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Asher rolled them onto their sides, giving Jackson access to her bottom. He still wanted Lexa to communicate with him, and what better way than to let Jackson play with her virgin hole and painted bottom?
Jackson smacked her reddened cheeks, causing her to clench onto Asher's cock.
"Owwie!" she squealed and then moaned louder. "That hurt!"
Asher could feel she was close, pulsating inside her tight pussy, her walls clenching down, spasming. Her arms wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his back. She shuddered and moaned, trembling, her orgasm rippling through her body.
He drove into her with a few more strokes before allowing himself to let go, pouring into her as he gasped and grunted, collapsing above her.
Harper watched from the sofa, gesturing Jackson over to her. "I want a piece of the action." With Lexa and Asher sated, Harper was happy and ready to please Jackson, after watching the charade between them had turned her on. It was finally her turn to play with a Daddy.
Chapter 13
Lexa rolled over in Daddy's arms, her face against his chest, breathing his masculine scent in and never wanting to climb out of bed.
"Morning," he rasped, his hand sliding down her back, just over her bottom as he gently patted her rear.
Her hips gyrated, grinding into Daddy, wanting him to make her feel like he had last night, loved and cared for, over and over again.
A resounding knock interrupted their morning festivities, and the door opened without so much as a thought.
Martin stood at the entrance to their private suite. "FBI Agent Fitzpatrick is here to speak with you, but you can relax. No one is under arrest today, at least no one in this club."
Lexa heaved a heavy sigh. "Okay. Yeah, I'll be out in a minute." She needed to put her clothes back on from the previous night. The last thing she wanted was to appear in a bed sheet. Glancing around the bedroom, she grumbled. Fuck it. She'd left her clothes in the living room. Why had she been so careless?
"I'll tell him you'll be ready in five." Martin shut the door as he retreated out of the room.
Daddy sat up in bed, rubbing a hand through his hair. He still looked half asleep, with bed head. Lexa quirked a grin, admiring his physique. It didn't matter what time of day it was, he was always gorgeous. "What's wrong?" Daddy asked.
"My clothes are in the living room," she rasped, her mouth dry at the fear creeping up in her. What was she going to do?
"Try the dresser, top drawer," Daddy said.
Why would there be clothes in the dresser? Wasn't this a guest room? She shook her head, puzzled, but still did as he instructed, opening the top drawer of the wooden dresser to reveal several t-shirts. She slipped one on, grateful it was too big and covered her bare bottom. "No pants?" she asked, hopeful there might be an extra set of sweats in the next drawer down. She opened the drawer and laughed, finding an assortment of sex toys to play with. "Oh. Wow." She pulled out a giant vibrator at the base, holding it up in her hands. She flipped the switch, and because it was battery operated and fully loaded, it turned on, the bright pink shaft pulsating and thrusting.
Daddy climbed out of bed and retrieved a t-shirt as well and a pair of boxers that fit him perfectly. "You're having a little too much fun with that. I'm the only one who should be satisfying you, baby girl." He took the giant vibrator from her hands and placed it at the edge of the bureau. Why did he have to steal all her fun? Was he going to tell her she wasn't allowed those types of toys now that she had him?
Wordlessly, Daddy backed her up against the wooden dresser, his hands on her hips, lifting her bottom to sit at the edge and separating her thighs. He turned the pink shaft back on, the hum of its motor rather loud. He teased her with the head, letting it drag along her inner thigh, higher as she let out a sharp intake of breath. Her lips parted and she widened her legs farther, giving him greater access, wanting him to drag the head of the shaft across her pussy.
A sharp knocked jolted them at the door.
"Fuck," Daddy said under his breath, turning the vibrator off.
Lexa whimpered in protest. "Five more minutes?" Had their time already been up, or could the guests outside the door hear the hum of the toy?
"Later, baby girl. Right now, it's time to deal with the past."
She wasn't sure whether the FBI agent had shown up because of Hunter's disappearance, Logan's murder, or the sheriff's vendetta against her. Did it matter? They were there to speak with her, and it didn't seem like any of the Daddies were going to let her get away with fleeing.
Reluctantly, she treaded out of the room, only in a t-shirt. "Sorry, my clothes were uh—"
Harper rushed over with a laundry basket, a pile of women's clothes, including Lexa's, on top. "In the laundry," Harper said, eyeing her. "Why don't you get some pants on and then meet us out here for breakfast while we speak with Agent Fitzgerald?"
"It's Fitzpatrick," the FBI Agent corrected her, sipping his coffee.
Lexa grabbed the laundry basket and mouthed a quiet 'thank you' to Harper for saving her from any further embarrassment. She hurried back into the room, quickly redressed into last night's attire and headed back into the living room.
"How can I help you?" Lexa asked, heading toward the kitchen where Martin and the FBI agent were having coffee and chatting animatedly.
"Martin called me this morning, telling me about what happened with Roger Jennings, last night after you left the police station. I'd like you to write up a statement about what happened. We don't have to go anywhere; you can do it from here," he said.
