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“I’ve been dying to go this deep.” James rasped, before sliding back out, and slamming back inside.

I couldn’t say this was a bad feeling, just something totally new. Entirely foreign. Each snap of his hips had him bottoming out, running the engorged head of his cock horribly deep. Deliciously deep.

“Lean down and put your face flat against the bed.” He commanded.

I went down to my elbows and put my face against the soft comforter. And not once did he stop pounding into me with deep, steady strokes. Still not in the desired position, he put his hand in the middle of my back, applying pressure until I dropped down flat, with my shoulders on the mattress.

His hand wiggled in between my body and the mattress, thumb grazing the pebbled bead of my nipple. Somehow, my nipple found a home between the two knuckles of his middle and pointer finger. Once in the desired position, he pulled out, keeping his fisted hand on the mattress, allowing a sharp pinching sensation to radiate through my beaded nipple, shooting a hot burst of pleasure straight to my core.

He repeated the process on the other side, until both of my nipples were held tightly in his grasp. Then he started fucking me. Hard. Much harder than he’d ever done before. Each push of his hips had my knees rising off the bed, which in turn tugged deliciously on my nipples that were still held in his unyielding grip.

To stifle my cries of pleasure, I buried my face into James’ pillow. Breathing in his scent, while he tunneled inside of me, it somehow loosened what little control he had left.

Everything happened at once. My cry of release burst free of my lips, he yanked the pillow away from my grasp, and left with no other way to stifle my screams. I turned my head and bit down on his forearm, staunching my cries of pleasure.

At my own loss of control, he pulled free of me abruptly. My convulsing core cried out at the loss of his thick length. My eyes squeezed tight as I thrust my hands down between the bed and my body, thrusting my fingers into my body to relieve the emptiness he’d left me with.

However, I understood why he’d done it moments later when I felt the hot jet of his semen burst free of his cock and land in wet splashes against my ass, dripping down until it reached my fingers that were still working inside of me with furious pushes.

Once his semen hit my fingers, and our juices combined, another orgasm burst free of me, launching me to the place that I only ever accomplished when I was with James. His cock returned to me, pushing past the two fingers that were still buried deep, and stopped when he hit the end of me.

Leveling himself up, he turned us until we were both on our sides, him still buried inside of me.

When I started to pull my fingers free, he stopped me with his hand, and held us together until his cock softened and slipped free. He removed my fingers, tangling them with his own, and curled them in tight to my body, pulling me closer until no space was left between us.

It was close to five minutes later before my body and mind finally reconnected. “I need to shower.” I said finally.

“In the morning.” He said in a sleep tinged voice.

“It is the morning.” I argued.

“Shiloh.” He sighed.

“But...”

He tightened his arm, effectually stifling my protests.

“Tomorrow. Go to sleep.” He demanded.

“Fine.” I huffed.

Sleep came easily after that. My body was exhausted, and with the one glance at the clock before I nodded off, it didn’t really surprise me. It was going on five in the morning. Tomorrow should be fun.

Chapter 21

You had me at, “I hate that bitch, too.”

-T-shirt

James

I looked across the room one more time at Shiloh’s sleeping form before closing the door softly, and heading into the kitchen. The sound of my mother’s and Janie’s voices woke me around four hours after I’d fallen asleep, and I felt like I’d been run over by a freight train.

My head pounded, my eyes burned, but one thing I couldn’t complain about was my satiety. I was so goddamned sated that I could fucking breath again. Oh, the anger was still there, but the furious recklessness wasn’t. I still would go forward with my plan, but I wouldn’t be stupid about making the plan become reality. Something huge was happening right under my nose. I planned to find out exactly what it was. Today.

“Hi, daddy. I can’t find Shiloh.” Janie said as she saw me.

I smiled. “She’s asleep in daddy’s bed. Mom, could you give me and Janie a minute?”

She smiled her mother’s smile at me, and patted me on the head before leaving the room.

“Janie, I need to talk to you about something.” I started.

“Are you going to marry ‘Loh?” She questioned.

