19. Khadri “Moros” Weston
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KHADRI "MOROS" WESTON
I held Ryanne's hand as they authenticated her identification. Once that was finished, the law clerk ushered us into a boardroom that had an amazing view of the CN Tower, the Roger's Center and the Ripley's Aquarium.
The city sat around us, busy, and chaotic in the vibrant summer sunlight and that should calm me.
"Ms. Larwick!" The elderly gentleman to join us cheered. "It is so good to see you're okay."
"You must be Goran Sanz."
I turned to see Ryanne shaking his hand.
When he noticed me, the smile melted from his face as he set a large file folder on the pristine desk. He tilted his head then look back at Ryanne.
"This is Khadri Weston—" Ryanne cleared her throat. "Um—my?—"
Seeing she wasn't sure what I was to her, I extended a hand to the lawyer.
"Khadri Weston, her boyfriend." I told the lawyer.
"Oh! Amazing." Goran nodded, shook my hand then motioned for me to sit. "I know this is very heavy for you and I'm happy to see you aren't doing it alone."
Ryanne nodded.
"When Sanjit assigned this file to me." He continued. "I knew he was placing in me great trust. He was very careful in giving me every detail of the case. And I have to say, your case is a really strange one."
"I bet." Ryanne nodded.
"Your father was friends with Sanjit." Goran explained, sitting. "They go back to the very day Morrisey moved to this country. Your father made such an impression on him."
Ryanne smiled, glanced at me then reached for my hand under the table.
"I don't know much about my father," Ryanne said. "Do you know anything?"
"Oh, yes." Goran nodded. "Morrisey was a good man. Even when he was a teenager and had no right being as mature and kind as he was. His roommate in college was a kid name Bradley Spiegle. His father was a diplomat—a Canadian diplomat. He wanted his son to know hard work and what it feels like to live like most of the country did. So, Bradley lived in the doors, had a roommate, a part time job the usually."
I could respect that.
"One day a homemade terrorist went after Bradley. Morrisey didn't think twice and saved him." Goran chuckled good naturedly. "And that was when he was told who Bradley really was, who Bradley's father was. Morrisey declined any rewards—only asked for a job."
"A job?" Ryanne leaned forward. "He could have asked for anything."
"Exactly." Goran replied. "And because of that, Anton Speigle took a liking to him. Bradley and Morrisey grew closer. Anton gave him a job and your father worked hard throughout university and when it became time for his visa issues, Anton made sure your father was taken care of."
"That would explain why he received his citizenship so quickly." I muttered.
"Yes," Goran said.
"But after he began dating Anne, things just started going wrong." Goran added. "Though he loved your mother—and he graduated to much wealth and status, something wasn't right. Things grew worse when your mother became pregnant. To protect her and you, your father gave up everything and just left. He confided in Sanjit about what he thought—that Paul Newman had something to do with all his latest misfortune but he couldn't prove it."
"So, he did know Paul was a shit human?" Ryanne asked.
"It was hard on him, you see." Goran responded. "He couldn't believe the man he'd trust so much could really be harming him."
"And what happened to Bradley?" I wanted to know.
"He died just before your mother gave birth to you." Goran replied. "Sanjit and I believed the stress of his death was what caused your mother to go into labour. Over the years, Anne, your father and Bradley became, kind of like a little family."
"How did he die?" Ryanne squeezed my hand.
"Cancer. It was quick. They found it during a routine checkup and by the time they could come up with treatment options he was bedridden." Goran straightened his spine as if speaking about all this exhausted him. "He left everything he had to your parents."
"That's so sad." Ryanne exhaled. "I can see how that could have been hard on my parents. What happened to his father?"
"Anton—he passed away about a year ago." Goran explained. "He had a heart attack at his wife's grave."
A moment of silence.
"Morrisey changed his will the very moment he found out Anne was pregnant." Goran explained, pulling out a folder from the large file. He opened it in front of him and adjusted his glasses on his nose. "He wanted to make sure if anything was to happen to him, the people responsible for hurting him and Anne wouldn't profit from his death."
Releasing Ryanne's hand, I used that hand to massage the back of her neck. She smiled at me then returned her gaze to Goran.
