Page 42 of North
I was in love.
“Sorry about that, guys. Let’s pour up some more drinks while we wait for North to come down.” Melanie walked back into the kitchen determined to get us fucked up and I wasn’t protesting. I needed something to take the edge off.
Our conversations climbed in volume, full of laughter and jokes. It was the perfect thing to take my mind off North. Good times with good people always eased the empty pang of not having what I needed from the woman I adored.
“Wow, you guys are having a ball down here.” Sierra’s voice cut through the laughter and easy conversation. She leaned against the doorframe, eyeing me. Was I losing my shit or was this girl eye-fucking me?
“Grab a seat, Sierra.” Melanie gestured to the empty chair beside her. Sierra sauntered over and sat down, never once letting her eyes drift from mine. That shit made me uncomfortable, to say the least.
“So, you still working at the steakhouse down in Delta?” I quizzed, taking a swallow of the vodka concoction in my cup.
“Yup and it’s still a shit hole. Unfortunately, I don’t have a good daddy like North.” She covered her comment up with laughter but I didn’t find it funny. I met her stare with a steely grimace. “This house is gorgeous by the way, Mr. Fitzgerald.”
“Thanks. You can call me Kane.” I tried to be nice for North’s sake but everything about Sierra plucked at me like an off-tune song.
“North told me you said she could call you Kane. I thought she was lying. I mean I’d never miss a chance to call you Daddy. It’s something a lot of kids take for granted. I wish I could call my adopted father Dad.” I narrowed my eyes at the slick way Sierra bent words to make her seem innocent. Nobody at the table was buying that shit though. Everyone saw through her veil.
“Wow, you’re a forward little thing,” Mel remarked with a raised brow.
“Oh, no. I wasn’t trying to be.” Sierra’s words melted away when North walked into the kitchen.
Fuck. Me.
North wore a black and white houndstooth skirt that hit the middle of her thigh and a soft white sweater that bared a hint of her flat stomach. Her silky scarlet mane was styled in two perfect French braids that fell over her shoulders and curled at the tips, begging me to pull them.
I tipped my mug up and focused on the warmth the vodka provided so I didn’t focus on the stiff dick and racing heart that North provided. “Wow, you look so cute,” Melanie fawned over North while I looked down at my phone. I couldn’t risk everyone in the room noticing the way my eyes peeled the clothes from her body and left her standing naked in front of me.
“Thanks, Mel. I wanted to look nice since I’m always in that damn apron.” She aimed those blue eyes at me and I was helpless against the slow smile that inched across my face.
“You look beautiful, Shortcake.”
“Girl, I told you not to wear that outfit. You don’t have the curves to pull it off,” Sierra said with a sigh. The very tips of North’s ears blazed red and her arms curled around her midsection in a protective hug.
“She looks fine,” I growled. The flush at the tips of North’s ears crawled down to the apples of her cheeks and her posture turned from proud to shy.
“It’s fine. She’s probably right,” she stammered.
“You know I didn’t mean anything by it,” Sierra laughed to cover the venom her words dealt to North’s confidence.
“Then you shouldn’t have said it,” I snapped. “North, can I speak to you in the living room?” I stood to my feet, alcohol slowing my steps down. She nodded then hurried out of the kitchen.
Once we were alone, I moved her into a far corner of the room. My height eclipsed her, forcing her head to tip all the way back. “I know what you’re going to say but she wasn’t trying to be mean.
“Shewastrying to be mean,” I pled with her, staring deep into those hypnotizing eyes. I wished for once she’d listen and stop trying to save people who couldn’t be saved.
“She wasn’t. Please don’t go all papa bear tonight.” She paused and looked at me with a lifted brow. “You’ve been drinking.”
I shut my eyes when she dragged her nails through my beard then down my neck. My dick jolted to life for her touch.
“I’m a little drunk but that doesn’t change the fact that your friend is being a fucking hater and it doesn’t change how absolutely sinful you look in this outfit. Dammit, Shortcake. You’re trying to unravel the rest of my willpower, aren’t you?” I pressed her against the wall, leaning into her with my weight.
“I’m always trying to unravel you, Daddy.” Her voice was so quiet I thought I imagined it. The way my dick pressed against my pants told me I wasn’t imagining things.
I looked over my shoulder briefly before digging my fingers into her delicate jawline and colliding with her mouth. I tasted cherries on her tongue as I probed her warm mouth, exploring her plump lips and biting them slowly one at a time until she moaned. I pushed my hand between her thighs. The heat pouring from her pussy made me more intoxicated than the countless mules I had.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” I spoke in her ear.
“I didn’t think I’d need any at the end of the night,” she purred, draping her arms around my neck.
