Not That Kind of Private Investigator: Chosen Book 21

by J. D. Light

  "Stop watching it," I whined, wondering how just the heat of his eyes on my body could make pre-cum start spilling from my dick, but it definitely was, darkening the spot directly over the head of my cock in my underwear.

  "Sorry," he said breathily, reaching down to his own front and adjusted himself… only he didn't let go, just groaned slightly, squeezing himself through the material.

  I wanted to do that so bad. I wanted to feel the weight of him in my palm, in my mouth.

  "You're still doing it," I said, swallowing hard and trying desperately not to think about what it would feel like to simply slide a little closer, pull down the fronts of our pants and grip us both together.

  "I know."

  "Okay," I said, trying to sit up, only to be jerked back down. I was surprised when Kendrick growled down against the skin of my neck, because I hadn't been expecting the move and suddenly, I was being pressed back into my mattress with a very large, very sexy man on top of me.

  "Fresh air," I said quickly, moaning when his lips brushed against mine. "We need fresh air."

  "It's one in morning," he whispered against my mouth, running his tongue along the seam of my lips, dipping in and making me want to cry with just how good he tasted and felt against me.

  Why was this happening to me? I was only so strong and second after second of the feel of my mate on top of me, made me want to just let go.

  But, that would basically mean Kendrick was stuck with me forever, because there was just no way I'd be able to just let him go after that.

  "And?" he asked on a moan as he rolled his hips, and I grunted at the feel of him.

  My hands came up, finding his hips and I had absolutely zero control as I rocked him against me.

  "It's the middle of the night?" he said, and I frowned, starting to lose the thread of conversation.

  "You just said the same thing two different ways," I whispered against his lips, already past the point of being able to stop anyway.

  Even fresh air at that moment wouldn't stop what was happening. Only my mate telling me he wasn't ready would stop this now.

  "The only things that could possibly be outside right now are serial killers and wild animals," he argued anyway, his pace picking up and I paused us briefly, reaching down between us, and hurriedly pushing both his and my shorts down and out of the way, whimpering when our bare dicks touched for the first time.

  "Wait!" I gasped, arching up off the bed. "What the fuck were we ever talking about?"

  "You're so fucking cute," he growled, tilting his head slightly and finally pressing his mouth fully to mine.

  His tongue thrust inside, and I let it. I did the same in return, sliding mine against his and relishing the taste of my delicious mate.

  When he finally pulled back to look down at me with dark, hungry eyes, I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, my God. Now, you've done it. You've ruined our lives."

  I bit his bottom lip, letting it slide slowly out from between his teeth as a smile spread across his face. "I want you to claim me, Turner," he said, giving another lazy roll of his hips, spreading pre-cum from us both into the skin and hair on our bellies.

  "But, last night…" I said breathlessly, my brain trying to fire up, but missing the mark completely. "I thought you weren't ready."

  "A lot can happen in twenty-four hours, Turner," he said seriously, his gaze intense. "A lot did happen in the last twenty-four hours." He cupped my face, leaning down to nip at my bottom lip before speaking against my mouth. "Like I realized just how lucky I was to have a soulmate and how I shouldn't let something as stupid as what was too fast by human standards bother me, because I want the whole mate thing with you, and I want it right fucking now."

  Sitting up fast and knocking Kendrick off and to the side slightly. I reached over slapping at my toy drawer, grabbing the handle and giving it a good jerk. Thankfully, I didn't send toys and lube flying all over the room, but I did manage to get the drawer stuck at an angle that would frustrate me the next day when I had to fight it back in, but in that moment, I really didn't give a fuck, especially when my fingers wrapped around the bottle of lube.

  When I turned triumphantly to present it to Kendrick, he had already ditched his shorts and underwear and had his hand wrapped around his thick, pulsing dick, slowly milking another drop of pre-cum from the tip. I didn't show even an ounce of restraint as I leaned over and took the thing all the way to the back of my throat, making him arch hard off the bed.

