Page 14 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“You dirty bastard, North, I didn’t mean it like that. Fucking hell. Can’t you think of anything else?” She spits but is laughing at the same time. It’s good to see Sutton so relaxed, but I don’t get why she isn’t as wound up about this as Kara is.

“I meant about the police this morning?” I try again.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. It freaked me out for a bit, but West has told me not to worry and to think about the babies, so that’s what I’m doing. That bitch took too much from me through my childhood, North. She nearly took my future, too. I won’t let her, or those sick fuckers dictate the rest of my life. How’s Kara doing? Is that why you’re asking about me?”

“She had a bit of a meltdown earlier, but I think she’s a bit better now. She wants to be all hard-faced and strong. I told her she needs to let it go now and again. I’m just hoping she’ll lean on me if she needs it,” I say quietly. I don’t want Kara to think I’m talking about her behind her back, but that’s exactly what I’m doing.

“Well, do you want to know how West got me out of my head after the police left this morning?” She winks and smiles.

“Nope, but I get the idea. Please don’t elaborate. But on that note, I’m going to go check on her to make sure she’s okay. It’ll probably take me about an hour.” I set off running up the stairs, laughing.

I try her bedroom first, and when I open the door, I hear the water running from the shower. Well, today is starting to get better. I strip off at super speed, yanking at my trainers as I lose balance and nearly fall over.

I can hear her singing. She has a beautiful voice. It’s the same song she sings when she gets stressed and things go wrong: “That’s the Way” by Jo Dee Messina. There’s something about the song that settles her down.

She belts out a line in the song, “I know from experience nothing’s ever gonna make perfect sense.” I choose this time to open the door slowly and say her name quietly. I don’t want to startle her. From this morning’s palavers, she’s probably jumpy.

“Well, hello, are we having a shower, Princess? Can I wash your back and other parts of your body?” I whisper softly in her ear as my dick touches her silky soft skin. She hums in reply and tips her head back to open up her neck. I’m not rushing this; I want to take my time and make her feel better. I take the shampoo off the shelf and massage a handful into her long, wet, blonde locks. I rub and scratch gently as little moans escape her throat. I hold her under the water to rinse the lather out and then take the sponge and fill it with her favourite shower cream.

I take the sponge and smooth it across her body in tiny circular motions over her shoulders, around her back, and down across her pert, full breasts. I almost lose control when she reaches down and takes some of the soap into her hand and starts to wash my dick. He’s already painfully hard, and I was trying so hard not to make this about me but, fuck, she pushes my buttons like no one else can.

The sponge in my hand hits the floor in the shower, so I use my hand to wash between her legs. I find her slit and slowly dip a finger inside. Fuck, she is so wet and warm. I give her a few strokes with my finger before I bend down and get on both knees in front of her, but she’s not where I need her to be. I grab her hips and turn her around so her ass is in my face, and I use both my hands to pry open her legs. Placing one hand on her lower back, I gently push down so her perfect pussy is open and right there for the taking.

I flat-tongue lick from the top right down to her beautiful starfish again and again, but this time, I lap and dig my tongue where my finger had been. Jesus, she is the sweetest tasting cunt I have ever had. I flick her clit, roll my tongue around her pearl, and fill her with two fingers, pumping slowly, dragging against her pleasure spot. I can feel her legs shaking; I know she is close, so I nip and bite and suck and pump my fingers faster and fuck, does she repay me. Her head falls forward more, and she releases a deep, guttural moan. It’s the sound every man wants to hear at least once in his life. You have just made her come like she never has before.

Her wide-open legs are too much temptation. I take my iron dick in my hand, give it a couple of pumps to loosen it up, and then slide right inside her. She hisses as I push deeper, and I remember the fucking I gave her last night. I become determined to take it slow. Kara has other ideas as she begins to push back and starts to take her own pleasure. Even though we had a marathon of sex last night, her warm tightness makes me want to come, but I hold out gently, keeping in rhythm until I feel her clench and her head falls back onto my chest.

It’s then that I let go. Gripping her tits, I push as deep as I can go as fire flies up my spine, and I empty myself inside her.Mine.

She is mine.

I could stand here forever with the warm water pouring down on the both of us, but I need to clean us both up and keep her distracted other ways.

Chapter 12

Kara

Thereissomethingbeautifulabout being surprised in the shower. North is nothing like I thought he would be. He’s a joker, a fucking handsome joker, and comes across as a bit of Jack the Lad, but with me, he is soft, caring, and sensitive. In the shower, I could feel he just wanted me to feel pleasure. To feel happy and to feel like me. I can’t help it when my head starts to wonder about what could be.

Happy ever after, a couple of kids—but not multiple kids at once—a home of our own, a life filled with nice people, and no fucking drama unless it’s of my own making.

I laugh to myself at the thoughts, but I need to stop. He will realise soon that I’m not some female warrior, I’m a damaged woman who is exceptionally good at hiding the fact she’s scared. I’m so scared of losing him. I wipe the threatening tears from my eyes and finish drying my hair as Sutton appears at the door.

“Hey, what do you want to do today?” she asks.

“Erm, not sure. Don’t you have loads of shit to do, unpacking and stuff?” I reply.

“Nah, I’m not allowed. West has gone all ‘I’m the man, and you’re pregnant’ on me and, to be honest, I need a break from it. I need to just chill with you like we used to. I want to just lie back, get some snacks, and watch a film or a chick flick series. Don’t misunderstand me, I love West so much, but I’ve missed you. We used to see each other every day and be able to talk. Really talk. We haven’t had much time for that. What do you say?”

“I say hell yes, my best friend in the whole wide world. What do you want to watch?” I ask, trying to be excited.

“Okay, so that was the falsest reply you have ever given me. Don’t even think about lying to me, Kara. We need to talk, and we need to sort out your head. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and there is no way on this living fucking earth I’m going to let my bitch-faced mother take another day of your life. We get this shit out in the open today and lay it to rest. Okay?” she rants.

I nod in reply and grab my running shoes from the closet.

“Let’s go for a walk instead.” I smile.

“If we must.” She rubs her growing belly and huffs.

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