No bullshitting with my girl. She had too much of me in her to deal with shit she didn’t need to. Straightforward was how I liked to deal with everything, and my girl was the same way.

“Yes, baby. I’m going to ask her. I just wanted to make sure you understood what that meant.” I replied.

She looked at me. Those big eyes staring at me. Her blonde hair was in a sideways ponytail and braided. She was wearing tight skinny jeans, her black cowboy boots with the lime green fringe, and a black tank top that said heart breaker on it.

She was nothing like her mother. Didn’t even look like her. For which I was very thankful for. One day Janie might decide that she wanted to know more about her mother, and when that day came, I didn’t want her to have a reminder that a part of her life would forever be missing. Something that was so integral in how she came to be.

“Can I call her mommy?” She finally asked.

My heart stalled, and started galloping full force. “Well, I don’t mind. But I think that’s something you need to make sure is alright with Shiloh first. Okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, daddy. Where were you last night?” She raised her brow. That move was so much like Cheyenne that I wanted to laugh.

“Mom!” I called, knowing she wouldn’t be far away.

My mother entered a few moments later. I was surprised to see that Todd was with her. Even though I’d known that they were together, I still hadn’t been faced with the fact that my mother was now intimately involved with someone. However, one look at Todd’s possessive hand at the small of my mother’s back made me hyperaware.

My father died when I was really young, and not once had I seen my mother with someone in all those years. I was happy that she was moving on after all this time. She deserved to be happy.

I stood and walked over to Todd, holding out my hand. He shook it, nodding his head at me in acknowledgement. Yes, he knew I was okay with him and my mom being together. The flash of relief in his eyes showed that he wasn’t sure how I’d react, which made me smile.

“So, Todd. I was about to tell my mother that I was marrying Shiloh. When will you be making an honest woman of my mama?” I joked.

His eyes narrowed. “Well, we haven’t really gotten that far. She told me I have to ask permission before we discuss dates.”

No bullshitting. Just what I liked.

“You have it. Now, what’s for breakfast?” I said, raising my eyebrows at my mom in question.

Silence echoed through the room at my abrupt change in subject. Then my mom finally came unglued, and disentangled herself from Todd’s arms. Then proceeded to make breakfast.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to wake Shiloh before we get started.” I said, heading out of the kitchen and walking towards my room.

No, strike that. Our room. She wouldn’t be leaving.

The shower was running when I crossed the threshold, and I stopped, took a breath, willing my cock to get under control, and stepped into the bathroom. The shower turned off just as I was opening the door, and my breath halted in my chest as I saw Shiloh step out of the shower, dripping wet.

I swallowed convulsively, letting my eyes wander down her body, but forced myself to remain still. I didn’t have time. There were people waiting downstairs. I had to go meet with Sam and Max. I had to go Christmas shopping. Ring shopping.

My eyes followed Shiloh’s gaze to my forearm where a perfect set of teeth were outlined prominently on the meaty part of my arm. Then my eyes found the tips of her nipples, slightly reddened from last night’s activities, and all the excuses abruptly flew out the fucking window.

Twenty minutes later, Shiloh proceeded me into the kitchen, and then promptly flushed bright red when my mother’s disapproving eyes, and Todd’s humor filled ones, landed on us. Pancakes were half eaten, as well as eggs, sausage, and slightly cold coffee.

I pulled Shiloh’s chair out for her, and she sat, placing a napkin in her lap. I took the chair at the head of the table with Janie on my right and Shiloh on the left.

It was after we finished breakfast, and Shiloh loaded the dishes in the washer that I dropped the bomb. “Shiloh, you won’t be taking Janie to see Anna any longer. I filed a suit for full custody, and I’m getting Anna’s visitation revoked. We’re going to beat her at her own game.”

***

“Did you find anything else?” I asked Jack as he typed away at the computer.

“Not much. What I did find was enough for now. It’ll get the custody suit dropped on her end. Ever heard of a Sloan Lerng? That’s the name that keeps popping up every time you trace Anna’s calls on the days she has Janie. He’s got no history, and I mean none. He doesn’t exist. Which means it’s an alias.” Jack recapped to the group.

