Chapter 24
TRIG
A few hours later, all I could picture was my wife on her knees and her taking my dick deep into her throat. The way her mouth had stretched so wide to get me to fit, tears sliding down her cheeks. The heat, the suction.
It was her eagerness and effort that had me shooting my cum so fast.
“You ready?” Colt asked, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Hmm?”
I was sprawled on my couch. Because Abe and his city plow had cleared my driveway when Colt, Mann, and Trout came by the other day, I’d driven my pickup to take Ellie to my parents’.
Now it was parked right out front so it’d be easy for Trout to know I was home.
Colt had already been here when I got back.
To ensure the patrol SUV wasn’t seen, he left it at his place and snowmobiled over.
It was then I realized I’d missed the sound of a vehicle pulling up, the crunch of snow under tires. The slam of the door. Thinking about my wife sucking me off distracted me.
“Hell, yeah.” I popped to my feet, ran a hand through my hair.
Just like before the chute opened, adrenaline kicked in. But this wasn’t a bull ride. This was me taking care of my woman.
“Stick to the plan.” He nodded, then gave a short whistle.
Except for Shep who was keeping an eye on Ellie and our parents, my brothers were here, too. Bray and Buck were camped out at the top of the stairs. Hayes and Cam were in my garage. Colt headed into the mud room. While they probably heard, he was letting them know it was time.
I didn’t know if my brothers were needed, but I’d take them as backup any day.
Seconds later, Trout banged on my door.
I opened it right away. “Trout. What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I heard you married her,” he snarled. He was in crisp jeans and a navy jacket. His salt and pepper hair was slicked back and receding at the crown. He was unusually tan for this time of year, unless he’d spent some time in the tropics recently.
“Ellie Mann? Sure did.” I crossed my arms over my chest. Pretty much preened. Hell, I couldn’t help but smile.
Colt had put the good news out into the small town gossip mill–the best place being the town diner, the Sip N’ Serv–and it had spread to Trout as expected, and in record time.
His face turned a blotchy red and a vein throbbed in his temple.
“So she was here after all.”
“Found her almost dead in a blizzard, you asshole, running from you. You think I’d ever let you near her?”
“You didn’t have to marry her!”
“That virgin pussy was ripe,” I taunted, pushing an already riled Trout even further.
I didn’t want to tell him shit about what Ellie was like in bed, but I needed to piss this guy off even more.
To make him snap. If he was going to kill me, now was the time.
The faster this was over, the faster I could be back in my wife’s ripe pussy.
“That was mine.” His voice boomed.
I shrugged, trying not to rip his head off for saying her virginity was his, not Ellie herself. The fucker. “Not any longer. Take care.”
With my hand on the door, I swung it closed, but Trout stopped it and flung it wide open.
“I paid off his debt.” He stepped into the house.
“Whose?” I asked, making sure Colt got the admission he needed if he was going to file charges.
“Mann’s. I paid good money for her.” He pointed his finger at me as if I’d stolen from him.
“You mean Mann used the money you gave him and you didn’t get your side of the bargain.”
“That’s right. Since I can’t marry her, I want the money back.”
He was here about the money?
“Your issue with Mann has nothing to do with my wife. Maybe you should circle back to him. Maybe kill him instead of me.”
His eyes widened. “Kill you? Kill him? What the fuck are you talking about? Mann’s better use to me alive, but it’ll be her land someday. I’m not waiting that long. I want back the half mil I gave Mann.”
Ellie was worth a mere half a million dollars.
I clenched my fists, ready to punch him in the face. “She’s Ellie Wilder now and I doubt her daddy’s gonna give that money back. But that’s a you problem.”
“I’m the one who lost here!” He charged me, an evil glint in his eyes. His face was red and a vein throbbed at his temple.
“I’d check with your lawyer, but I assume there was no contract since arranged, paid marriages aren’t legal in this country. That means whatever agreement you had with Mann isn’t gonna happen if she’s married to me. Ellie’s not responsible for your bad deals.”
With every word I said, he got angrier and angrier. His fists clenched, body taut. Gaze narrowed and furious.
“That money is mine! I want it back. I’m going to–”
I easily side-stepped when he came after me and punched the fucker. One hit and he dropped into an unconscious heap on my floor. That felt fucking good.
Colt came into the room then, my brothers right behind.
We stood and stared down at him. My heart rate was up and I wanted to finish this fucker.
“Can I kill him? The world will be a better place,” I muttered, chest heaving.
“I have to admit, I kinda don’t blame the guy,” Colt muttered, staring down at Trout. “He made a deal, it didn’t happen. All he wants is his cash back.”
“This isn’t a big box store,” I countered.
“Still, I doubt Mann’s gonna fork over the cash.
I’d say it’s spent or sent to whatever bank he owed money.
” Colt tipped his head toward Trout. “I can arrest him for assault. He’ll bail out by tomorrow.
Might be able to stall his paperwork and make him have to stay an extra day in jail, but he won’t get anything for this. ”
I frowned. “After what he said about Ellie? What he and Mann planned?”
“All they did was talk. Ellie escaped. Like you said, I doubt there was a written contract between the two for the money exchange and marriage. He wouldn’t have come here if there was.”
He had a point.
“Meaning he came here solely to yell at me and perhaps I’d magically help him make Mann–my new father-in-law–give the money back.”
Colt nodded. “Right. None of that is illegal.”
“All he gets is an assault charge?” Buck asked, rubbing the back of his neck. Obviously, he’d been expecting something more exciting.
Colt nodded again. “This time. He admitted to you that he paid for Ellie, but I doubt he’ll push it further because he won’t want that getting around town. He’ll be pissed about the half a million, but he knows his hands are tied if Mann doesn’t cough it up.”
“Not yet, they aren’t. Hand me my rope.”
I had one looped over a hook by the door. Not normal, but I was a fucking rodeo champ.
Buck set it in my hand and I dropped to my knee and hogtied the fucker. Just like in a calf roping competition. I looked up at Colt. “No cuffs needed. Charge him. Make his life miserable for a day or two.”
Colt grinned. “Will do.”
I stood, dusted off my hands. “You got this?” I asked him, then looked to my brothers.
“Hell yeah,” Colt said. Buck slapped me on the back. The others nodded.
“Good.” While Trout was an asshole, he wasn’t a murderer. Ellie was safe being a Wilder and he’d leave her the fuck alone. “It’s time to get my wife and get back to making all those babies she wants.”