  I pulled back slowly, letting my eyes close in ecstasy and humming when I finally got to the tip and was able to let my tongue dance along the slit, scooping up as much of his delicious essence as I could.

  When I pulled off completely, Kendrick growled, sitting up and turning quickly, pressing my shoulders back against the bed as he came up to his knees over me.

  He was fucking gorgeous, and I knew I stopped moving completely as I took in his body, finally on full display before me.

  "Shit, Kendrick," I whispered, before swallowing hard. "You're so fucking gorgeous. I almost don't believe you're real."

  Gripping my underwear, he jerked them off in a quick movement before letting his eyes move up my body from toes to head. "I could say the same about you," he said huskily, snagging the bottle out of my hand that I hadn't even realized I was still holding.

  Sitting back on the other end of the bed, he brought his knees up, exposing his hole to me. My cock pulsed hard, the pressure almost painful. When he pressed a lubed finger inside, I bit my bottom lip, drawing blood, but still not distracting me from what was happening as he barely wasted any time at all, adding a second, and then a third finger.

  "Next time, I get to stretch you," I growled, moving forward and up between his knees, sitting back on my heels, and spreading my legs enough that my inner thighs brushed the firmness of his asscheeks.

  "Yes, he groaned, easing his fingers from his ass and immediately reaching for my dick, giving it a long, slow stroke, spreading lube on my length before positioning it at his hole. "But hurry this time. I really need you inside me. This fucking craving has been driving me crazy all day."

  The same could have been said for me, so I pressed inside in one, long, slow thrust that forced the air to punch straight out of my lungs.

  We both froze, eyes wide as we looked at each other. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my entire life as being buried inside of Kendrick Williams. My body was at war with itself on whether I should sit there and enjoy the feeling for the rest of my life, or give in to the need to move, to slide my dick in and out of his perfect warmth.

  Finally, the decision was taken from me as Kendrick gripped my hips, pulling and pushing, forcing me to hump inside his body. It didn't take long for the tingle in my spine and the tightening of my balls to show up, then Kendrick threw his head back, exposing his delicious neck to me and cum was shooting up his abs and into the light dusting of fuzz on his chest.

  I yowled my release, throwing my head back to let the ceiling know what was happening before falling forward and sinking my teeth into the sweetly exposed skin of his neck.

  He cried out in surprise, but it quickly turned into a long, deep, moan as more seed joined what was already between us and I gave more to the sweet depths of his body.

  "I didn't know about the bite," he whispered after a moment as I licked at the marred flesh humming happily.

  I cringed, pulling back to look at him and sighed happily when I saw the contented way he was smiling with his eyes closed.

  Chapter Six

  I hadn't planned it. I'd seriously given a great deal of thought to the moment, but in the end, I'd just decided to let it go. Instead I would focus on the fact that the guy was my partner and best friend, and no longer the immature little punk who'd made fun of some kid for having a crush on him.

  That decision completely flew out the window the moment Asher stepped through the front door of Turner's house and I threw a punch, sending him stumbling backward, right out the door again w
here he managed to catch his balance on the front porch.

  "I probably deserved that," Asher said, frowning, grabbing his chin and opening his mouth several times to pop his jaw. "Want to tell me why you did it though?"

  "You're just lucky I didn't sick my mate on you," I said in all seriousness, smirking slightly when Turner flashed his tiger face and growled over my shoulder at Asher.

  "Wait, you have a mate?" he whispered, smiling softly and trying to get a better look at the man who couldn't quite see over my shoulder or around my large frame.

  "Okay, what happened?" Asher asked, frowning at me, like he didn't understand my actions in the least. "I have a feeling I did something, but unfortunately, I have no idea what that could be."

  "You tortured my brother with a video?" I growled, the anger building all over again and I wanted to punch him a second time.

