I could never move again and be completely happy. Hopelessly and blissfully happy.

Then a body hovered above me. A cock sank into me.

And a wave of completeness shrouded me.

Total completeness.

One with this man—this special and amazing man.

His hardness slid in and out of me, his cock burning a tunnel in my tight pussy. So good. So fucking good.

I curled my legs up and around him, resting my calves on his ass as he pumped, his hips pistoning furiously.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

Every tissue in my body was on alert, highly sensitized. Until… Until… Until—

“God!” I screamed as my second orgasm rolled from my clit into my core and then outward to the tips of my fingers.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

“That’s it, silver. God, I can feel your pussy sucking against my cock. Feels so good. So good. So goo—”

He pushed his cock into me balls deep, and my climax continued, pulsing around him.

We came in tandem. Together and joined.

And it was magnificent. Miraculous.

Perfect in every way.

When his cock finally stopped pulsing, he turned and fell onto his back next to me. My legs still hung off the side of the bed.

My body was shiny with perspiration, and my heart thudded rapidly against my chest.

Roy lay immobile, one arm across his forehead, the other resting on my belly.

We stayed there, silent, for a few timeless moments. Until a phone rang.

Roy jerked. “That’s me.”

He got up and pawed around, looking for his phone, I assumed.

When he finally found it, he said, “Yeah? This is Roy Wolfe.”

14

Roy

“It’s me. Rock.”

“What is it?”

“I need you at the office first thing in the morning. I’ve set you and Reid up to plan our father’s memorial service.”

What? This was the first I’d heard of a memorial service. “He’s already been cremated, Rock.”

“Yeah. I know. But I’ve been talking to the attorneys, and they feel we need to have a lavish memorial service for our esteemed father. Make it look good, you know?”

“Look good for whom?”

“For everyone, but mostly for the law. Every one of us is implicated, so we need to at least act like we care.”

“If we cared, we’d have done this before now.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. We weren’t expecting Dad’s death. It was a homicide, so no one will think twice that we didn’t have the service the next day.”

“They might. This was Derek Wolfe. He could buy anything, including the most expensive memorial service on the planet the day after death.”

“Well, that didn’t happen. Our story is that we wanted to wait until Riley returned.”

“Riley was here when he died.”