Chapter 24
Devlin
A month later
“Are you confident?” I asked James as he sat across from me in his home office. “Because Elise has been distant since the warehouse, and I don’t want to tell her this without you being completely positive.”
Michael’s little statement about a daughter had planted doubt in my Lamb’s mind, and James and I had spent the last month tearing apart their lives, looking for anything to prove or disprove the existence of a daughter.
James leaned back and closed his laptop before he spoke.
“I’ve been through every therapist report as well as everything we could find on them from missions, charities, withdrawals from the overseas trust account, school records, doctor’s records, and the paper copy of his state files.
There is nothing to prove they had a child. ”
I sighed and ran my hands through my hair as I lifted my head toward the ceiling. That was the best possible news he could have given me, and I know if he believes it to be true, then it probably was.
“Maybe we should’ve brought in our coroner friend from Tampa to look over her before we disposed of everything,” I suggested, and James shook his head and stood from his chair.
He walked around his desk and leaned against the edge in front of me as he replied.
“All that would have done was give credence to their declarations. I saw the doctors’ reports, and she had a complete hysterectomy when she was sixteen.
Her advanced cancer required a drastic procedure, and from all indications, she began to go crazy during her treatment. ”
“What do they think was wrong with her?” I inquired.
“Honestly, she never got a proper diagnosis before the parents died and she disappeared,” James returned, then added, “And from all indications, Michael wasn’t too stable himself.”
I stood and stepped back from the desk before walking to the window and looking out at Pierce Lake.
I’d spent countless nights awake, searching for any clues as to what caused Delilah and Michael to take some dramatic actions, and the only thing that made sense was they were both dealing with severe mental health issues.
The state’s files from when Michael was sent away to boarding school showed an extreme need to satisfy and an unhealthy obsession with Delilah.
The state recorded Mr. Greene’s statement about what he had witnessed with the two kids, and it was disturbing to say the least. Hypersexuality that led to a semi-incestuous relationship that he stopped immediately.
Delilah had seen countless therapists during the ten years the Greene’s managed to keep them apart, and she was always questioning what she and Michael had done wrong and why they couldn’t be together.
The therapist said she was drawn to people she shouldn’t want to be with and rejection drove her to a manic state.
“Do you think Elise will believe everything?” I questioned James, and he approached the window, standing beside me.
“I think once she sees everything I showed you, she’ll be able to move past this.”
I looked at my brother and remarked, “I hope you’re right.”
Moving toward the office door, I heard him reply. “I’ll speak with her if you want me to, but I think it’s all better coming from you.”
I looked over my shoulder, and he was standing halfway to the door. The laughter of his daughter and wife trickled through the closed door, and I gave him a subtle nod before opening the door and leaving his office.
Amaya and Elizabeth were playing with dolls in the living room when I entered the room. Elizabeth stood and ran over to me, lifting her arms. I bent over and picked her up as James walked in behind me.
“Where goin, Unc Debin?” my beautiful niece asked me.
“I have to go home to Aunt Elise, DJ, and Conner, but I’ll see you on Saturday for the cookout. Are you excited?” I asked the sweet little girl.
“Mom said they gunna hab ice cweme,” she proclaimed as she clapped her tiny hands together.
James stepped beside me and held his hands out to his daughter, who practically leapt from my arms into his. “We need to let Uncle Devlin get home, but you’ll see him day after tomorrow.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She smiled and looked at me. “Bye, Unc Debin.”
“Bye, sweetheart,” I returned and winked at Amaya before letting myself out of their apartment.
The elevator was closed, and I pressed the button, recalling the car to James’s floor.
A moment later, it arrived and I stepped inside, pressed the button for my floor, and watched the doors close.
When it opened into my apartment, the first thing I noticed was the quiet.
The boys were usually tearing around the place, doing what little boys do, but the apartment was strangely quiet.
I moved through the living room, glancing onto the patio and into the kitchen, finding them both empty.
As I walked down the hallway, I looked from one room to the next, not seeing the boys, and my anxiety began to grow.
