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“Fuck me from behind.”
“No. I want to see your face.” She nodded, turned, then began grappling with my shirt.
“Get this off.”
I gave it the same treatment as her dress, and threw it on the floor. Next, I lifted her so that she was straddling me, wrapping her legs around me, and walked toward the bed. Once I’d laid her down, I stepped back a little, and removed my pants and boxer briefs. My dick sprang to attention like I knew it would, and pointed toward her like a divining stick.
You and me both, buddy.
When I turned my attention back to the bed, Kik had removed her panties, and was stroking herself, ready and waiting for me. I knelt on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her ankles, then pushed them upward to rest on my shoulders. I seriously doubted that having an extremely flexible girl would ever get old.
As for the fact that I maybe sort of had a girl—that was something I didn’t think I’d be able to get my head around for some time to come. It was surreal that although I’d actively sought not to form connections and attachments, here I was looking to become more attached than ever.
Not only that, but to the one person who on the face of it, was the worst possible candidate on the planet. When almost every fiber of my being was telling me to run from her, something had continually propelled me toward her. When I was apparently supposed to hate her, something compelled me to love her. The irony of me condemning her for her lies, while I continually lied to myself about my feelings for her was just another to add to my list.
Looking down at her, I just wanted to be lost inside her, and in my feelings for her, and for the two of us to be lost together. I rubbed my dick at her entrance before pushing deep inside her, and this time, as I hit the spot over and over, instead of battling against each other, we worked together to achieve a common goal—the biggest and best orgasm either of us had ever had.
I looked her in the eye as we came, violently and out of control, and I felt something shift between us. The lies and fakeness fell away, and there was only bare, naked truth. She loved me, and I loved her. We loved each other, and with that bond between us, we could take on the world—even my father—and win.
Chapter 46
Kik
2 years later
I looked around the living room, and two years on, still had to pinch myself. We were settling in for another evening of watching Victor Cavanagh’s criminal case play out on TV. In the end, there had been no class-action suit, because there had been no need—Drew had well and truly made sure of that.
In the three weeks between the gala event and his father’s arrest, my angel had pulled off a masterstroke that would put his father behind bars for probably the rest of his life. I still didn’t have a handle on all the technical details, but the bottom line was that Xavier’s friend, the data guy, Dillon, had somehow infiltrated Cavanagh Corp’s servers, including Victor’s personal, and very hidden files. As Drew had thought they might, they struck gold: there was enough incriminating information there to send him, and some of his associates to whatever white-collar prison he was likely to end up at, for a very long time.
Paraphrasing all the geeky data jargon, Dillon and his contacts had spent weeks infiltrating Cavanagh’s systems, then cloning them so that he could work on accessing the files without being detected. It was extremely skilled work, and definitely on the wrong side of the law, but a big part of Dillon’s expertise was erasing his digital footprint so that it was untraceable—he was like a digital ghost.
We all had his wizardry to thank for the police receiving an anonymous tip off with a boatload of incriminating evidence about Victor’s business practices. Unsurprisingly, given the scale of the corruption—and the fact that they’d been trying for years to expose him, but hadn’t ever been able to make anything stick—they had immediately moved to arrest him.
The information that was uncovered in those files would have been enough to guarantee the outcome of a class-action suit by any and all of the employees who worked with chritonium back in the day, but thanks to Drew and his grandfather, things didn’t go that far. The sly old fox had proved that Drew’s smarts may have come from his mom’s side, after all.
It turned out that one of the stipulations of the sale of Maclean Enterprises to Xavier’s father was that Ernie Malcolm retained a one percent silent share of the business. When Victor was arrested, Ernie used that leverage to float a motion with the board, whereby instead of risking a long and drawn-out class action, which would likely lead to bankruptcy, it was better to establish a fund to voluntarily adequately compensate those affected.
This was also an extremely costly exercise that put Cavanagh Corp close to insolvency, but it had the small benefit of leaving the company eligible for resale, and kind of made the board seem like the good guys, while Victor Cavanagh was the lone bad apple.
The board had worked with compensation lawyers to come up with what was considered a fair and reasonable figure for workers, depending on the length of their exposure, and the resultant health outcomes, then tripled it in every case. Everybody who’d come forward to claim had been happy with the out-of-court settlement on this basis, and the process had been as quick and painless as something so major could have been.
I used the term “painless” loosely. Though I’d benefited from the payout, it had obviously been a case of too little, too late for me, and no amount of money could compensate for losing my dad. It had been an unfair trade of money for his life, and I would have given anything to be able to rewind time, and save him. But in absence of that, the money was life-changing. Though not as life-changing as being with Drew. Nothing could have prepared me for that.
I looked across at him as he passed beers around to Xavier and the other Cygnus Dei guys—Kane, Fox and Bear were all there too. Watching the case together had become a kind of weird ‘family ‘tradition, and by that point, these people—Drew and his boys, Rocky, Maryanne—Drew’s mom, his sister Bella, and Grampsie—really were exactly that.
“Hey, Kev, you have that faraway look on your face that women get! What’s on your mind?” Grampsie, was still a cantankerous old bastard, but in the best possible way, and even once he found out I wasn’t a dude called Kevin, still insisted on calling me that, for old time’s sake, or some shit.
“Ernie, are you ever going to stop calling me that?”
“Not likely. I’m old, and I don’t like change. Besides, if you hadn’t been pulling the wool over my eyes—and everyone else’s—for so long, this would never have happened, so really, it’s your own fault.”
“Noted, but isn’t it weird for you now that I’m clearly not a guy?”
“Not really. I always thought you were a little… special, even when you were supposedly a man, anyway.”
“Special? How do you mean.” I knew whatever was to follow would be delightfully offensive. Ernie just had a special knack.
“Well, there you were with your dyed hair and gentle ways.”
