44. Sutton
Chapter forty-four
Sutton
I’m working from the couch on Friday afternoon, with one cat on each side of me as I attempt to finish my tasks for the day, when my phone rings from its spot on the coffee table. I grab it, hitting the Accept button.
“Hello, Mrs. Henderson. Glenn here,” he says.
“Hello, Glenn. What can I do for you?” I set my laptop on the coffee table and absentmindedly run a hand over Bert.
“Your father has reconsidered and is willing to let you keep the hotel chain.”
“If?” Because I know there’s going to be strings attached.
Glenn sighs. “If you ask your PI to stop sniffing around.”
“I don’t have a PI.” It’s not a lie. I’m not paying anyone to investigate. Bash is.
“Mrs. Henderson, I’m begging you …”
There’s noise in the background, like a scuffle, and then my father is on the line.
“Sutton Amanda Jefferson,” he barks.
“It’s Sutton Henderson to you,” I retort, my heart racing.
“I don’t give a damn what you’re calling yourself. You’ve gone too far.”
“I’ve gone too far?” I let out a bark of laughter. “I’m not the one who’s bribing people. Doing illegal things.” I point out the obvious.
“You can’t prove it.”
“Right. That’s not what Mike Meadows told me.
Does that name ring a bell?” I tilt my head, hoping I sound convincing, because I have no idea if anything has even happened with the league yet, just that Alex has talked to them and provided evidence.
“What about those council members you tried to bribe?” He stammers something I can’t make out.
“I think you’re going to be too busy dealing with all this fall out to want to worry about my inheritance.
And if you’re not, well, I’m not afraid of you or your threats anymore.
Try me. Just fucking try me.” I shout the last bit, anger coursing through my veins because I have had it with him.
I’ve had it with him for a while but now that we actually have proof of his wrong doings, I’m not afraid of him.
What’s he going to do? Deny it? I’d like to see him try.
“Fine, fine,” he mutters.
There’s a loud clatter, and I have to move the phone away from my ear. If I had to guess, my father just threw the phone on the ground or at the wall. Do I hang up or wait? The call hasn’t dropped, so the phone wasn’t completely destroyed.
“Mrs. Henderson,” Glenn says, sounding out of breath.
“Yep.”
“It would appear that whatever you said to your father has made him change his mind.”
I laugh dryly. Fucking finally. “You don’t say.”
Even though my father tries to act all tough and in control, the minute someone turns the tables on him, he runs for the hills. Typical elite wealthy narcissistic male behavior. Hell, probably doesn’t matter the gender.
“I’ll have the paperwork drawn up for you to sign so everything can be transferred to you.”
“Do we need to meet in person?” I ask, moving around on the couch, trying to get comfortable when little miss shifts to rest on my ribs.
“We do not.” Shocker. “I’ll overnight the documents to you. Please sign at your convenience. There will also be information about a messenger service that will pick up the envelope. Can you confirm your address, please?”
I rattle it off, Glenn repeats it back to me, and then we hang up.
I exhale. “Bloody hell,” I mutter as the front door opens.
“Hi, love,” Bash calls out.
“In here.”
A few seconds later, he strolls into the room. His eyes light up when he sees me on the couch with the cats.
“Looks like I’m missing out on cuddle time.” He picks up Ernie, much to his dismay, and sits down, setting the cat on his lap. “How was your day?”
“Funny you should ask.” I cannot wait to tell him what just conspired. That maybe this is all finally going to be behind us.
“Oh?” He tenses. “Is everything alright?”
“Yep.” I pat him on the chest before relaying the conversation I had with Glenn and my father. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen there for a second when my father came on the line, but I said what the hell and laid into him. Maybe I shouldn’t have shown him our hand, but what’s done is done.”
He kisses me on the cheek. “I’m proud of you.”
I beam at his praise. I’m proud of me too. “Thank you.”
“The league is investigating, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it, even if he now knows you know. And the county has already gone to the authorities, so I guess we’ll see how it pans out.”
“True.” I rub a hand on my stomach.
“Now that everything is settled, at least for right now …” He wraps his arm around me, dragging me closer to him, his hand trailing up and down my shoulder. “You have more work to do?”
I close my eyes, sighing.
“Sutton, love?” he prompts before shifting and trailing kisses across my jaw and down the side of my throat.