Sounds coming from behind my closed bedroom door were muffled, and when I opened the door, expecting to see Elise and the boys, I found the room empty and the bathroom door closed.
Approaching the bathroom, I listened to hear if she was bathing the boys, but the sounds didn’t seem normal.
Carefully, I opened the door and peeked inside to find the lights off, candles lit, and Elise soaking in the oversized tub near the window.
Her head turned toward me, and I heard the strange noise again.
I narrowed my eyes as I began to unbutton my shirt. “Where are the boys?” I asked as I stepped beside the tub and saw what she had in her hand.
The small waterproof vibrator was pressed between her legs as she looked up at me with desire written on her face. Her back arched in the tub, lifting her pert tits from under the water as she kept staring at me.
“My parents came and got them for a few hours,” she answered as I slipped my shirt off and tossed it to the floor.
Reaching down, I began to unhook my belt and unbutton my pants as I kicked my shoes off and against the corner. I kept my eyes trained on hers as she continued pleasuring herself. Elise was breaking one of my cardinal rules, and she knew I was going to have to react.
If she wanted to come, all she had to do was say so, but bringing a vibrator into the house was against my rules. I was the only thing that made her come, and now, I would have to show her what happened when she violated my rule.
I dropped my pants and pushed my boxer briefs down my legs as I reached down and gripped my hard cock, stroking the length with a firm grip. Elise licked her lips, and I heard the motor of her vibrator increase, causing her to moan.
I approached the tub and watched for a moment as she brought herself closer to the edge of an orgasm. “What do you think you’re doing, Lamb?” I questioned as I leisurely stroked my length.
“I was waiting for you,” she remarked with a smirk.
Her ribs were mostly healed, but I worried I would hurt her with the amount of desire that had built up over the last few months. She and I hadn’t been intimate since before Delilah and Michael became a threat to us, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause her more pain.
“What’s the rule, Lamb?” I asked as my eyes moved from her face to between her legs and back again.
She bit her lip and shrugged, trying to play coy with me. I held out my hand to her and waited for her to turn over the vibrator. With her eyes locked on mine, she pulled the plastic cock from under the water and pressed a button to turn it off before she reached up and handed it to me.
I looked at the small pleasure device for a moment before I tossed it over my shoulder, allowing it to fall onto the stone floor. If that didn’t break it, I would later, but for now, I needed her out of the water and flat on her back.
Reaching my hand out again, I waited for her to place hers into mine before I helped her from the tub. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around her wet body and picked her up, carrying her from the bathroom.
Elise placed small kisses against my neck as I placed her onto the bed. Staring down at her, I whispered, “Assume the position, baby.”
Without argument, Elise slid to the center of the bed and raised her arms above her head as she spread her legs, giving me full view of her perfect pussy.
Placing a knee onto the bed, I crawled over and straddled her stomach as I began to pull the restraints from inside the headboard.
I’d had it custom-built when DJ was born, not wanting our children to see our kinks.
Small kisses and licked were placed on the head of my cock that bobbed in her face as I got both her wrists secured to the headboard.
Scooting back, I kept my position over her, stroking my cock just out of her mouth’s reach.
Her eyes were hooded with desire, and as much as I wanted to dive in and fuck her until she passed out, I knew I’d be finished before she was, and I never left my wife wanting.
“Devlin, please,” she begged nicely, and I smiled down at her, tilting my head and staring deeply into her eyes.
Deciding to take pity on her, I shuffled down until I was able to crawl between her splayed legs.
Settling in, I looked up the plane of her body and saw her watching me, reminding me of the first night I claimed her.
We’d shared countless nights since then, but that would forever be my most treasured memory.
Blowing on her engorged clit, her hips squirmed as she tried to gain traction, and I decided to take mercy on her.
Leaning over, I drew the flat of my tongue up her center, capturing her essence as I flicked her clit.
The sexy moan nearly had me coming on the bed as I swirled my tongue around her clit, drawing her closer to completion.
