Page 26 of Other Woman Drama (Content Advisory #4)

Twenty-Three

He may not post me on his social media, but I’m on his last nerve every day.

— Silver to Webber

WEBBER

Cadence Moran and her father were holed up in a houseboat about three football fields down the shoreline from Copper’s new build.

It was a rental, and they’d done a damn good job covering it up, but they hadn’t been smart with who knew the information.

The old lady had been too high on painkillers to be aware of what she was doing, but she’d find out soon enough when she found out her phone was missing.

But by that point, the issue would be taken care of.

The two Morans had done themselves no favors by going on the run and not telling anyone where to find them, only that they were going to lie low for a while.

No one would be looking for them.

Which worked in our favor quite spectacularly.

When we arrived, they didn’t even expect us to walk in through their back door.

Meaning we’d surprised them with our arrival, and neither one of them were prepared to have nine men walk into their living room with guns drawn.

“How convenient,” I said as I screwed on my silencer. “That you gave us the perfect location to dispose of your body.”

Moran the elder stood up, reaching for his gun on the counter.

But Chevy beat him to it.

The younger Moran reached under her shirt, but Cakes stopped her with a well-placed punch to the solar plexus before she could reach all the way.

Cadence Moran doubled over, and the elder Moran glared hard at us.

I caught him by the collar and marched him outside.

“Come on, time to go in the water.”

“I’ll never let you take me without a fight,” he said.

But before he could even finish his “fight,” I had him knocked out with a punch to the temple.

He fell face first into the water, and we left him there.

Cadence Moran hissed in a breath, ready to scream, but Cakes was there, silencing her.

She didn’t fall in the water, but Cakes helped her there anyway.

“Now what?” Cakes asked.

Four hours later, I found myself staring at my daughter. “I’m sorry, what?”

My eyes flicked from my daughter to Aella to my mother to Silver and back.

“We want to go on a girls’ weekend,” she said. “Just the four of us and whoever else wants to go.”

“Where?” I asked at the same time Chevy popped the top off a beer bottle. The soft whisper hiss of it momentarily distracted me enough to say, “You have any more of those?”

He popped the top on a second beer, though this one a can, and handed it to me.

I took a healthy sip before looking back at to Eedie.

“Um, Mexico?”

Chevy snorted. “You don’t even have a passport, Aella.”

“That’s true for all of us, but Silver said Apollo could expedite it all. He could get us a passport lickety split,” Eedie rushed out.

I scrubbed a hand down my face. “What, exactly, are y’all going to do? Where are you going? Is the hotel you’re staying at safe? I want to know all of that.”

So that was how we spent the next hour.

We discussed an impromptu trip to Mexico.

We discussed where they were going, why they wanted to go, and who all would be going.

And, apparently, it was all of the old ladies, sans kids.

Well, sans every kid except Eedie.

Searcy, Aella, Baker, Silver, Brittnie, and Eedie.

Oh, and Jasper.

“Why Jasper?” I questioned.

“Because he’s in need of some serious rest and relaxation,” Eedie said. “And he was there when we planned this impromptu trip.”

I looked at Silver because she hadn’t said much through all of this.

“What are your thoughts on all of this?” I asked.

Silver swiped some of the stray hairs that’d escaped from her ponytail from her face before saying, “I think it’d be a good bonding trip.”

She flicked her glance at Eedie, and then back to me, and I understood.

Silver didn’t necessarily want to go, but Eedie was so excited about the prospect of spending time with Silver, the woman that I’d fallen in love with, that she was willing to quit her job to do it.

“I don’t think you should quit your job, though,” I pointed out. “Ask them if they’re willing to accommodate you and then go from there.”

“We can go?” Eedie squeaked, clapping her hands excitedly in front of her.

“As long as Apollo can get you into a hotel we all approve of, and you don’t leave the resort,” I countered.

“Done!”

Aella moved to Chevy, who was a lot more easygoing about them springing an impromptu trip to Mexico on us the moment we walked through the door of his place.

“You okay with this?” I asked when Silver walked toward me.

