I want him all over me, taking every inch. My hips buck up against him, his legs intertwined with mine. Once my hips buck up against, I can feel his hard length pressing his jeans. Any more movement and I wonder if he’ll set it free.
I moan into him, wanting more. At least wanting relief.
“Please.” I whisper. Slowly realizing that we are in a public area and I am on duty. And I imagine so is he. He pulls away his lips, seizing a moment to look at me. He pulls his hand away, a small glisten of my wet pussy shines in the library lights.
“I like you begging, trembling for me, because you and I feel the same.” He snickers. He releases my wrists. Snagging a kiss on my lips, and I hate to admit something. The damn man knows how to kiss and entice you.
He steps away from me, and turns to walk away.
No words. Nothing.
He just leaves.
“Motherfucker,” I say angrily, I don’t know who to but the universe hears me. This is punishment. Punishment for forgetting who I am. I hear a soft whisper.
“Lottie,” My nephew looks for me, and here I am looking like a hot mess with a secret. He peeks around the corner. I brush myself off, hoping that between the flush in my cheeks and the wrinkles in my shirt that he hasn’t put two and two together.
The heat in my cheeks maintains and doesn’t move. The feeling inside me, the need, the want, the lust all still there and not leaving.
I am going to murder him.
“Lottie?” Finn pokes his head around his curly red hair coming through. I have never experienced a hot flash before but that is what I’m feeling right now.
“Yeah, buddy?” I whisper. He finds me, he has his reading glasses on.
“What did I just walk into?”
“A woman on the bridge of being scorned.” I seethe. “Do you still have your list?” I want payback now.
“Um, yeah? But um, should I be scared?” He asks. I shake my head.
“No buddy because you have my full support.” I will help, I will plan. No man is going to leave me this way and get away with it.
“We have to go shopping then.” He admits.
“You know where my wallet is at.”Game on 5-0.
Chapter 13
Keola
IknowIwasan asshole. Leaving her wanting more, it wasn’t my original plan, but the ball is in her court. The library trip was a chance for me to push the fire and see what happens. Something tells me that after their break, I might be met with friendly fire.
I noticed the way she spoke to the Marcus kid that she’s still trying to reach out to him. The way he carried himself as we walked I could imagine her heart breaking. She’s always taking care of others, but no one was looking out for her, maybe her nephew.
My role in this tangled web was to keep an eye on her, making sure she doesn’t cause mischief, finding out things she’s not ready for.
My mind pushes her phantom touches. The memory of her body pressed up against me, restricting her, bounding her, I saw the spark of high and desire in her green eyes, they darkened as she thought of nothing but her own needs, her own release. The moment she lets go, giving up control, letting someone know every button to push, what exactly she’s needing, she would become unstoppable.
She’s a vision of yearning and an angel of temptation.
My angel.
It only took a moment for her to work herself into my thoughts and slowly into my heart. It’s going to take time for her to realize that she would be mine. I may have to watch over her, but I don’t find it a duty, but a responsibility. Protecting what’s mine or soon to be mine.
And that nephew of hers, as chaotic and calculated he was, he is a good kid. I understand why she is protective of him. But it’s been quiet. Gives me a chance to get back to business and find out why a certain weasel hasn’t been keeping up with payment.
“Keola, we got a location on Bobby.” Someone poked their head out and thought it was safe. “Are we taking the bikes?” Joaquin asks. Normally I say no with collections, but this man messed with the wrong club and time for him to remember that he can easily be exposed with his “dealings”. I nod at him as we head out the door.