Lexa wasn't sure that it would make much difference, considering he'd shot Daddy and kidnapped her, and he was still a free man. "Why? It's not as though it's mattered with everything else he's done."
He gestured for her to take a seat at the dining room table, where he had a manila folder situated on the glass table. "I apologize for the way things have been handled up until now," Agent Fitzpatrick said. "I'm heading an investigation, and while internal affairs may have been as dirty as the former sheriff, I can assure you that I am cleaning up this town."
She wasn't sure how one man was going to make any bit of difference with everything stacked against him. It seemed as though the sheriff's department was corrupt, not just one man.
"I'll believe it when I see it," Lexa muttered under breath.
"Lexa," Daddy scolded.
She hadn't realized he had followed her out of the bedroom. "Fine, I'll give you a statement, but it's not like I hadn't already done that with the kidnapping, and I'm sure Asher gave you his statement when he was shot by the sheriff."
"Yes, I have all that on file, which had been in a case file quite literally dropped behind the filing cabinet against the wall, as if they wanted to make sure no one ever saw it," the FBI agent said. "I want you to know that I personally arrested Mr. Jennings this morning, and he is in federal custody. You can rest assured that he won't be getting out on bail again."
Lexa wanted to believe him, but she still felt the nagging sense of doubt and concern weighing her down.
The FBI agent gestured for her to sit down at the table and she did, across from the manila folder. He pulled out a blank notepad and pen. "I want you to write, from the beginning, everything that happened with Mr. Jennings. Be as detailed and thorough as possible. I know you did this already, but I want to make sure nothing is missing, including any pages that were previously provided to us."
Lexa reached for the pen, starting her story, scribbling down the details of how she'd met Mr. Jennings, how she'd stayed with him a short while because of what he'd done for her, and when she tried to get away, how he had chased her down, abducted her, shot Asher, and then proceeded to harass her repeatedly.
He pulled his business card from his pocket and slid it across the table to Lexa. "This is for when you hear from Hunter, because I believe you will. I'm sure you'll let Martin know when his brother returns, but I would like to speak with him too."
"Do you plan on arresting him?" Lexa asked, the pen poised in her hand as she stopped writing.
He couldn't answer her question, not directly. "That depends on what we find out between now and when we come into contact with him."
"He's not a murderer," Lexa said, defending Hunter. "He saved me, repeatedly."
"I know. We also ran a DNA test from the sample we had while Mr. Jennings held you. You're a match to the sample at the house you grew up in, in Nebraska, but you're not Logan's biological daughter."
Lexa's eyes welled up, overwhelmed with the newfound information. A part of her had always wondered if she'd belonged to another family, had another set of parents out there, or siblings looking for her.
Daddy brought her a cup of coffee and stood behind her, his hands strong and warm, caressing her back, showing her his support.
She sniffled once, exhaled a deep breath and regained her composure. "Tell me who I am."
"You were born Lexa Jones in Newport News, Virginia. Your parents, Carolyn and Steven Jones, were both murdered when you went missing."
Her heart sank with the realization that she would never come to know them. "I, uh, I don't remember them."
"You wouldn't," he said. "You were an infant, six months old and stolen from your crib. You have an older sister by a few years. She'd like to reach out to you, Autumn Lane, formerly Autumn Jones. She changed her last name, after what happened to her family, and took her foster parents' last name."
"I have a sister," Lexa said, trying to wrap her head around what the FBI agent divulged to her. It was a lot to grasp and felt rather surreal.
"Yes." He handed her a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "You should call her. I told her we found you, but I thought I should leave it up to you to make first contact."
Lexa stared at the slip of paper. How was she supposed to call this girl, this sister of hers that she had no recollection of? They were complete strangers, other than blood. What if they hated each other? What if Autumn blamed Lexa for their parents' murder?
"You don't have to do anything today. Think about it, okay?"
Exhaling a nervous breath, she nodded with a heavy heart. She scribbled the rest of her statement about Mr. Jennings, wanting to be past what he'd done and never think of him again. Would she be so lucky? She hoped that he'd spend all of eternity in prison to rot. His daughter, Becca, would probably wind up in the foster care system, unless he had family to care for her, but it wasn't her responsibility to fix what he'd done. He had to live with the consequences, just as she had to live with what had happened to her.
After the FBI agent left, she fiddled with the slip of paper, the phone number for her sister.
"Are you going to call her?" Daddy asked, brushing Lexa's hair behind her ear, his touch soothing to her.
Martin had heard the entire exchange, coming to interject himself into the mix. "You should call her and invite her to stay at our ranch."
"You mean the club?" Lexa wasn't sure that was such a good idea. "I appreciate your generosity, Sir, but I'm already a burden to Daddy."
"You are not a burden to me," Daddy said, guiding her out of the chair and pulling her into his embrace. He held her firmly in his grasp, one hand around her hip, the other under her chin. "Do I need to spank you for that attitude?"
She smirked, knowing she could use a little discipline and love to get her through the tough times.
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