The moment she was close enough, I pulled her into my arms, my eyes once again studying the faint bruising around her eyes.

She was almost bruise-free.

Another two or three days, and you’d never know that she was beat so badly that she didn’t have an inch of skin on her left side that wasn’t covered in the purple mottled bruising.

Hair once again fell into her face, and I smoothed it back just as she said, “I’m okay with it as long as you’re okay with it.

I’m not a super fan of going to the beach, but apparently the UV score there is always ‘fabulous’ and she was super excited when Searcy off-hand mentioned needing a vacation to the group. ”

I studied her face for a few long seconds before saying, “If you’re going to be in my life, you have to know that the UV index is something Eedie mentions at least twice a day. I want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”

She scrunched up her nose. “I tan really easily. I can be outside for an hour and I have a tan that’ll look like I’ve been out there for a week. I’m not sure what I’ll look like if I spend four days in Mexico on the beach all day.”

I chuckled. “I’m sure that you’re going to look beautiful and hot. Plus, vitamin D is good for you. I’ve heard getting the D is life changing.”

She scoffed. “I’m not sure we’re talking about the sun with that last sentence.”

“We’re not,” I growled, ready to place my lips against hers.

Eedie popped up beside us before I could feel her lips on mine.

“Dad,” she said. “Can you give me some money to go to the mall and get some new bathing suits?”

And get her out of the house for long enough to fuck my future wife properly?

That was a no-brainer.

“You can take my card,” I said as I pulled out my wallet and extracted my debit card.

Her eyes lit with glee. “What’s my spending limit?”

“A thousand,” I answered. “Chevy, could you and Aella drop Eedie off with her boyfriend at the shop so he can go with her to the mall?”

“Absolutely.” Chevy downed the rest of his beer. “Or Aella can.”

“I can,” Aella beamed. “I’m so excited for this!”

After everyone said their goodbyes, and I shut the door on Chevy, I turned back to my woman to see her walking into the bedroom, already shedding her clothes.

And because I lived with my kid, and I had no clue how long we’d be and didn’t want to feel rushed, I picked the clothes up on my way to her.

By the time I got into our—and I was so fucking happy to say our—bedroom, I had her bra, panties, t-shirt and leggings.

Closing the door behind us, I locked it for good measure and took in the woman that I would soon make mine in the official way.

Speaking of the official way…

“I stopped somewhere on my way home,” I murmured. “That’s what took me so long.”

Which was why Chevy had gotten to my place and drank most of my beer before I’d gotten there.

“Oh, yeah?” she asked. “Where?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Well, don’t leave me hanging,” she ordered.

I tossed her clothes onto the dresser that was piled high with clothes that I needed to put away and reached into my pocket.

Her eyes took in the box that I’d revealed, and her breath hitched.

“I know it’s soon,” I said. “I know that this is crazy, and that we’ve been together officially for all of half a month, but I don’t need any more time to know what I want.

And what I want is you. I want to give you the life you always wanted, and I want to grow old and die with you right there by my side. ”

Not the most romantic proposal, talking about dying, but it was what I wanted.

I wanted it so bad I could taste it.

She eyed the box, then lifted her gaze to me. “Well, are you going to get down on one knee or what?”

I smiled wide and got down on one knee at the end of the bed.

But instead of proposing, I spread her thighs and made room for my face.

She gasped. “The ring! I want the ring, Piers!”

I chuckled. “All in due time, my dear.”

She growled and reached for the box, flipping it open and shoving the ring onto her finger the moment she saw the sparkling diamond.

“It fi…” She trailed off as I took my first lick of her wet pussy.

She groaned and spread her legs wider, pulling me closer into her by my ears.

Her pussy’s taste exploded on my tongue, making me groan as I latched onto her hips and buried my face into her pussy.

I licked and explored, tasting her every single inch until she was writhing beneath me.

Just when she was about to tip over the edge, I pulled back, causing her to scream in frustration.

“Piers!” she cried. “No!”

I chuckled as I brought my pointer finger up and shoved it in deep.

“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s perfect.”

I didn’t move it, though, causing her to fuck herself on my finger.

