His Reluctant Savior (The District #3)

31. Chapter 31

Like Mardsen, Rush cried like a fucking baby, though he held himself together longer than Mardsen did. In the end, they were both gone by their own hands. Their reputations were ruined, and their families would suffer from the aftermath, but in the end, the men made their own choices. Their actions caused all this.

We framed Derrick Meckes with the murder of Evelyn Vega, playing it off as a lover’s quarrel. I fucking hated that part. Evelyn deserved so much more. But Sid convinced me that in the end, I still lived and had something to look forward to, and the lie protected me from discovery.

Surprisingly, after his arrest, Derrick kept quiet about what he knew. He probably sensed his own demise should he speak out, knowing those closely involved had died or had been ruined. Despite the suicides, he would see them as suspicious.

Congressman Fines’ car went out of control while he’d been drinking and crashed his car over the edge into the Potomac River off George Washington Parkway, dropping about fifty feet. He died on impact. We had Layla wipe his computer clean of all evidence tied to that video.

In fact, all traces of the video had been destroyed where we could find them, along with my evidence. There might have been others floating around, but we couldn’t do much about that until a copy surfaced, if ever. There was only one copy left, and that was in the hands of The District to be used as collateral if we needed it.

We didn’t bring to an end a sex trafficking ring, but we gave justice to one young woman who held no power and no one cared about but us. And those men would no longer represent the American people.

The government was thrown into chaos, and the American people were shocked at the suicides of Rush and Mardsen. The news and other media outlets had a lot of commentary and opinions as to the timing of their deaths, and conspiracy theories went rampant. They even tried to tie the death of Congressman Fines to the suicides, but they would find nothing. Veil and Layla would keep track of anything potentially leading back to us or anyone making accurate connections .

Justin Patel from CloutFox ran from the United States and went into hiding in an unknown country. The U.S. would eventually find him and he’d be extradited home for trial for pedophilia. He could hide for as long as his money held out, or people got tired of protecting him. In the end, he was finished.

Meanwhile, Devon Mercer lost everything. Once his company suffered, his stock crashed, and people sold off all their shares from Oilvo. There were talks about selling the company for cheap, not wanting to lose out on oil and gas production. If it did and he recouped his money, we would find other ways to make Mercer’s life a living hell.

Even better? Once the money vanished, so did The Brotherhood. There was no point in working a job if they wouldn’t get paid or the contract was null.

One month later

“Why do I feel like we didn’t make the world a better place after all this?” I asked after turning off the news and resting my head on Sid’s lap on the couch in his condo.

He dragged gentle fingers through my hair, with his other arm draped over the back of the couch, holding his tumbler full of bourbon, looking down at me. “I know it seems like we didn’t do enough. Get rid of one bad guy, and another crops up. Plus, it’s not what you hoped for. They didn’t get prison time or call out to the world what they truly were. But think of it this way… Rubi can rest in peace. We not only got rid of a rapist and pedophile, but we st opped a corrupt leader in the DOJ and a corrupt congressman. I think we did a pretty good job, if you ask me. Did the world learn of their sins? No. But they can’t hurt anyone else again, especially you, Boy Scout. In the end, you are family. You are mine. I protect what is mine with my life. I will do whatever it takes.”

I reached for his face, pressed my palm to his cheek, and smirked. “ Whatever it takes? Hmm, should we test that theory?”

His brows dropped, and his blue eyes gleamed and sparkled from the dim lighting of the lamps. “Theory?! Fact, Boy Scout. It’s a fact.”

“Prove. It.”

He set his glass on the end table. “Oh, you’re asking for it.”

I huffed at him. “Promises, promises, but I don’t see any action happening. Typical.”

I swore I just blinked, and suddenly, I was face down on the couch with him pressed against me and my arm twisted behind my back. “Testing me, are we? Are you sure you want to test me? I may just fuck you raw right here, and my cock is dying to be inside you again. It’s been too fucking long, Boy Scout.”

Sid punched his hardening cock against my ass. “Too. Fucking. Long,” he growled in my ear, sending waves of chills across my needy skin.

I swallowed hard from the arousal, anticipation, and a little bit of fear. Sid could be intense. Still, I pushed his buttons further. “I dare you.”

I wouldn’t have pushed this burning heat between us had Owen been home. He was hanging out with Luca and Dante to give Sid and me some alone time .

In two swift movements, he had his fingers wrapped around the bands of my underwear and joggers and tugged them down to my knees.

