kind to say about the son they’d gone no-contact with for years.
From what I could tell, the cops weren’t really even looking for the guy. Not that they’d find him. Buried beneath a big mulberry tree. Which Kit had chosen because it was one of the messiest fruit trees available. Ben’s eternal resting place would be covered in filth for decades to come. I was just wicked enough to love that.
I’d been worried about Lolly finding out the news, but when I’d come home, she’d been in her renovated basement office, already emotionlessly scanning the news herself.
I should have guessed she would already know. Her job required her to be online all the time.
She’d taken to learning about computers like a fish took to water. Junior was constantly saying that she was a natural, that she soaked up information like a sponge. He even figured that, eventually, she might surpass his skills.
Lolly’s goal wasn’t exactly to make bank like Junior did. She wanted to do good. She wanted to help women tormented by wicked men like Ben. She wanted to teach others how to protect themselves online.
As it stood, she did a lot of independent work, but she had also recently just started working for the private security firm run by the Rivers brothers, lending her hand and knowledge on tricky cases.
“Should have known I’d find you down here,” I said, walking down the basement steps long after we read no fewer than fifteen books as we put our toddler to bed.
Lolly had gone for full-on bright bohemian decor down there. She claimed that she wanted everything to be bright and pretty, since her work forced her to be in dark and ugly places.
The wall behind her laptop was painted like patchwork: pink, yellow, purple, blue, and light green blocks with different patterns on them. She’d forced all of us in the family and friend group to draw the designs of one square, claiming she wanted us all with her in her office.
Her desk itself was made for her by Cain, after a fight between Kit and Ariah about who would get to make it for her. The girls eventually settled on building a whole toy room with homemade imagination playsets (play kitchen, play grocery store, play doctor’s office) on the far side of the basement. So our little girl—and any future kids—would be able to hang with their mom while she was working, while also keeping themselves busy.
“Sorry, I just wanted to clear my inbox again,” she said, not turning around as she typed off a quick reply.
Clearing her inbox was at the top of her priority list, as she wanted to make sure there were no emergency cases she needed to prioritize.
I walked up behind her, my feet squishing into the plush, colorful floral rug that took up most of the floor.
My hands went to her shoulders, massaging the tension out of them that came from sitting in her office chair, sure, but also carrying around a toddler.
She shot off her email, then powered down her computer before leaning back, closing her eyes, and letting out a moan.
“That feels good.”
“I think I know what might feel better,” I said, swiveling her chair around, then reaching for the waistbands of her shorts and panties.
Eyes growing hungry, she lifted up enough to let me draw the material down.
Then she parted for me, letting me in.
And I licked and sucked until she was taut as a bow, until her moans grew loud and constant. Until she was falling apart for me.
She wasn’t satisfied, though.
She barely had a chance to come down before she scooted off the chair to kneel on the carpet with me. Her hands slid down my bare back to push my sleep pants off my hips, leaving me bare, my cock straining.
I reached out, pulling off her top, and smiled at her being naked beneath. Bras hadn’t been a thing since the baby was born. And, yeah, I was a fan of that fact.
Lolly wasn’t patient enough to let me play, though.
She pushed me back until I moved flat on the floor, looking up at her as she climbed over me. Reaching down, she fisted my cock as she straddled me, holding me where she needed me, then sliding quickly down. She threw her head back and moaned as I filled her.