"The police sent me their report." Goran explained. "I'm disgusted with what has happened. Our search for you always came back with the same result—you were deceased. And after we were contacted by the detective on the case, we did some digging and found a few things."
"Paul Newman and his contacts changed your social number a few days after your parents' deaths." Goran reported. "While we ran your old number and coming up with nothing?—"
Ryanne nodded.
"Just a little bit longer, Shorty." I kissed her ear.
"Would you like to take a break?" Goran asked.
Ryanne shook her head.
"I'm okay."
When she replied, she was staring into my eyes and smiling at me.
"Very well, let's continue," Goran said. "His entire estate is yours, Ms. Larwick. When you turn thirty—that is. It includes a sum of fifteen million dollars, his estate property and a cabin on the lake in the Muskoka's. He stipulated that his vehicles were to be sold and the funds placed into the estate and that further padded the financial bit of it. He also left this letter for Paul."
The envelop was showing its age but it was still firmly sealed. The white paper was beginning to brown and wrinkle with the passage of time.
"Your father wanted you to open it in front of Paul." Goran added. "Read it to him."
"Why me?"
"I'm not sure." Goran shook his head. "But I'm certain there is a reason."
She accepted it.
"Do you know anything about my mother's family?" Ryanne asked. "I found dad's parents in Jamaica. But nothing for my mother."
Goran dug through the file again and pulled out a piece of paper. He extended it to Ryanne.
"They aren't very nice people." Goran explained. "Anne's mother, Miriam used to work her ass off to send money home to take care of these people. When she grew ill, they still expected the money and the free ride. Anne refused and was swiftly disowned. I'm sure you see that everything was in Morrisey's name."
We both nodded.
"That was why. They couldn't trust Anne's family." Goran pointed out. "After she passed, they tried suing the estate. They lost…"
"Everything was in my father's name." Ryanne nodded. "Precisely. Your father saw anything he had as hers. So, the estate belonged to both of them. They'll try and come after you?—"
"I'll make them regret it." I growled.
"Very good." Goran spoke.
We went through a few other legalities that needed to be set in place for the transfer of the estate on Ryanne's birthday, and though we would have to make another visit to the lawyer, it was enough for one day. We wandered out into the sunlight, Ryanne taking a moment to lean heavily against me, pressed her face into my chest and inhaled.
"I love your smell." She'd told me a few nights before as she shoved her face into my neck. "It?—"
"Turns you on?" I'd interrupted.
She'd lifted her head to glare at me with a sweet kind of anger I loved seeing on her face.
"Moros, focus."
That had caused me to laugh. She rarely called me by my callsign—it was usually when she was trying to be mad at me but was failing.
I'd kissed her nose.
"Okay, darling. I'm focused—what am I focusing on."
"Your scent makes me feel safe." She'd told me.
She'd then giggled, held me tighter and kissed my neck.
"And it turns me on!" She'd admitted.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her closer into me, kissed her head and stood there in the parking lot, just holding her. By the time we made it to lunch with Pasha and Boss, she seemed exhausted and was over the day.
Still, she laughed with my friends—held conversations with them, helped them in teasing me.
We even explained to them what the lawyer said and all the new information Goran had given us. Boss was contemplative about Anne's family, wondering why they couldn't have just gotten over themselves and looked a little deeper for Ryanne.
There were only two bodies in the car.
"Paul was running interference from day one." Pasha leaned in. "He's been hiding Ryanne from everyone in everything. I mean, why go to that length?"
"He was greedy." I put in. "And he wanted Ryanne to suffer because Anne dared to choose the man she was in love with to have his child."
Pasha scoffed. "Men are pigs."
"Hey!" Boss exclaimed.
"You know what I mean!" Pasha adjusted her ass on her chair and pointed at Boss. "Y'all need to band together and make your fellow men behave."
"I wish it was that easy." Ryanne muttered.
"So, what are you going to do about your mother's family?" Pasha leaned in to rest her elbows on the table and to pop a French fry into her mouth.
Ryanne seemed thoughtful for a bit. She slurped from her milkshake then dunked one of her fries into the shake and ate.
Boss and I exchanged looks while Pasha did what Ryanne had just done.
"Not bad." Pasha chewed, doing it again.
