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DARYL

N ot every girl, would crawl into the back of a cop car and fuck you in front of half her hometown, to prove a point and keep you from a long stint in prison.

I smile at Cady, sitting in the cell next door.

I’ve got myself a damned good woman.

She yawns and gets off her cot to walk around. She looks at the clock again and sighs. “Fucking Lou. You think he made up that no calls till morning rule because my dad told him to, or because of his own perceived justice agendas?”

“I think he’s tired and needs time to figure out what leverage he can bring to the deal he’ll have to make with me, so I’ll stay quiet about the poor treatment I’ve received. It’s all going to be fine, Cady. I promise. I’m sorry it came to this though. I never wanted you to end up behind bars.”

She runs a hand through her hair and offers me a sassy smile. “A hot cowboy once told me it happens sometimes, when you stand up for what you believe in.”

My cheeks warm, and I feel a glow around me, like a cozy and comforting blanket. “Just how hot was this guy?” I tease.

“Hot enough to tap this sweet, young thang,” she says slapping her ass.

I nod in approval. “Must be pretty hot then.”

“Oh, he’s a keeper,” she assures me as she starts pacing again. “You’re sure Vince will bail us out?”

“Of course. If it even comes to that,” I say, trying to minimize the situation and ease her mind. “I’m pretty sure we’ve just been put on ice though. Lou will probably let us walk out tomorrow without a word. But if he doesn’t, all my friends will have our backs, money’s no issue, and I’ve been through enough lawyers to have found a couple of damned good ones. It’ll all be fine and there’s nothing to worry about. Come lie down and get some rest.” I gesture to her bed and then focus my strength on wrenching the last of the bolts free from the brace holding mine to the floor.

I push the newly liberated cot across my cell and park it next to hers.

“Are you allowed to do that?” she asks, as I lie down, reach my hand through the bars, and pat her mattress.

I grin at her. “What are they going to do? Put me in jail?” I pat her mattress again. “I’ll put it back later. Right now, I want to snuggle.”

She giggles softly and lies down on her side of the bars. I loop my arm around her and reel her in. “ Closer ,” I rumble at her. “I want your well-bred little cunt lined up with a gap in the bars, in case you want me to fuck it again in the night.”

She shivers and wiggles her ass over to press up against the bars. I give her a big squeeze and kiss the back of her head.

“Tell me where you want me to take you when we get out? You want to go home, say goodbye to your mom, and let your dad know there’s a bed booked for her at the care facility in Morrinsville with a trust fund set up to sponsor the cost of her care?”

She shakes her head. “I want him to stew for a few days, and Mom won’t miss me. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to go back to that house.”

I squeeze her tighter. “You don’t have to. Once your mom’s set up in Morrinsville, you can visit her there. Anytime you want. We’ll just fly back from wherever we are.”

She wriggles loose of my arms and rolls over to face me before she snuggles back in. “Thank you for organizing that.”

I stretch my lips through the bars to kiss the tip of her nose. “You’re welcome. I didn’t want to be stressed or feel guilty about leaving her behind, and it was easy for me to do, so think nothing of it. You’d want the same for me if roles were reversed.”

Her lips tremble a little, and her eyes take on a glassy sheen as she nods. “I know. But it’s very generous, and I appreciate it.”

I smile and kiss her nose again. “I know, and you’re worth it. Now tell me where you want to go first, so I’ll know what direction to drive in when we leave.”

Cute lines form along her forehead as she frowns. “I don’t know. Somewhere fun and colorful and pretty… Mexico?”

I roll my eyes and grin. “It’s a little cliché after an escape from jail, but okay.”

She snorts a little laugh, gives me a playful shove, and then reaches through the bars and pulls me in. “I love the way you make my life easy and happy. And fun and hot and full of love.”

“It’s the way I want my woman to live, so get used to it,” I say with a shrug.

“I want the same for you.” She smiles, kisses me sweetly, and then rolls over, tugs up her dress, and presses her bare ass against the bars, so her cum-soaked pussy bulges obscenely through one of the gaps.

“Fucking hell, Cadence Malone.” I shove at my jeans, unable to get them out of my way fast enough. “You’re a gorgeous, filthy, little so-and-so. You know that?”

“ Mmhm ,” she says, all innocent sounding as she grins over her shoulder at me. “That’s why I need a big, dirty, old cowboy like you to keep me satisfied.”

I slide my cock between her juicy cunt lips with a moan. “At your service, Ma’am.”