Page 12 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“I don’t care about any of the stuff you just said except for seeing you naked with the lights on. Kara, I want to see you naked every day with the lights on, off, flashing, I don’t care. Do you know how many nights I’ve been in my bed across the hall from you just wishing I could slide in bed beside you? I’ll tell you, shall I? Every fucking night since you came to stay here. You have driven me up the wall and back down the other side. You walk around in those sexy PJs just begging for me to bend you over this island and fuck your brains out, but I haven’t because I didn’t know how you felt. Did you mean what you said last night when I locked you in the bathroom?” I ask, holding my breath.

Fuck I don’t think I should have pushed this right now.

She nods. Yes, she nods. She meant that I’m hers, and she is certainly mine. I can’t help but grab her, kiss her and, yep, I get my wish and fuck her brains out on the kitchen island.

Chapter 10

Kara

I’mnotsurewhathappened to my body last night, but it feels like I was run over by a tractor. I open my eyes and groan quietly at the bright sunshine bleeding in through the blinds. A sharp pain runs up my thighs, and I have to say, my lady parts are a little more than sore. I start to remember all the pushing and shoving and kissing and being lifted into various positions on every surface in almost every room of this house. I feel his arm wrapped around me tightly and his soft breath blowing gently on my ear.

I feel so calm, so content, and dare I say,happy. I snuggle back towards him, moving my sore legs gently enough not to wake him. I could lie here forever.

The security system signals someone is at the front gates. I look at the clock, and it’s 8:24. Who the hell could it be?

“North, North, wake up, there’s someone at the gate,” I say, shaking him. I slide out of the bed and grab North’s robe from the back of the door, click onto the security camera for the front gates, and press the talk button. I don’t recognise the car at the gates.

“Hello, can I help you?” I ask.

“Yes, we are here to see to North McGarry. Is he here?” a man’s voice replies.

“Who wants to know?” North asks. He had come to the intercom.

“My name is Detective Sergeant Hannah Forester, and my colleague is Detective Sean Redman. Can we come in?” she asks, showing their ID through the camera. North nods, and I press the release button to open the gates.

I point down to North’s dick; it is totally hard and pressing against my stomach. “Sorry, bud, but we’ll have to take care of him later. You need to get some clothes on, and we only have about two minutes before they’ll be at the door.” I push a gentle kiss to his lips, and he growls in return.

The detectives walk with us into the kitchen.

“So, what’s this all about? It’s bloody early for a Sunday morning,” North grumbles as he strides barefoot.

“Can I ask who the young lady is please? This is a very delicate situation,” the female detective asks.

“This is Kara, my girlfriend, and I don’t have any secrets from her, so anything you have to say, you can say it to both of us.” North takes my hand and places a soft kiss on my temple. Warm feelings flood my whole body.

“Girlfriend?” Wow.

The female detective holds her hand out for me to shake. It’s a bit weird, but I return the sentiment.

“Are you Kara Simpson?” she asks, and I nod. “That’s convenient for us; we need to speak to you, too. And please call me Hannah.”

I look up at North. I don’t like the sound of this. They don’t send detectives for nothing.

“Can I get you coffee, tea, or water?” I ask nervously.

“Two coffees, white, no sugar please, if you don’t mind.” Hannah softly smiles as I walk to the coffee machine. The beauty of automatic machines is they set themselves off in the morning, but I can’t for the life of me remember setting it up last night. Things got a little busy. Heat flushes my system as I look at the countertop where North had me bent over whilst he fucked me so hard. I shake my head and get back to fetching the cups and making the coffee.

“Come on now, you didn’t call in here this morning just for coffee, so let’s have it. What’s crazy lady Alicia said now?” North asks. I can tell he’s getting agitated. He’s staring at the male detective impatiently.

“Okay,” Hannah says. “We are here to inform you that there was an incident last night at Southfield Prison.”

Fuck, that’s where Stella, Sutton’s crazy-ass bitch of a mother, is on remand.I walk over to North and grip his arm.

“And? What has that got to do with us?” North snaps. I can feel him tensing. he removes my grip on his arm and pulls me in tight against him. “And if it has something to do with all that shit, where is the detective we were dealing with, shit, what’s his name? Oh, yeah. Detective Wright?”

“So, Detective Wright would have been here, but he is currently in the Maldives. So, you have me and Sean until he comes back. So, back to last night, during the incident, there was a fatality and also a significant injury. Stella Darwen was stabbed several times and is in critical condition in the prison hospital but, sadly, the other inmate didn’t make it,” Hannah explains.

“Do I know you?” I ask, squinting at her. “You look vaguely familiar.” Fuck, I know her face.

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