“I should be. But I trust my gut, the feeling that tells me that it’s not what it looks like.”
He scoffs, expecting something else.
“You didn’t want to give up,” he says.
I shake my head, “He never gave up on me when he was a kid, why would I now?”
“You know others may think otherwise,” he says.
I look at him with a straight face, “Does it look like I care what others think?”
His eyes bug out, “Now I see why Keola’s head over heels.”
Hours later, Finn feeds him some chicken and broth.
Finn looks up to Cedric, not just like a mentor but like a sibling. He doesn’t leave his side. I don’t blame him. Keola stalks in the corner. He doesn’t say much, but his thoughts are loud, fighting against what he’s known and making me happy.
Cedric passes out in one of the prospects room, his body still. Only time will tell when the soul will heal. Finn sleeps in the chair in the room, his head leaning to the side, slipping into a dream.
I watch from the door, my heart tried easing my mind.
Yet another presence added to the shadow casted on the wall. But the shadow doesn’t belong to the man I thought.
“I had my doubts about you,” the voice says.
The smokiness of the aroma tells me exactly who it is.
“Most people underestimate me until I prove them wrong,” I fold my arms across my chest.
“You’ll fight for anyone,” he says.
“Yes. I’ll fight for those that can’t tell their story until they find their voice,” something I live by.
“D.R was saying the kid kept saying he tried. What did he try to do?” Rawlings asks.
“I think he was trying to save more than we thought,” I defend Cedric.
He places his hand on my shoulder and then leaves. Rawlings is a man of mystery. He’s hot and cold. Untrusting, then relinquishes that trust.
But we’re alike. We’ll do anything to keep our family in one piece.
Chapter 38
Lottie
Somethingstirsmeawake,I’m disorientated, questioning when did I pass out, what the hell am I wearing, am I back in Keola’s room.
How long did I sleep? What time is it? A fire starts to build in me, my body feeling hot, searching for a relief.
A swipe of a tongue against me, licking in a sensitive place right now. My body twists, aching.
I toss the blanket off of me, and a blissful sight awakes me. Deep brown eyes holding my sleepy attention, a curl of a smile as he sucks on my clit. Fucking hell this man. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, soaking in the sight of my body writhing under his control.
One hell of a wake up call. The sensation of his mouth on me and the sight of him latching on has me ready to burst. I turn towards the window and the sun peeked through the seal. It’s morning again. We've been knocked out for a whole night.
He lets go, but his arms are still wrapped around my thighs, holding and spreading me.
“Wait, go back,” I plead, begging for a release. I buck against him, showing him exactly where I want him.
