Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
"We'll find her, Zariah. We will."
"What if we don't..."
"We. Will."
I roll towards her until we're face to face. She studies me and then exhales. "Are you going to kiss me yet? Or are you going to make me wait until forever to see what you taste like?"
My dick jumps in my pants, and I give her a grin that makes her cheeks go red. I lean forward, pressing my lips against hers. They're soft, and plump, and feel so fuckin' good against mine. She whimpers, and that only makes me want her more. Fuck. I want her so badly. I don't know how I went from wantin' her to pay - to needin' her the way I do, but the fact is, I can't get enough of her.
I want to know where this goes.
I want to see what this brings.
She deepens the kiss, and I regret not kissing her sooner. The fact is, I don't kiss many people. Not somethin' I enjoy doing with someone I don't care about. It's just the way I am. I care about Zariah, and I'm sick of fuckin' denying it.
She reaches down and cups my dick in her hand, squeezing.
I growl.
Fuck. She knows what I want. She always knows what I want. She's a fuckin' animal, and she matches me in a way no other woman has.
I pull my mouth from hers and growl, "You want me to fuck you, baby?"
"Yes," she whimpers.
"Right here? Stick my cock deep inside you?"
She trembles.
She fuckin' loves it.
"Yes, please," she pleads.
"Tell me somethin' first?" I growl, finding her throat and nipping at it.
"What?" she pants.
"You want me? In all the ways you can want someone?"
She pulls back and looks at me. "Are you kidding?"
I narrow my eyes. "Why would I be kiddin'?"
"I've wanted you since I met you, Kendric. I just didn't know it right away. You're my kind of dangerous and the only man ever to understand me. So, the answer is yes. What about you?"
"Do I fuckin' want you?"
"Yes."
"Can't you feel my cock?"
"I feel your cock," she smirks. "I'm talking about your heart?"
I feel that, right in my gut. I reach for her face, cupping it in my hand. "I want everything you've got to give, including that cute fuckin' kid that has grown on me. I'm not willing to part with either of you."
Her eyes light up in a way that makes me damned happy.
"Well then," she whispers. "Are you going to fuck me, or are we going to keep talking about feelings?"
I grin.
There she is.
There's my fuckin' girl.
23
ZARIAH
"Are you sure you're okay?" Briella asks, hurrying after me as I walk into the room where Jayden is sleeping.
She put him down a few hours before we returned home, and he's having a hell of a sleep. Of course he is because he doesn't know how much I need to hold him in my arms. I peer into the room, and he's still asleep, curled on his side, a big soft motorcycle toy in his arms.
"Did Kendric give him that?" I ask.
Briella laughs. "Yeah, he did. Jayden likes Kendric."
I turn to her, smiling. "Thank you for taking care of him."
She puts her hands on my shoulders. "Of course, honey. Now, you didn't answer my question, are you sure you're okay?"
I nod. "I'm fine, perfectly fine. I do have to go to the station quickly. I want to talk to my supervisor. I want to see if I can get someone out to that island, even though we've already searched. I want to see if I can raise suspicion about Steven, which will, at the very least, give them something to doubt."
"Okay, well, go now while bubba is asleep."
I hug her and then let Kendric know I have to pop into work before getting into my car and rushing to the station. I do not doubt that they're not going to listen to a damn thing I say, but the point is, I have to try. I have to try because Kendric is running out of time, I have to try because Lilian needs me to.
I just have to try.
When I arrive, I go right to my supervisor. Carson is sitting at his desk, on the phone. When I step in, he finishes up the call and looks to me. "Zariah, you're feeling better, I see?"
I walk in and sit down. "We need to talk about Blanche..."
"What about him?"
I tell him everything I know...to a point. I tell him how Blanche took me, about the island, everything that doesn't involve the club because I don't want anything else to fall back on them. They've got enough suspicion surrounding them. As soon as I'm done, I look to Carson to see his reaction.
He stares at me, and then he bursts out laughing.
Anger bubbles in my chest.
"You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I mutter.