Delayed by Nathan Kingsly (the false prince TXT) 📗

from one another this whole time. How is that possible?”

"Divine circumstance?" She shrugs. Her fingers tangle in the hair that meets the back of my neck.

“Or something. Which house on Oak is yours?”

She starts to shake her head. “Technically not mine. I’m back living with my parents. I could no longer afford the rent where I’d been living in Atlanta.”

“What happened in Atlanta?” I say offhand, but admittedly I’m starting to care more about what was happening inside this car.

“Oh, the company I was working for was downsizing. When I was let go, that’s when I decided to start up ECB. Right now, it’s me and my best friend, Sherry.”

“That was a big decision.” My hips surge up, and a smile tickles her lips.

“Not really. I’d been considering it for a long time.” She bites her lip, and when her tongue comes out to soothe it, I’m transfixed by the action.

She sighs and grinds down the moment my dick jerks, wanting out. My hands grip her harder through her yoga pants. “Glad it worked out.” My tone's strained.

“Mhmm.” My eyes go to her mouth. I’ve dreamed of my dick being inside that mouth as she hums around me.

Her mouth parts and I catch myself leaning in. It's all the permission we need. Our mouths come together, her hands delve further into my hair, mine grip into her ass, and soon our mouths aren't the only thing trying to find a way to get closer.

My dick is so hard that the layers of clothing keeping us from each other's skin doesn't matter. I'm so close to blowing like a teenager as we move our hips to create the most friction.

Her hands start to travel down, and once her fingers hook onto my belt buckle, she leans back. She’s assessing me as she slides the leather from my belt loops. “I want you.”

I start to nod, and my hands start to travel up under her shirt. “I want you too.” Her hand grasps the button of my jeans. Expecting her to snap it open, I’m surprised when her fingers pause. I’ve taken about as much teasing as I can take.

‘What?”

“It’s not as if I should ask, but …” She’s biting her lip again, but this time her brows are pensive.

“Ask.” I couldn’t see what's so important. We were together; we wanted each other, everything else could be worked out later.

Her gaze meets mine. “Since me, I mean us …” Her hand comes up to her mouth as she twists to look out of the window.

Gripping her chin, I bring her back. “If there was room, I’d already be giving you a red ass. Now, spit it out before I find a way.”

She drops her hand, letting it rest on my shoulder. Desire pinkens her cheeks, but too soon, her eyes clear. Whatever she’s trying to ask is important to her. “Have you … Fuck it, have you been with someone?”

“Been with someone?” I repeat with a raised brow.

“Yes. You know, fucked someone else. I can’t blame you if you have, but I ...“

Wrapping my hand on the back of her neck, I bring her to me, our mouths come together. The moment she sags into me, letting out a sigh, I swipe my tongue inside. When we’re both out of breath, I pull her back by the grip I have in her now messy hair.

She looks at me through hooded lids, her lips swollen, her breath panting from her lungs, and fuck; if I don’t want to look at her wild like this every minute of every day.

“No. Even if I had wanted to, you are in my blood.” In my heart too, but I’d just found her again. It was one of those things that we could get to later.

She closes her eyes, and her elongated neck shows her swallow.

A loud rapping has her eyes popping open, and both of us look towards the sound. A blurred figure stands on the other side of the steamed-up window. Releasing her hair, my heart is hammering in my throat as I lean over and grab the gun in my glove compartment. Emma’s eyes grow like saucers.

“What are you doing?” She squeaks.

Looking at her, I put a finger over my mouth. She looks between me and the gun and nods.

“Yeah?” I shout to the person on the other side.

“Sir, roll down the window.”

Sir? With my forearm, I clear the steam, and an annoyed Robertt looks back at me. Blowing out a breath, I tuck the gun between the seats and roll down the window.

“Robertt,” I say.

His eyebrow arches and his mouth twists.

Cramming down the smile that’s trying to make an appearance on my mouth, I say, “Sorry, Officer. What seems to be the problem?”

He surveys the scene inside the car with a critical eye, and I know nothing has passed his inspection. “Do we need to take another ride downtown?”

“As in again?” Emma asks before I can respond.

“Do you know the kind of man you’re involved with ma’am?”

“I thought so.”

“It’s not what you think,” I say.

“Mmhhmmm.” She sasses. That sound, damn it, this is not the time to encourage my dick of its fantasies.

“My sister called on me. Let’s just say she wasn’t happy to see me come home, at first.”

“Seems like you left out a few things.” Her hands come to sit on either side of her hips.

“Ma’am, please vacate that position and get back into your seat. He’s not going to take you seriously otherwise. Neither will I.” He says the latter under his breath as he adjusts his belt.

I tamp down the urge to tell him to ‘butt out’, because he does have the ability to charge us with public indecency and public exposure. She starts to move, and I lend a hand to help her. It doesn’t pass my notice that she is very cautious, and when she’s seated, she takes her bag and places it over the gun wedged there. Noted, she is not comfortable around guns.

“Officer Robertt, right?”