His strong fingers kneaded my flesh almost painfully before spreading my cheeks apart. “Damn, I can’t wait to get inside you. And thank fuck we got tested. No more condoms. I’m going to feel your smooth heat as I was meant to.”

Those long fingers of his dragged up my back, underneath my Henley, and shoved the fabric over my shoulders, where he bit the exposed skin.

I hissed. “Ouch.”

“You love it…”

I really did, and my cock was on board with the way it swelled underneath me.

Sid tugged my shirt over my head, and I removed it the rest of the way as he pulled off the rest of my clothes. His hands roved all over my legs, ass, and back.

“God, I missed this body,” he said.

“It’s only been a few weeks.”

“It may as well have been a few years.”

I rolled my eyes before he playfully smacked my ass.

“Turn over,” he ordered.

I lay on my back as he stood, pulling off his jeans and underwear, and then tossing his shirt over his head, everything landing in a heap on the floor. His ab muscles rippled and his pecs flexed. Shit, I missed his body, too.

“You like what you see, Boy Scout?”

I snorted a laugh. “Ego much?”

His smile was wide. “It’s better than how it used to be. ”

I frowned at that. “You’re right. I’m sorry… I was only teasing.”

“Shut up. So am I,” he said, hovering over me and smothering my mouth in a deep kiss full of owning tongue.

When he pulled away, he straddled high over my body and leaned down, his cock dangling and twitching over my face. The head was flushed red, smooth, and glistening, and the veins were thick with promises of a good time. His body heat flushed my face even more.

I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along the underside of his length, then curled it around the head.

“Yes… Suck me,” he rasped.

I placed my hands on his thick thighs made of steel and opened my mouth wider. He slid his cock in slowly, watching my every reaction with intense and intent denim eyes.

Sid rolled his hips slowly, careful not to choke me, but still, my mouth was stretched, and I could only take him so far.

“Look at you take me, babe. God, I love watching you swallow me down. Do you know how many times I imagined this after leaving Vienna? It was all I had left of you… only fantasies. Now, here we are, like fucking fate.”

I grunted around him as my eyes watered, trying to breathe through the stretch and aching jaw.

“Shit,” he hissed, suddenly pulling out. “Not ready yet.”

He swallowed my gasp in a kiss, sucking on my swollen lips before pulling away.

Sid inched down my body, peppering me with kisses, working his way down, down, down… my cock twitched in anticipation of his perfect mouth. But he completely bypassed it, kissing the right side of my groin and then the left.

“Patience,” he said in response to my irritated huff.

“You’re not the only one who’s gone without.”

He lifted my legs behind my thighs and shoved them back, exposing my hole. “Hello again, Weirdo.”

“Oh. My. God!”

“What? That’s what you called him.”

I facepalmed, trying desperately not to laugh. “I didn’t… Ugh, never mind. Can we get on with the pleasuring? Getting a little desperate here.”

Sid rolled his eyes and shook his head, feigning exasperation. “Make up your mind.”

I snorted a laugh but quickly shut up when he bent down and ran the flat of his tongue over my hole, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Don’t… While I love that. I just want you in me, baby. Please be in me. I want to feel you without a condom for the first time.”

“As my Boy Scout commands.”

It was my turn to eye roll, but I couldn’t help but smile. For a killer, he sure could be a big tease.

Sid reached over and down to the floor to grab his pants, snagging his wallet from the pocket. He opened it and pulled out a lube packet. “For emergencies,” he explained.

“Does this qualify as an emergency?”

His eyes sparkled with humor, and his smile was crooked. “It absolutely does.”

Deft fingers ripped it open, and Sid poured some lube into his hand. He set the empty packet down, rubbed his palms together, and stroked his cock, getting it nice and slick. Then he spread the oil along my hole before shoving a finger inside.

“I’m good… Just get in here,” I insisted.

“It’s been a while.”

“I’ll be fine. It will burn and stretch a bit, but I’ll adapt. Get your dick in here.”

“You sure are pushy,” he quipped.

“As if you aren’t as impatient.”

He chuckled. “Fair.”

I pulled my legs back for him. One of his hands rested on the back of my thigh as his other held his cock, lining it up.

“You know what to do, babe,” he said.

I took a deep breath as he eased his tip in. Before, I had adapted to his size from all the sex we had. Now the burn was even more. I breathed through it, and when he pushed himself all the way in, not giving me time to adapt, I bore down to ease the pain.

I threw my head back and groaned, clawing at his forearms as I waited for the pain to abate. He held still, waiting for me until I finally gave him the green light.