“Yes,” she chanted as I battered her needy button, feeling her body tense under me.
Pushing two fingers into her wet center, I felt her walls squeeze my fingers, and I doubled my efforts, focusing on hitting that spot that made her quiver as I sucked and nipped on her clit. I loved eating her out, and knowing she was getting pleasure from my actions made me feel ten foot tall.
“Devlin,” she moaned as her back began to push onto the bed as her hips chased her release.
When I sucked her clit between my lips, and as I flicked her nub with my tongue, I felt her walls begin to contract and release as her orgasm broke through the surface.
Looking up, I saw her eyes close and her mouth open as her hands grabbed onto the restraints and she trembled and shook beneath me.
When she was at the end of her orgasm, I crawled up her body and kissed her, letting her taste her delicious juices from my lips as I positioned the head of my cock at her entrance. Pushing without guiding, I slipped into her and thrust deep, hearing her gasp against my lips.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I moaned as my balls rested against her ass.
Retracting my hips, I shoved forward again, feeling her silky walls sheath my length and I knew at that moment what heaven felt like. Thrusting in and out, my lower back started to tingle as Elise panted and moaned around my cock. Her channel began to tighten, and I allowed myself to let go.
Placing a hand next to her head, I held myself up and started jackhammering into her, feeling my orgasm rushing to the surface. Elise came a few moments before I did, and as I filled my wife, I secretly hoped we made another baby. A girl this time, to balance out the testosterone in the house.
My vision grew spotty as I emptied myself into Elise, and when we were both fighting for breath, I carefully reached up and released her restraints, freeing her wrists.
My cock was shrinking after the epic orgasm, and when I slid to the side of her, she rolled and rested her head over my heart as I held her naked body close to mine.
I kissed the top of her head and heard her sigh as she laid against me. “I love you, Devlin.”
“I love you, Lamb,” I returned, knowing she loved the nickname.
I had to tell her about what James had discovered, but I didn’t want to disturb the perfect moment we were having. The news could wait for a little while longer. I just wanted to lie with my wife, feeling her breathing across my chest as we held each other.
Elise’s head grew heavy against my chest, and I knew she was resting.
She’d been taking care of the boys, trying to stay strong after her kidnapping, and refusing to slow down.
Some days, I felt she was running from what happened, and others, I saw her strength shining through.
Chuck said she was doing okay, and I trusted him to know if she was struggling.
A phone chimed from the other room and I carefully slipped out from beside her to retrieve it. Looking at her sleeping peacefully in our bed, I couldn’t help but give thanks to the universe for bringing her into my life.
She was soft where I was hard. She was kind where I was cruel. She was perfect where I was flawed. And most importantly, she was mine and no one else’s.
Chuck messaged that the boys could stay with them for the night and I sent a text, confirming his suggestion.
Placing the phone onto my nightstand, I walked into the bathroom and wet a washcloth before returning to the bedroom.
Slowly, I rolled Elise onto her back and began to clean up the evidence of our lovemaking from her pussy.
She stirred and looked at the clock, saying, “We need to get the boys from my parents.”
I smiled and tossed the dirty washcloth into the hamper on my side of the bed before I crawled in beside her. “Chuck said they boys want to stay with him tonight, so I agreed.”
She smiled as I lifted my arm up, allowing her to curl back up on my chest as we lied on the bed, naked and alone. Elise turned her gaze to me and spoke softly, “Thank you.”
“For what, baby?” I inquired, glancing down at her.
“For loving me. For our sons. For . . . everything.”
I kissed the top of her head and simply answered, “Loving you in the best thing I’ve ever done, besides the boys.”
She snuggled closer to me, and before long, we both drifted off to sleep.
We didn’t have a perfect life, but it was all ours.
We loved fiercely, we protect without remorse, and we fought together, never allowing anyone to get between us.
With the ability to fool someone with a few simple prompts, we had to be diligent, and I would do whatever I needed to do to make sure she never questioned me or my love for her again.
Even if it meant destroying anyone who thought they could separate us.