I hum, sinking into his embrace.
He pulls back, and I glare at him. “Why did you stop?”
He laughs, low and gravelly, and the sound goes right to my core. I need him. Now.
“I’m happy to help.” Oops, guess I said that out loud. “But do you have more work to do?” He tips his chin toward my laptop.
“It can wait until later. There’s nothing pressing.”
“Good.” He gets to his feet and scoops me up. “Because this calls for a celebration.”
I squeal before wrapping my arms around him, and then we’re moving down the hallway. I pepper kisses along his neck and nip at his chin, which has him growling and holding me tighter. In our room, he kicks the door closed and then sets me on my feet in front of the bed.
“Strip.” He steps back, tugging his shirt off with one hand. Why is him doing that so hot? “Love.”
“Huh?” I ask, blinking out of my haze.
“Are you going to get naked or just stare at me? I enjoy you watching me, but I think it’ll be more fun if you take your clothes off too.” He smirks as his hands rest on his hips.
“Just watching my show,” I tell him before taking off my shirt and tossing it in the direction of the dresser. My sweats and socks are next. I reach up to unhook my bra, but before I can, Bash is in front of me, pushing my hand away.
“Let me do the honors?”
I spin around, and he unclips my bra, which I let fall to the floor as he drags me closer to him, his dick digging into my ass.
“These feel nice in my hands.” He cups my breasts.
“The perfect handful.” I groan as he plays with one of them.
His hand falls to my pregnant belly. “I like this too.” He rubs it gently.
“I’m obsessed with it actually.” His other hand moves between my legs to my center.
“And this too.” I moan, leaning back against him as his thumb circles my clit.
“So wet and needy. Do you want to come like this, love?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, just thrusts a finger inside of me. I shift in his arms, widening my stance as he strokes in and out.
“Yes, Bash,” I chant. “Please don’t stop.”
He kisses the side of my neck, and I push my hair out of the way, tipping my head to give him better access.
He slips another finger inside of me, and I moan.
“Play with your tits, love,” he tells me as he uses his free hand to stroke my clit.
I bring my hand to my breasts and tweak my nipples as the fluttering in my stomach grows. “I’m so close.”
“I know,” he says as he adds a third digit. One more swipe of his thumb, and I come with a yell. He holds me against him as I come down from my orgasm.
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you, love. Anything for you.”
“If that’s the case, I need you inside of me.” I wiggle my ass against his hard dick.
He growls, stilling me. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says, climbing onto the bed, and shake my ass again for good measure. He smacks it gently before soothing it, and I moan.
“Be a good husband and fuck your wife, now,” I demand as he steps closer.
“I like when you’re bossy,” he says, before he lines up and starts to slide inside of me. Finally.
“So good,” I tell him as he glides deeper.
I fist the blankets, loving the way he stretches me out and fills me up.
I swear every time we have sex it gets better and better.
I never thought it could be like this. Maybe because it’s with the man I love.
Doesn’t hurt that he’s pierced. Definitely doesn’t hurt.
“You take me so well, wife.” I will never get tired of hearing him call me wife. Never in a million years.
When he’s fully seated inside of me, he pauses, letting me adjust to his size. “Move,” I demand, shifting on my knees, trying to get him where I need him. Loving the feel of his piercing.
He grips my hips, pistoning in and out of me. “You’re squeezing me so hard. I don’t know if I’m going to last.”
“Fuck.” I slip a hand between my legs and circle my clit as he makes love to me.
“Are you touching yourself?”
I hum in response, unable to form words.
He reaches around me and plays with first one breast and then the other before his hand falls to my stomach. He loves to touch my belly, and I love his hands all over me.
“I’m so close,” he grinds out.
“Same.”
“Come for me.” He pistons into me a few more times, and then I’m calling out his name as my orgasm crashes into me.
His movements get jerky, then he’s coming on a roar. He stays bent over me for a few beats as we both catch our breath.
“Bloody hell. Every time it gets better and better,” he mumbles as he pulls out of me, and I whine at the emptiness.
“Let me clean you up. Don’t move.”
As if I could move anyway. I’m exactly where I want to be. Exactly where I’m meant to be. With the person I was always meant to be with. Maybe fairy tales really do exist, because this sure feels like one.