“Go,” I said. “Move.”

“You good?”

I growled at him. He laughed, and sometimes I wondered if his laughter was at me instead of with me.

Instead of going hard at me, Sid rested his dense body on top of mine, slowly rolling his hips and taking my lips in his. He worked his tongue into my mouth as he rolled it as slowly as he thrust .

“Sorry, I’m going to come fast. Your ass feels fucking fantastic without those damn condoms,” he said, hovering his lips over my mouth.

“As long as you’re back inside me. Who knew someone who liked topping would enjoy being fucked?”

“What can I say? My dick is magic.”

“God, you just did not say that. You’re so juvenile.”

“You love it.”

I ran my hands through his freshly cut hair. “I do. And I love you, too.”

Sid rested his face in the crook of my throat. “Tell me that again.” His breath sent waves of chills across my skin.

“I love you,” I repeated.

“Fuck me… you’re so smooth and hot.”

“I need more, baby. Faster… harder.”

Sid sat up and gripped my wrists, holding them over my head as he did as I wanted. His muscles fucking rippled with each movement, the tendons in his neck corded as he pounded into me.

When he hit my hot zone, my eyes rolled up into my head, and my lids shuttered. I arched my back, desperate for more.

As he moved faster and harder, Sid leaned down and kissed me again. Our breaths were hot and heavy, our tongues fought, and our mouths consumed each other. The kiss was almost as hot as our fucking.

He suddenly sat up again and rested his hands, flanking my head. “Stroke yourself. Come around me. Quickly now.”

I reached for the remaining lube out of the packet sitting on the table, squeezed some out, and rubbed it over my length before quickly pumping myself. I fisted tighter, twisting my hand and rubbing my thumb over the head.

My breathing was so heavy and sweat gathered on my forehead and upper lip. I closed my eyes and just… felt everything, from Sid’s thick cock pegging my prostate, the stretch and fullness of it, to the pressure growing around my groin. I throbbed in my hand, burning and swelling, the orgasm pending.

“Hurry, Boy Scout…” he growled.

I stroked faster and squeezed harder, not wanting this to end yet, but I had no choice with Sid’s insistence.

Finally, I let myself go. My body froze as spurts of cum spattered on my stomach. I kept rubbing, pulling out the last of my orgasm, prolonging it as long as I could.

“Fuck me…” Sid gasped. “God, the pressure… You’re a fucking vise.”

Like me, his body suddenly froze before he moved again, teasing and tugging his orgasm until he had nothing left.

I was completely numb as he fell on me and my cold cum.

He weighed a ton, but it was also comforting. I dragged my half-dead fingers across his bare back, sprinkled with sweat.

“Give me five minutes. We’re doing that again,” he said with his face in my throat.

I laughed tiredly. “I hate to break it to you, baby, but we aren’t teens anymore. It’s going to take us a lot longer to build up steam again.”

“Fine… Give me an hour. Fuck, I hate getting old.”

“Pfft. As if you ever act your age.”

He chuckled. “Truth. ”

“On a serious note, it’s going to be harder to do this a lot with Owen around. We’ll have to find our moments. He likes to come into my bed at night if he’s had a nightmare.”

Sid lifted his upper body and gave me a peck. “I always knew this would be a packaged deal with all the perks and drawbacks that come with it, Boy Scout.”

He climbed off me, stood, and gave me his hand. I took it, and he lifted me. “Come on. Let’s take a shower before said package gets home.”

“Home?” I asked. We hadn’t really discussed whether I was staying here indefinitely or what was to become of my old house.

While I missed my house, and I hated to let go of all the memories I’d made there, perhaps it was time to start fresh. My memories weren’t going anywhere.

Sid pulled me against him. “You don’t think I’m letting you leave, do you? I thought I was pretty clear about my obsession with you.”

“Clear as a bell.”

“Excellent! We’ll make this place ours. Even Owen will have a say. Then, after the holidays, we need to find him a new school. A private school where we can keep a close eye on him. He’s been tutored long enough. Plus, he misses having friends.”

I smirked at him and rested my hands on his chest. “Look at you being a dad.”

“Psh… as if it’s hard,” he said.

“Oh, I look forward to the day you question your sanity when he’s an obnoxious teen.”

“That will never happen. Owen is a perfect angel. Besides, I’ve fought off murderers, stopped evil politicians, and got you to fall in love with me. If I can handle that, I can handle an unruly teen.”

I chuckled. “If you say so.”

“I do. Now, let’s bathe, get one more quick blow job in, and await the Prince.”