Well that much was obvious. I could’ve told you that before I even looked it up. Although, my guess was that it was a burner phone, not that it was actually registered to someone. Which begged me to wonder....why?

Let’s say that he did, indeed, use a burner. That would mean that the burner wouldn’t be registered to anyone in specific. That would mean, if Janie had told the truth, which she did, that it would be the word of a child’s against an adult’s word. And that adult, Anna, could pretty much say she didn’t know what on earth Janie was talking about.

However, by having the phone actually registered to someone meant that he
wanted
to be found. Which, even if we found out who it was an alias for, didn’t mean we could pin it on that individual.

Whoever it was thought he was smart. Too smart to be caught. What he didn’t know was that he’d already made a mistake. He’d messed with the wrong little girl. That little girl not only had a very protective father with an extensive military background, but also the love of five other men, who also had extensive military backgrounds. Not to mention the love of every single member of the SWAT team, who also had extensive military backgrounds.

Whoever this person was, had already signed his own death warrant. He was already standing with one foot in the grave. He just didn’t know it yet.

I watched Jack’s fingers as they typed away at the computer, never looking back at us while he spoke of what he’d found. I watched for the reaction I knew was coming as soon as the words fell from my mouth. I knew he wouldn’t want to do it, and hell, under any other circumstance, I would’ve never even thought to ask this of him. I knew how much they’d suffered, yet I couldn’t
not
do it. This was my baby. My Janie, and I would use ever resource I had at my exposal.

“Jack,” I started. “Can you ask Winter to help?”

Jack’s body froze, and the door behind me opened. I didn’t turn. I watched Jack as the muscles in his shoulders, forearms, and back flexed and then relaxed, as if he was fighting an inner demon.

“Oh, Jamie.” Winter’s voice said from behind me. “The man loves you. Of course, he would ask his beautiful, intelligent wife to help. He loves Janie, as do we all.”

Winter’s tone was light and breezy, but I could tell that she’d meant every word by the sincerity that was very much evident in her voice.

Turning, I found Winter standing just inside the office door, Cat cocooned in a soft-looking blanket in the crook of her arm. She smiled warmly as she walked up to me, went up to her tippy toes, and kissed my chin.

“Now, you take Cat,” she said gently placing the sleeping little girl into my arms. “While Jack shows me what he’s got.”

I looked down at the bundle in my arms and smiled. A little pang of sadness went through me as I stared at her sleeping face. Hair jet-black like her father, with the same porcelain skin as her mother, she looked like a sleeping doll. I’d never even contemplated having another child. Until recently.

I loved Janie with everything I had. When a man had a child, there was nothing to explain it. The entire focus of your life shifts. You live your life, but you live it for a different reason.

Where before, you worked a job so you could have nice things, after a child, you work a job so your child can have nice shoes. Or toys. Or My Little fucking Ponies.

The entire earth shifted the first time I laid eyes on my girl. No longer was I confident in the world around me. Which helped make the decision for me to pursue a career as an Army Ranger. To protect my child the best way I knew how. By making sure the country she lived in was safe and protected.

The only bad thing about that decision was not being able to see her. To smell her. To hear her whisper in my ear about pink spiders crawling over me as she tickled me with her little hand, and the invisible bug I needed to kill before she could go to sleep.

I was here now, though. Janie had me now. And what had caused me to be absent with Janie wouldn’t be an issue with any future children.

Anna and Shiloh couldn’t have been any more different from each other.

Where Shiloh was warm and caring, Anna was hard and indifferent. Where Anna didn’t have direction, Shiloh had become a social worker in three years instead of the usual four. Becoming a licensed professional at the young age of twenty-one.

Shiloh would be an exceptional mother. Hell, for all intents and purposes, she already was. To Janie.

“Deep thoughts?” Sam’s voice pulled me out of my Hallmark Moment.

My eyes raised to his. “Yeah, just thinking about having another kid.”

“You can borrow the girls. They’ll clear that up right quick.” Sam quipped.

I laughed, as he’d intended.

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