“Are you sure they don’t mind you bringing me with you?” Sutton asked.
He reached back, settling his hand on her thigh. “Passerotta, you’re with me. Where I go, you go.”
“That doesn’t mean they invited me, Kendrick Calderone.”
Andre barked a laugh.
“She’s got your number, Boss.”
Kendrick pointed his finger at his friend. “Don’t start giving her any ideas. Listen, I wouldn’t do shit that I didn’t think was copacetic. Capisce?” Kendrick asked, his eyes cutting to Andre. The other man grinned, lifting his shoulders in a shrug that set Kendrick’s teeth on edge.
“You two, stop it, or you’re both grounded.” Sutton’s fingers moved to his neck, massaging the tense muscles like she knew he needed the touch.
“We’re here,” Andre announced, cutting off the engine. He got out before Kendrick could reach over and punch him.
“You’re a miracle worker. That man has only ever smiled when he’s...err, never mind.” Kendrick shoved the door open. He hurriedly opened the back door for Sutton, noticing her wide eyes were on Andre.
“Are you saying you’ve seen him doing the dirty deed?”
Kendrick pulled Sutton against his chest, wrapping his arms around her more petite frame. Although she was tall for a woman, he still had several inches on her at six feet three. Her five foot-eight frame was tiny in comparison.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”
She hesitated. “Lord, I don’t think I do because then I’d have other ones. That’s a whole can of things I’d probably need to bleach from my brain. So, nope, pretend I didn’t ask.”
He barked a laugh, holding her in his arms while they swayed back and forth. Jesus, she made him feel lighter, yet in the house behind him, there was going to be a shitstorm waiting.
“You two done acting like lovesick fools out there?”
Kendrick lifted his left hand, flipping King off.
“Nah, your ass is probably hairy. I prefer a nice round petite feminine ass that’s attached to my ole’ lady. However, if you like a spanking, I have friends—” a woman’s cough cut off King’s words.
“Hey, you two, come on in. I made egg bake and waffles. I hope you’re hungry,” Ayesha yelled.
“I do love both of those things. Um, Kendrick?” Sutton tugged on his shirt.
“Yeah, baby. What is it?” He turned, stopping to stare at her.
“I hope you don’t change your opinion of me when you see me attack a waffle with the voracity of a starving velociraptor.”
He tapped her nose, bent, and kissed her lips. “Velociraptors are carnivores.”
“I know. But just imagine what they looked like when they attacked their first meal after starving for like weeks on end. That is what I will look like when I have a waffle with syrup in front of me.” She pretended to eat in a very angry way, making him laugh.
“As long as it’s not my dick your chewing like that, I don’t give a fuck what or how you eat. Hell, you need to keep yourstrength up for what I have planned for you.” He gave her ass a swat as they began walking.
“You’re such a naughty man.”
“Mmm.” He followed her up the steps to the front door. Sutton had no clue just how dirty he truly was. She’d learn and, hopefully, love every aspect of him and his desires. From what he’d seen about her, she liked things on the darker, somewhat taboo side. Although some of his friends shared their women, that was a line he would never cross. Although if he’d been married to Taysey, he honestly wouldn’t have cared who she'd slept with one way or the other. That right there should’ve been a red fucking flag that their marriage wouldn’t work.
“I hope you both brought your empty stomachs. Ayesha made three pans of egg bake and enough waffles to feed an entire NFL football team.” King shook his head, smiling as if he were proud of his wife.
“I’m starving. Like I told Kendrick, I have no manners when it comes to waffles.”
Sutton patted King on the shoulder as she passed the man. Her easy action showed she’d begun to relax around him.
“Go on into the kitchen. Ayesha’s in there, and Tiana is on her way. Kendrick, can I speak with you in the great room for a moment?” King motioned to the left.