Page 3 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

I strip off my clothes and turn on the shower. The room is filled with steam as tears begin to well in my eyes. I don’t know why his rejection stings. We only had sex once. I think it’s because we still live together in this house, but we become more like brother and sister every day.

Razor in hand, I shave all the important parts until there’s not a hair left on my body. My hair is thoroughly shampooed and conditioned. I can’t help but think of North, and my hand slowly finds itself between my legs. I don’t want to think of North whilst I get myself off, but I can’t imagine anyone or anything else. It doesn’t take long before I throw my head back and see stars mixed with the image of North’s face smiling back at me. I step out of the shower and grab my favourite moisturiser. God, my body feels like silk.

When Sutton and I first came here, Liz, North’s mum, had our wardrobes filled with beautiful, expensive clothes. I’ve not had the chance to wear any of them, so tonight, I am going to dress to impress and make some jaws drop in the process. The short black, figure-hugging piece I’ve been dying to wear calls out to me.

I get my hair dried and curled into beachy waves. I put on my makeup; just a bit of bronzer and a nice pink gloss that plumps up my lips nicely. Throw in a stunning pair of Jimmy’s, and I’m ready to go.

Watch out, boys. Kara is coming out to play.

Chapter 3

North

Karawasmissingfordinner. It worries me. She’s been quiet lately, and I miss her snarky sarcasm. I’m about to go check on her when I hear heels coming down the staircase.

Fucking hell, what is she wearing? My heart slams against my chest. Or the other question is what is she not fucking wearing? She’s more stunning than I have ever seen her. My eyes can’t stop roaming her body.

“Hey, where you going all dolled up?” I try to ask casually. My dick is tent pegging in my trousers, so I move a cushion onto my lap.

“Sherie is back from France for a few days, so we are going out for a few drinks, a bit of karaoke, and maybe find some fun,” she replies. A fucking wink on the “fun.” Oh, shit no, I don’t want her to go out looking like that and certainly not to find fun.“There’s fun here Kara! Right here! in my pants Kara”my dick brain shouts.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of Sherie before. Where are you going?” I question, trying to get some more information.

“She’s mine and Sutton’s friend from school. She’s French, and she’s a total fucking man magnet. We are going to meet in the Brown Cow, then we’ll head into town and then to a club.” She smiles and then giggles. “If we make it that far. Sherie has a knack for pulling before we even get out of the second pub. Anyway, gotta shoot. Shit, sorry, North. Didn’t mean to say shoot. Ah, shit, I said it again. Anyway, I’m off, and I’ll catch you tomorrow maybe?”

“Yeah,” I drawl. “Have fun, sweetheart, but please be careful,” I say with concern. Then, I get a master thought. “Hey, make sure you have enough cash to get home or they won’t even let you in the cab. If you get stuck or separated ring me, and I’ll come and pick you up. It can be a nightmare getting a cab back to here. Better thought Kara, just ring me anyway. I’m not doing anything, so I can easily drive through. It doesn’t matter what time either.” I’m starting to sound pathetic. “Sorry, just go, beautiful, and have a good night. If you ring me, I’ll be here. Okay?”

“Thanks, North, it means a lot, but don’t wait up.” She winks again. Then, the door slams behind her.

Fuck, can’t she see what she’s doing to me? Or was that her way of telling me that she is definitely not interested in taking it further? I think I just have to admit to myself that the one woman who could possibly tame the beast, doesn’t want to. Maybe that’s the allure. Maybe that’s why I want her so fucking badly. It’s because she doesn’t want me. My head is battered and Dick? Huh, he’s well and truly deflated.

I go for a swim. Then, I take a shower that ends in a mind-blowing orgasm, and my hand is full of come as I remember how Kara looked when she left this evening. The thought of her pink lips around my cock shook my world. I play a little online poker and pace a thousand steps, but when I look at the clock, it’s not even midnight. I think the best thing I can do is go to bed and hope she either comes home soon or rings me.

Chapter 4

Kara

Thetaxipullsupoutside the Brown Cow at 7:45 p.m. I pay the driver and jump out. There are several groups of people milling around outside. I look at each crowd to see if I can spot Sherie. A large group of guys are all laughing and cheering. I look at them a little more as my Spidey-senses kick in. Yep, Sherie is right in the middle of them all.

“Kara, my sister from another mister!” With her arms high in the air, Sherie yells, waving me towards her. Sometimes, the stuff she comes out with just sounds wrong in her very French accent. She lived in the UK for ten years and did her best to blend in, but the accent just wouldn’t drop.

“Hey, Shez, I’m so glad you’re early, and God, I’ve missed you. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen you.”

“I’m so pleased you called today. I couldn’t stand another night of game shows and soap operas. My mother just loves them. Me... not so much.”

I manage to pull her away from the large group and get to the bar.

“A bottle of prosecco and two glasses please.” I hand the bartender a twenty, grab the bottle and the glasses, and head further into the pub to find a table.

“Prosecco?” Sherie screws her face up. “Hey, nothing wrong with the cheap stuff to start with. We can move on to the expensive stuff when someone else is paying.”

I laugh. Three bottles of prosecco later, we are four songs down on the karaoke, and we are dancing like no one is watching. It’s so good to let my hair down. I finally feel free. My thoughts keep wandering back to North.

When I left the house tonight, he looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel. I could tell he was trying to remain calm because, well, let’s face it, the dress I’m wearing is somewhat revealing. It hurts like hell when he acts all big brother on me.

“Ring me if you need a lift home.”

Like hell I will.

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