Page 83 of Shattered Hearts

Finally, she settles onto my lap, angling her hips to take me all the way.

She traces my lips with her tongue, and I detect the faint flavor of my cock. Painfully, I stiffen even more, and shifting on the chair, I encourage her to move up and down, straightening and bending her knees.

“This is some good morning,” I say, grunting. My heart is going to burst letting her have control. I have to stop myself from grabbing her ass and going to town the way my cock wants.

“It’s something I could get used to,” she says, settling down on my lap again. “I love how deep you feel, how you fill me up. I was so lonely for such a long time, Gage. Have you ever been lonely?”

“No. Yes. When my girlfriend left me. I didn’t think I would get over her.”

“You’ll have to tell me about her someday.”

“Why?”

“I want to meet her so I can tell her that her loss is my gain.” She grabs my hair at the back of my head and shoves her tongue into my mouth.

Several minutes later she lets me up for air, and I say, “She’s probably married and lives in California.”

“I won’t have competition then.”

“Lady, you are a class act. You don’t have any competition.”

“Good. Take me to bed,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Is Baby still in there?”

“Yeah.”

I sigh.

Zarah wiggles in my lap. “Hurry.”

Without breaking our connection, I stand, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

I carry her into the bedroom, and we make love as the sun comes up. Satisfied with both Zarah’s initiative and the progress I made finding Ingrid, I fall asleep and wake up two hours late.

Wrapping my body around hers as I watch the sun streak across my wall, I don’t care.

Zarah orders a car, and I clutch her shoulders asking her to look at me. Letting her out of my sight isn’t as hard now that I know Ingrid didn’t disappear, only neglected to tell anyone where she was going, but it’s still difficult to let Zarah leave without me and I ask her to promise she’ll go straight home.

“That’s a great idea,” she says, pushing her arms into the sleeves of her coat. “I need a shower and a nap, but I have an appointment with Jerricka this morning first. I’ll go to my session and then home. I promise.”

I frown. “I thought you weren’t seeing her anymore.”

“She closed her office for the holidays. She’s back now, and I have to tell her I stopped taking the new medicine she prescribed. I haven’t been as forgetful, and I’m going to tell her I don’t think it’s a good fit. I was doing fine, really, before she put me on it, and I need to ask Zane why he okayed another medication.”

I don’t like her going to her appointment alone, and I don’t like that she’s seeing Jerricka Solis in the first place. I’ve already told Zane my opinion, and Zarah, too, and while Zane didn’t brush me off, Zarah did, and I have to respect that’s her choice. “Will you text me when your session’s over, and then again when you get home?”

“I will. Do you want to come over tonight? We can eat dinner and let the dogs run in the woods.” She grabs her purse off a hook in my closet.

“I want to, but I can’t. I need to go through all of Max’s things, and I still have to clean out his apartment. I can’t avoid it any longer.”

Opening the door, she leans out and listens for a car idling outside. “Do you want help?”

Does she want me to give her a chance to miss him, she means, and that answer is a flat-out no. I could be sitting on our porch, twenty grandkids gnawing on my ankles, Zarah sitting by my side and holding my hand, and I would never give her the opportunity to miss my brother. Call me a jealous freak and I wouldn’t deny it.

“I asked my mom if she would. I think she needs the closure.”

A car pulls into the parking lot and stops in front of the building’s doors. Her cell chimes, and the driver texts he’s waiting outside, adding my address as proof he’s really here.

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