  His eyes widened slightly and then he frowned, tilting his head to the side. "I thought you knew about the video."

  "No. I only found out about it last night."

  "Damn," he whispered, looking down and shaking his head before lifting his chin and meeting, Kendrick's gaze. "I take full responsibility. I was young and stupid and didn't choose my friends wisely," he said, pursing his lips hard. "My biggest regret from back then was that I didn't manage to stop what was going on. I should have known they didn't list––"

  A sound that registered as a shot rang out in the air and we all froze, looking round at each other, none of us quite sure if we had heard what we though we had.

  "What the hell?" Asher said, turning quickly and racing for the side of the house just as another shot sounded.

  Turner and I followed quickly, all three of us coming up on a scene it took far too long for my brain to comprehend.

  "Warren!" I yelled, watching as my brother's head slowly came up from where he was looking down at a body with a gun pointed at the thing, sticking a toe out to nudge the hip of the man on the ground.

  Asher ran forward, going to his knees beside the body and reaching down to feel the man's neck.

  "Is he dead?" Warren asked, clicking the safety back in place, letting the gun fall to his side with his hand as he watched Asher inspect the two gunshot wounds on the man's torso.

  "No." Asher answered, reaching out a hand toward Warren. "You want to give me the gun?"

  "No," Warren said simply, raising the back of his shirt and slipping the thing into a holster he had at the base of his spine.

  "Where the hell did you get a gun?" I barked, glaring at how proficient he seemed to be with the thing. He was clearly comfortable with it. How long had he had it?

  "Don't worry, Kendrick," he said, raising an eyebrow at me. "I've gone through all the safety courses."

  Asher stood, staring at Warren like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He made an abortive move in the man's direction, but when Warren's head snapped around to look at him, giving him a slightly terrifying glare, Asher froze before taking a step back.

  "Who is that guy?" Turner asked, thrusting his chin in the direction of the man on the ground. "And why the hell is he unconscious."

  "He hit his head pretty hard on the porch railing after I shot him the second time," Warren said, shrugging. "And I don't know who he is."

  He glanced up at the porch and I saw the spilled groceries littering the concrete steps. "I knew something was weird when I saw him several times at the grocery store down town, and then also when I was getting gas a mile from here. He's been following me all over town most of the day. Is he a shifter?"

  "Yeah," Asher answered, still staring in awe at my brother, his eyes wide.

  Warren narrowed his eyes on Asher, sweeping him from head to toe and making a face like he was the most distasteful thing his eyes had ever had to see.

  "Hi," Asher said hesitantly, throwing a small wave in the air. "Warren, do you think I can talk to you?"

  Reaching back, Warren pulled a piece of folded paper from his back pocket, before tossing it in Asher's direction. When it hit the ground at my friend's feet, he bent down, frowning as he picked the thing up and turned his hand back and forth, looking at both sides and then up at Warren in question.

  "That is everything that happened form the beginning to end. Including descriptions of the people who were in the fallout shelter with me. My email address is on there if you need me to look at a picture to confirm the identity of someone or anything." Warren shrugged. "High school was a long time ago, and I've been through a lot since then, but some things are impossible to forget. I don't want to be in communication with you. I don't want to forgive you. I don't care if it's unhealthy to be angry and bitter about the past. It's my past, I'll feel how I want about it."

  He turned, not stomping off, or even seeming angry at all as he made his way up his porch steps, picking up the only bag that seemed to have survived and walking through his door before shutting it with a quiet snick of sound.

  "He has a gun," I said, looking at first my mate and then Asher. "Is he emotionally stable enough for a gun?"

  "Well, he didn't try to shoot me." Asher said, shrugging, and I nodded, knowing that was probably a good point. "Which is great, considering shooting me would have put a damper on our mating."

  I continued to nod as I turned to my mate before my head snapped back around toward Asher. "You're what now?"

  "Oh fuck," Turner groaned, dropping his face to his hand, and it was Asher's turn to nod as he sighed, clearly understanding the task he had before him.

