I nodded. “When you say it like that, it sounds awful … but they—both of them—were vile creatures. Selfish, and conniving, and greedy … and Hellen is violent and devious, but she really does want the best for Hell, and if we pull it off, you’re safe from her forever, I made very sure of that … so it seemed like the best solution.”

“You did all of this … for me?”

I could barely think. She wasn’t stroking, but her grip on me was … distracting, to say the least. “Yes, for you. But also because … I never want a good soul like your father’s to end up being tortured thanks to the greed of those in charge of eternity. And … the thought that your parents’ murderers might end up in Heaven because of a loophole … that’s simply unconscionable.”

“Where … where is Dad?” Jemma asked faintly. “I forgot, until now. I was too worried about you.”

Something in my chest warmed and expanded at the words, at the knowledge that I was someone’s first priority. I was her first priority.

“Pete … that’s the fellow in Heaven who sends the souls to the right place up there … he had him reunited with your mother. She’s been up there the whole time.”

Jemma’s eyes swam with tears, her lips wobbling. “You … she was?”

I nodded. “We can go and visit them, if you like. Once your dad has settled in a bit, I guess. He’s going to need time to recover from⁠—”

She silenced me with her hungry, desperate mouth, her teeth clacking with mine in her rush to get as close as she could.

I wasn’t complaining. I wrapped her in my arms and rolled us once more until she was atop me, enveloped in my arms.

“You … are the … love of my life,” she whispered fervently against my mouth. “The best man who ever lived. Tomorrow we can work all of this out, but right now … I need you again, SJ.”

A tempest of emotions converged in my chest, soothed and stoked by her loving kiss. And her fingers, reaching between us once more, lining me up with her entrance. And that tight, wet pussy, sinking onto me.

“Mouse,” I groaned, her snug heat gloving me, stealing any sense from my brain. “You don’t have to⁠—”

“Ask me,” she growled, nipping at my bottom lip. “Ask me to ride you until we both fall together.”

I couldn’t deny her. I didn’t want to deny her. “Please, Jemma,” I begged. “Please take your pleasure from me. Your pleasure is all I could ever want.”

“It will always be yours,” she promised, rocking herself on me, fondling her gorgeous tits as her cheeks and chest flushed with her arousal. “I will always be yours.”