Page 46 of West (The Moral Compass 1)
“Phew, good” I smile. “Had me worried there for a minute”, I try to lighten the mood. “So, are we all good? Or do you have more questions?” I ask.
“Who were the two lots of people you said were coming to help?”
“The Dendrobes are Irish, and the Birds are Bulgarian. They are our equivalent but from other countries. We have done some work with them over the years, and they have a debt to repay as such. We would never call it in unless we needed to, and they are only obliged to help if they want to. And of course, they want to. Mum called their leaders just after you arrived; she knows how dire the situation is. They are also good people, so don’t be alarmed when they arrive. Some of them are big, ugly fuckers, but they need to be.”
Her eyes met mine through hooded lids. I could tell she was tired. She had been on a rollercoaster since dawn this morning. “Let’s go to bed, Sut. We can work more out in the morning.”
She nodded and slid up the bed and under the covers in one easy movement. I crawled in beside her and pulled her close into my arms. I could smell her raspberry shampoo and fuck did it do things to my dick that I really didn’t need right now.
Unfortunately, my dick has more control over my brain than I wanted, and, before I know it, my hand is moving slowly over her nipple. It’s then I realise it’s as hard as a diamond, and she must be turned on, too. A small gasp escapes her mouth. There is only one thing I can do right now and that is kiss the fuck out of her.
I pull her closer and take her mouth with mine, gently pushing my tongue through her lips. She tastes amazing, wine and mint andso fucking good. I need to make tonight special, so I take my time. I want her to have every ounce of pleasure she can get. This might be the last time we are together, at least for a while, so I am going to make it count.
Chapter 36
Sutton
Irolloverandthe bed is cold. I sit up, listening for the sound of the shower or any sign of West. His clothes are neatly folded on the chair. When we fell asleep last night, they were in a pile on the floor. My heart is hammering in my chest.
Where is he?
I roll out of bed and grab a robe from the closet. It’s then I realise there’s note on top of a tiny phone.
I’m so sorry I had to leave this morning so early and couldn’t say goodbye properly. There has been a development and I needed to go.
I will explain everything when I come back, I promise.
You must listen to my mum and North and do what they say. It is for your own and Kara’s safety.
Please do not leave the house. Not even to go into the garden. This goes for both you and Kara.
I have left you a phone. If you have an emergency, call or text me, but, Sutton, please don’t ring me unless you absolutely have to.
You need to keep this on you at all times but somewhere discreet.
I’ll be back before you know it.
West xxx
“Fucking bastard!” I scream at the top of my voice. My feet pad around on the plush carpet.
What the hell happened? Where has he gone?
I’m pulling clothes out of a closet. I don’t know what they are, but I do know they have been put in there for me. I find a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and I pull out the drawers to find the most beautiful sets of underwear. I don’t give a shit what I look like right now, I need answers.
I hammer on Kara’s door. There’s no answer so I try the handle, but it’s locked.
Fuck!
I stamp my foot like some type of petulant child. Right, I’ll go find someone else. Still barefoot, I storm down the stairs. There are two really big guys standing at the bottom. Neither of them even look in my direction.
Who the hell are they? No time for questioning them I need to find someone I know.
“Sutton, darling. You’re awake,” Liz says, looking far too chipper and well put together for this time in of day.
“Erm, yeah. Do you know where West is?”
“Yes,” was her quick but direct reply.