  ***

  "Kendrick?" I heard my mate call from the kitchen, and I gasped, stuffing the book I'd been reading beneath a pillow and blinking innocently up at Turner, who was looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

  "Hey," I said perkily, probably sounding ridiculous considering the deepness of my voice.

  "What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously, eyeballing the pillow I'd just slammed down oh so subtly with a smirk.

  "Nothing."

  "Oh, I'm totally convinced," he said, nodding You should be an undercover private investigator or something." Reaching down, he quickly snagged the book out from under the pillow, raising it to read the title. "A baby book?"

  "I've been thinking a lot lately. And I have no problem doing my work from here, right? From home?"

  It had been two days since Turner claimed me, and his house had become my home officially the day before when I'd finally made the call home to let my mom know that not only would Warren still not be going back, but neither would I. That had been fun, and I fully expected her to make a visit within the next few days.

  Hopefully, Warren wouldn't shoot her.

  "Yes," Turner said, his smile growing just at the mention of it.

  "And, I don't even like leaving the house most of the time anyway."

  He chuckled, looking confused. "Okay."

  "And I'm a big guy, so it's not like my stomach would be all that obvious until the very end. I mean, I've seen men with much bigger beer bellies before."

  Turner's eyes widened and the confused smile morphed into one of surprise and happiness. "Kendrick, are you talking about having a baby?"

  "No," I scoffed, curling my lip. "I'm talking about getting a beer belly." When he straddled my lap, his hands immediately going to the sides of my face, I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Do you think that would be okay?"

  "I don't know," he said softly. "You think you're a mean drunk?" My fingers found his rib cage and he made a funny sound that was somewhere between a pig squealing and a monkey screaming.

  "Yes," he said, chuckling, looking me in the eye. "I would love to make babies with you, Kendrick."

  "You don't think it's too soon to do it?" I asked, swallowing at the idea that I might have babies growing inside me. It was both scary and exciting. "I mean, I haven't even told you I love you yet."

  His eyebrows shot up and he blinked at me. "Do you love me?"

  "Oops." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Uh, I planned on saying it a bit more romantically th
an that, but yea, I love you, Turner.

  He leaned forward pressing his lips to mine and speaking against them as I watched a tear slide down the side of his face. "I love you too, Kendrick. And I'm so fucking glad you weren't married to your brother."

  Meanwhile in Purdy

  I leaned against the door jamb, glad I'd opened the curtains as I watched dust particles dance in the beams shining in through the window and the light play over my mate's gorgeous body as he lay on his back, the blanket barely covering his naked form and a pillow over his face.

  Mortal women would kill to have the ability to have a baby… or two, the way Thompsyn had and not have a single mark to show for it.

  Not that it would have mattered either way. I'd found him undeniably attractive and couldn't keep my hands off of him when he'd been hugely pregnant with our babies. I would have found any mark left behind on his body just as beautiful and irresistible.

  I did miss the fat jokes though. Those had been fun.

  I reached down, adjusting my dick, because I could never just simply look at the gorgeousness of my mate and not want him. I always wanted him.

  "I know what you're thinking," he grumbled, his deep voice muffled by the pillow, sounding both amused and exasperated.

  I snatched my hand away from my dick, glaring at his still covered head. "No, you don't."

  He lifted the bottom of the pillow, revealing his sexy mouth and one condescending eye with its raised brow. "You don't have a kid in your arms and you're being quiet." When I shrugged like I didn't know what he was talking about, he smirked. "It means you're thinking about sex."

  Crossing my arms, I glared at him as I walked to the edge of the bed. "You don't know me, Thompsyn Lane," I grumbled, doing my best not to let my eyes wander down his tight abs and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath the sheet barely covering his hips.

  "Okay," he said, still smirking when he let the pillow fall back into place on his face. "What were you thinking about then?"