"Nothing." Ryanne finally replied. "The old me would have gone out to meet them but they don't want me. They didn't even try to find out what happened to my mother. And it seemed my grandmother by my mother's side worked herself to death to take care of them and no kind of remorse or gratefulness. I don't want to deal with that."
"What are you going to do about your mother's family?" Boss wanted to know.
"Family doesn't have to be DNA." I pipped up.
Ryanne nodded. "He's right. I'm over craving people who can't love me. And with what I'm about to inherit, they wouldn't be with me because they want to. I don't have the energy to focus on people who just want to drain me."
Boss squeezed her hand.
"You guys are my family." Ryanne grinned into my face. "This beast is my man. You, Pash are my sister, whether you want me or not. And Boss is my big brother. And if you'll have me, I'm happy."
Pasha began crying. She darted around the table to kneel beside Ryanne to hug her tightly.
"I'll have you." Pasha cheered. "Definitely, Phi!"
I waited for Boss to kiss Ryanne's hand before I kissed her as deeply as I could muster without us getting arrested.
Boss and Pasha cleared their throats, and I leaned back.
Ryanne took a moment to hide her face against my shoulder.
"I've pulled a few strings for you to see Paul." Boss told the table. "He's being released from the hospital and into our custody. Once we have him settled in his cell, I'll get you visitation."
"Thanks." Her voice cracked.
"Are you sure about this, Phi?" Pasha wanted to know.
"I'll be okay." Ryanne assured her. "My father never asked anything of me, except this one thing."
Everyone at the table made a soft sound in our throats while nodding.
After a little while of spending time together, we had to drop Pasha at the airport, she hugged me tightly while making me promise I'd keep a closer eye on Ryanne.
"This entire thing will be heavy on her." Pasha stood back. "And I know you believe your penis is magical, but she's going to need more than that."
"Wait—there's something more than my magical penis?"
Pasha smacked my arm.
"I get it." I told her seriously. "She'll be okay—I'll make sure."
Pasha didn't leave until after she'd hugged Ryanne and Boss again.
To give her a moment to breathe before tackling going to her apartment, I drove us down to the Bluffs. There, I reverse parked, and we climbed out to sit on the open bed of the truck, staring out over at the lake as the sun moved slowly across the sky.
Her trembling hand found mine and though I didn't turn my head, I lifted my hand so she could set her palm on mine then closed my fingers over her hand.
We didn't speak—I couldn't find words enough to lessen the burden I knew she was now carrying.
"Phi Khadri?"
I blinked then laughed softly at her using the honourrific.
"Not you too." I exclaimed, laughing harder.
She giggled.
"I want to do something with you." Ryanne told me.
"Something?" I asked, shifted so I could curl a leg under me. "What kind of something?"
Ryanne glanced around as if looking to make sure we were alone, then slid from where she was sitting to stand between my thighs. She leaned in to kiss me—gently at first then deeper and deeper while lifting my hands to her breasts.
"Shorty, we?—"
"No talking." She shushed me before kissing me again. "Massage then—pull—yes!"
I squeezed her hardened nipples between my fingers then tugged and twisted. So soft purr escaped her mouth, but I swallowed it in a kiss.
She dropped a palm over my crotch, and I gasped and tugged my mouth away.
"Baby, what are you doing?" I panted. "We're in the open."
"No one is here." Ryanne whispered against my jawline. "It's just you and me—responsible people are working at this hour. I won't make it home, Khadri."
Before I could respond, she slipped downward in front of me until she was face to face with my crotch. And while I probably should stop her, the look in her eyes pushed me the rest of the journey to losing my mind.
Setting my hands beside me, I licked my lips and nodded my permission. She smiled up at me and undid my zipper.
She barely had to stick her hand in to get my cock—it seemed to pop out, ready for whatever it was she had in mind.
This time when she took me into her mouth, there was nothing tentative about it. Her tongue swiped around the head before she pulled me in as far as her throat would allow, gagging a few times before pulling back to breathe.
Inhaling, she tried again.
This time, she breathed through her nose, her hot breath bathing me in a place I never thought another woman would want to. Fighting, I kept my hands at my side, tossed my head back and willed my hips to keep from driving up.
