Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(79)
“I hope so.” Grace moved then. Getting on her knees over him, she straddled Logan’s waist and looked down at him. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Smarty.”
And with that, she began to scoot down his body.
“Grace,” Logan managed to get out, but the rest of his words were lost as his wife leaned over and took him into her mouth. It had been a while since she’d done this for him. It had been a rough stretch of time for their love life. Between the worry for their son, and then her paranoia that making love in the same room would somehow scar their children for life, they hadn’t been intimate for quite a while.
Logan didn’t mind. Whatever Grace needed, he’d gladly give her. Even if that meant not making love.
But lately, his wife had been getting her confidence back. He loved watching her blossom once more. “Grace,” he moaned again as she enthusiastically showed him how much she loved him. “If I’d known the effect a wedding would have on you, I would’ve taken you to one way before now.”
He felt her chuckle, and the reverberations rocketed through his dick. He had to concentrate not to prematurely go off in her mouth.
“In fact, I think I’ll find a ceremony to take you to every weekend from here on out. I’ll check the church’s schedule.”
Then he couldn’t think or talk anymore. His wife shifted and took him inside her hot, wet body, and rode him as if her life depended on it. Looking up at her, lost in the exquisite feelings coursing through her, Logan thought to himself what a lucky bastard he was.
It was late, but Cole couldn’t sleep. Being at his best friend’s wedding and seeing her finally break free of the hold Joseph Waters had on her for years was a miracle. Felicity deserved all the happiness in the world.
Leaning back against the back of the chair in his home office, Cole reread the e-mail he’d received from Logan earlier. Ace Security was working on a particularly nasty case involving a woman named Sarah Butler. She lived in Castle Rock, and her ex-husband was a grade A asshole. Instead of moving on with his life after their divorce, as Sarah was apparently trying to do, he was showing up at her work and outside her apartment to harass her. Logan had emailed, wanting to know if Cole had any spaces in the self-defense-for-women class he’d started.
He didn’t, but after reading the restraining order Logan had sent along with his request, Cole’s decision to help Sarah was an easy one.
Cole clicked “Reply” and typed out a short response to Logan.
Logan,
Honestly, there isn’t any room in my current SD class, but I’m happy to work with Sarah one-on-one. People like her are why I started the classes in the first place. Shoot me her contact info and I’ll reach out and make arrangements.
Cole
Miles away, at the Women’s Correctional Facility in Denver, Margaret Mason lay bleeding and dying on the dirty kitchen floor of the prison. She’d been tasked to work the morning shift, which meant she had to get up at four in the morning to start preparing breakfast for the hundreds of inmates. She hated mornings.
Life for the former socialite hadn’t been easy behind bars. She’d done what she always did and what had worked in the past—tried to boss everyone around. She might’ve been able to order her husband and daughter around, but the hardened criminals around her didn’t take kindly to her attitude.
She’d been in the infirmary more than half a dozen times in the last six months with wounds she’d received from being beaten by the other prisoners. The staff had finally given her her own cell, even though overcrowding was rampant in the prison.
The day she’d been questioned about her missing grandson had been a highlight in her otherwise miserable existence behind bars. When the detective started talking about her son-in-law’s half brother, Margaret wanted to laugh and tell the asshole cop that she already knew. Wanted to gloat that she’d known about Logan’s half brother long before anyone else in the miserable town of Castle Rock had—including Rose Anderson. Margaret been shopping in Colorado Springs one day and had seen Ryder. She’d known with one glance he looked way too much like Ace Anderson for it to be a coincidence.
And since she always liked to have something to hold over other people’s heads, she’d spent a considerable amount of money to have a private investigator check him out. The man had gotten a DNA sample from Ace after he’d thrown away a bottle of water that confirmed Ryder was his. She’d loved keeping that secret from them. Knowing something they didn’t. That Logan boy thought he was better than she was. That he was smarter. Well, he wasn’t. When the detective had told her Logan’s son was missing, Margaret couldn’t help but laugh. She’d had everything taken from her, and now karma had come full circle and taken what meant the most from him too.
But unfortunately, Margaret Mason hadn’t thought about karma affecting her. Not too long after she’d learned Nate Anderson had been found and returned to his family, her luck finally ran out.
The homemade knife had been thrust into her back, hitting her kidney without a sound. By the time Margaret had turned around to see who had shanked her, no one was there.
Whoever had done it knew exactly what they were doing. All it had taken was one thrust, and she was bleeding out internally.
Margaret first fell to her knees, then to her stomach. She lay on the filthy floor, facedown, watching as the other women simply walked around her as they continued to prepare the morning meal. No one cared that she was dying.