She was so slick and wet that when I gave her a second finger, it slid in easily.

As did the third when I added it a minute later.

I kept her right on the edge, not quite tipping over, but getting her close.

Edging her.

“Piers,” she growled. “If you don’t let me come, I’m throwing this ring in your face.”

I grinned against her folds, then pulled back completely and stood.

She watched, panting, as I stripped naked.

When I was standing in front of her completely naked, I reached down and flipped her over to her belly, then yanked her down until her bottom half was dangling off my bed.

The one good thing about having such a big bed was that it was at the perfect height to…

I sank my cock inside of her to the hilt, closing my eyes as fire engulfed me.

“Wonder if I’ve already gotten you pregnant?” I asked as I pumped into her.

“I don’t know,” she breathed. “But you’ll never get there if you don’t…fucking…move.”

I smiled and gave her what she wanted, not stopping until I tipped her over the edge.

She cried out, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock as she soaked me in her juices.

I kept pumping into her, more out of control now, until I followed her with a roar.

“Jesus Christ,” I said as I collapsed on top of her.

“Can’t.” She wheezed. “Breathe.”

I chuckled and propped myself onto my elbows.

“Jesus,” she gasped. “You’re so damn heavy.”

“And so damn gone for you it’s a little bit crazy,” I agreed.

“I like your kind of crazy, Piers,” she said. “Want to tell me what you did tonight?”

“Not really.”

“Wives can’t be forced to testify against their husbands,” she teased.

“I know. But the less you know, the better. I don’t want to scare you away.”

“I don’t think much could,” she murmured as I pulled away.

“I think I’d rather you not know all my secrets,” I continued. “When do you want to get married?”

She stood up, and I shamelessly watched my come slide down her inner thigh.

I scooped it up before it could hit the floor and rubbed it into her ass.

She watched me over her shoulder, her hands still planted in the bed, and said, “Why is that so hot?”

I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, walking directly into the shower with her.

She squealed when I turned the faucets on and stepped under the cold spray.

“Piers! That’s just wrong!” she cried. “Why would you be so mean?”

“Because my kid’s going to come home, because there’s no way that she’ll go to the mall looking like she did. And I don’t want to be fucking you so loud that she can hear. We can get a bit out of…control.”

Out of control was an understatement.

Silver was very loud and I loved it, but I didn’t want my kid to have to hear us if I could help it.

“Okay, okay.” She sighed. “Now…about Mexico.”

“How do you feel about Hawaii instead?” he countered. “It’s in the US. No cartels that are going to snatch y’all off the beach at your resort. Plus, you don’t need a passport, and Audric owns a house there.”

“Audric owns a house there?” she gasped.

“He does, and says that you can use it if y’all want. It’s right on the beach, and a perfect getaway,” I explained, hoping that she would agree.

She sighed. “It’s on the beach?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Then I’m sure that’ll be perfectly fine with everyone. I’m all about saving money.”

I decided not to admit that it’d be ten times more expensive getting her to Hawaii instead of Mexico. Flights to Hawaii were outrageous. Plus, everything cost ten times more in Hawaii than it did in Mexico. However…what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

My little frugal Silver.

An idea formed in my head for while she was gone. One that included sending her car to the junk yard and finding her something newer, safer, and less always fucking broken.

“Okay,” she said as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her face to my sternum. “Hawaii, here the old ladies of Truth Tellers come.”

“Fuck,” I said, really liking the sound of that.

She pulled back with a grin, then proceeded to take a shower while I watched.

She looked so goddamn beautiful while she did it that I fell way behind.

I was just picking up the soap when she said, “I need to talk to Audric about where the beach house is. Then I need to make plans.”

She walked out of the shower and reached for a towel.

I let her go, liking that she was doing something just for her.

She deserved it.

After the life she lived, she deserved a break in one of the most beautiful places on Earth.

One day, when we were old, and had been married for twenty years, I wanted her to look back on the time that she’d spent at my side and realize that her life was easy and had been from the day she agreed to marry me.

But that was a pipe dream.

Being a Truth Teller meant mayhem would always be in our future.