She moaned, gripped my thighs and sank her head down further.
My eyes crossed.
"Shit, Ryanne." I groaned.
She added to my insanity by gently dragging her nails long my clothed skin, the insides of my thighs, up to my hips and down again.
The sounds she made told me she was having fun, that she was enjoying what she was doing to me. I needed more—I needed to give her more.
My tongue slipped out between my lips as the crave to taste her on it filled me. And while I wanted to let her have the control, I gripped her shoulders to pull her up before standing to lift her to take my place. There, I spread her thighs, went down on my knees and worshipped her in a way that I never had before.
"Khadri, please." She clutched the back of my head. "I need you—deeper."
She climaxed on my tongue, her juices draining down my chin and the sides of my mouth.
I realized then I love this side of her.
The side of her that spread her legs wide for me, screamed her pleasure then had absolutely no shame about coming in my mouth.
I love this darker bit of her, the bit that gripped the back of my head, held it down and rode my tongue until she trembled so violently, I had to hold her down.
But I wasn't done.
I'm greedy.
I was hungry for her—starving for her taste.
I made her come again and again and again—I made her break until all she could do was lay in the bed of my trunk, convulsing just because the breeze blew across her skin.
"Do you want time to catch your breath?" I demanded, undoing my belt then lying on my back beside her.
"More." She panted.
"Stand up."
"Khadri—"
"Get—up."
Whimpering, she used the side of the truck to push herself to her feet. I lifted one of her legs over my head to the other side and stuck my tongue out at her.
"Huh?" She looked down at me, dazed confusion in her gaze.
"Have a seat."
Ryanne hesitated.
"Baby, I could suffocate you." Ryanne told me, trying to back away.
I caught her ass in my palms, holding her in place.
"Look at me." I ordered her.
When she did again, I smiled.
"If it happens, it happens." I growled. "Sit."
Her knees wobbled and she slowly lowered herself to my face. Moaning, I clutched her hips to control my air as I drove my tongue into her again.
I wish I could see the way her body looked, sitting on her throne. I wanted to watch her beautiful breasts shake as she rode my tongue, and screamed so loud, it echoed around us.
The thought of her reaching back to press her palms to my stomach as her eyes closed made me harder and harder until even the wind against the tender head of my cock made me want to come.
She shouted her orgasm and all I could do in response is lift her from my tongue, down my frame and onto my dick.
I licked her from my lips, feeling myself pulse even as I reached for her breasts again and began driving my hips up and deeper inside her.
"Khadri, I think—I can't again."
"Yes, you can." I sat up and wrapped my arms around her to press her ass down. "Fuck me."
Her weight on me, over me was glorious. But something was missing—something was definitely missing.
Reaching up, I undid the front button of her dress. I tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts then smiled.
They bounced with her motion and unlike the first time we were together, she didn't try hiding herself from me. Completely gone, I settled back, allowed them to hypnotize me as she rode me harder and faster.
An engine sounded from somewhere in my daze and she gasped. Immediately, she began trying to fix herself but I took her palms and restrained them behind her back.
"Don't stop." I rolled my hips upward, hitting her spot, making her moan.
"But people?—"
"I don't care if we're on the front page of every newspaper tomorrow." I rasped, withdrawing, only to slam into her again so hard, the truck rocked. "Make—me—come."
Sitting up, I pulled one of her dark nipples into my mouth.
"Fuck, fuck—oh fuck!" She mumbled, trying to free her hands.
Luckily, the sound died in the distance, but I wouldn't have cared. She came roughly, trapping my dick inside her. I couldn't have stopped even if the whole world was watching.
That did it for me—that caused my fingers to weaken and release her.
She shoved me over to my back, just as my entire body tightened. The sound that escaped my body was raw, primal and we couldn't have explained it if someone came checking.
I tightened my arms around her back, holding her down against me, pushing my dick deeper inside her, feeling every reaction to each spurt.
"Shit." Ryanne panted, digging her nails into my chest. "Khadri, I think I'm going to die?—"
"How about I make you come again and find out?" I growled, rolling us over.
She looked up at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"We're going to get—I mean—caught."
I licked my lips and bowed for her untouched nipple.