Page 92 of East (The Moral Compass 3)

Daisy turns her glare to South. I take it that these two haven’t had the best father-daughter reunion they could have had. At least it’s all out now, and they can try and build some sort of relationship.

Mateo keeps glancing at Daisy, squinting as if he’s trying to work her out. All the time, Daisy is fixated on her phone. She taps away, and then when her phone pings, she smiles. She’s obviously texting someone she likes. I didn’t think that person existed.

The door to the foyer opens, and out walks a very bedraggled Zed. He looks tired and angry, but that doesn’t stop him sweeping me up off my feet and into his arms.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he whispers in my ear.

“I’ve missed you, too. I didn’t believe it for a single second, you know?”

“I’m so fucking glad.”

“I’ve never been so happy that I never take things at face value.”

He kisses my lips gently and then stares directly into my eyes.

“Get me the fuck out of this goddamn country. If I come back here in the next twenty years, it’ll be too soon.”

“Absolutely The plane has been waiting to take us back since the minute we landed. We just need to pick up North and Kara on the way,” West says.

“Why? Where are they?” Zed asks.

“Guarding Alicia, making sure she doesn’t slip away before the cops get there.”

As we leave the building, a police car pulls up followed by a cab.

Kara and North jump out of the cab while the police officers pull Alicia and Jessica from the back of their patrol car. And, hallelujah, they are both handcuffed.

“Don’t even think of offering them a blow job, Alicia! That won’t work. They know what dirty little sluts you both are!” Kara yells as North holds her in place.

I swear, Kara would have beaten the crap out of her if North hadn’t been there, but that’s not how we McGarry’s roll. Justice must be delivered by the law. We must have faith that they will get whatever is due.

When we board the plane, Zed heads straight to the back with me in tow. He’s not let go of my hand since we left the police station. He opens the bathroom door and pulls me inside, and I start to panic about my brothers being on the other side of the door.

“Zed, we can’t do anything in here! Plus… I got my period.”

A broad smile manifests across his face.

“You think I’m going to fuck you while your brothers are out there? Absolutely not! I want to have a shower, brush my teeth, and then kiss the fuck out of you.”

“Oh! Okay, yeah, that works. You want me to sit here and watch you shower?”

“You can help if you want.” He winks and smiles.

“Hmm, it doesn’t quite feel right with them all sitting a few feet away. I’ll just watch if that’s okay.”

He smiles again, but this time, it has a wicked edge to it.

As the water runs down over his hair and down his back, the picture in front of me makes me want to strip naked and join him, and when he starts to lather shower cream all over his body, I have to cross my legs to ease the pulsing.

I watch intently as his hand takes hold of his cock and gently moves up and down, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as he gains speed.

I don’t even notice I’ve moved until I’m kneeling before him with water droplets splashing on my hair.

I just need a taste. Just one.

His head falls back but only for a moment as I take my hand and place it over his. I feel the motion and the rhythm, and when he releases his hand, mine takes over fully. Our eyes meet again as I take the tip into my mouth.

He hisses, and one of his hands twists into my hair.

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