Chapter 19

Chapter

Nineteen

KAI

" C harlotte's dead?" I choke out.

"They haven't retrieved a body, but they believe she is. Her house was broken into three nights ago, and the blood found suggests she isn't alive." She pulls the police report out of her bag and hands it to me.

"Where were you three nights ago?" I look at Fabien in utter confusion.

"Who would think you would do this?" I wasn't prepared for the pictures attached to the report.

They are graphic and detailed.

"Not him, Cher. You." My mouth drops open as I stare at Genevieve.

"Me?" She nods, and I note the look of sympathy in her eyes.

"I was at Spirits all day. Then home." It was a typical fucked up day.

"That's it?" I nod, then stop.

"No, I ran out for a few minutes to buy," I stop short.

"Weed, yes, I know you smoke. What time was that?" I frown, trying to remember.

"Around six, I think." She nods.

"How long were you gone?" Fuck, I have no idea.

"Less than an hour," I guess, but if her face is any indication, that doesn't seem to help my case.

"So you have a window of, let's say, forty-five minutes with no alibi, where you could have technically gone to Ms. Monroe's home and done this." She taps the papers.

"I, no, I couldn't," my voice seizes in my throat.

"I know, Cher. But they believe you did. The question is, why? Come on. Let's get to the clubhouse. We have work to do." She waves us to my car as she gets into hers.

Fabien offers me the keys, but I shake my head.

"Um, guys?" Leah stands by my car with a quizzical look.

Right, two-seater.

"On my lap, gorgeous. It'll distract me." I wink at her as I sit down and then tap my thigh.

"You sure you don't want to drive?" Fabien says lamely.

"Which one of us was behind bars a few minutes ago?" He rolls his eyes at me.

"Fair." I chuckle as Leah climbs in and arranges herself in my lap.

I enjoy her ass wiggling a little too much on my cock. By the time she's settled and the car is moving, I'm ready to bust.

"Fuck you smell good," I whisper in her ear as I let my hands wander.

I rub the outside of her thigh up to her hip, then back again. Every time, my fingers manage to pull her dress up an inch at a time until I'm touching nice, warm, soft skin.

"Don't get yourself or her all worked up. We're here," Fabien says, and I groan.

"Killjoy," Leah giggles at us but doesn't move off my lap when I open the door.

"I've never kissed a convict before." Fabien scoffs at her words.

"He's hardly a convict, Baby." He watches as her face gets closer to mine.

"Shut up," I growl in his direction and pull Leah closer.

"Being in prison is really, really, hard." I make sure she feels my cock as I speak, and her little gasp lets me know she got exactly what I meant.

It also allowed me to slip my tongue into her mouth the moment our lips touched.

"Fuck," Fabien hisses next to us.

I ignore him and enjoy the feel of Leah on my lap, with her warm, tantalizing lips working their magic on my soul. It's just a simple thing, but the emotions it invokes inside me have me craving more. An animal I didn't know I had has awoken, and he wants out to play with his new prey.

"As much as I love the show, I need to remind you both that we are in public, and my mother is waiting for us." Fabien's voice cuts through the roaring in my ears, and I gently kiss before leaning back into the seat.

One of my hands is tangled in her hair while the other is under her dress, firmly squeezing her ass cheek. I swallow hard as I release her gently.

"Sorry, I got carried away." I try to fix her hair as she blushes and looks away.

"I'm not," Oh fuck, the sound of her breathy voice full of a soul would have me on my knees if we weren't still sitting.

"You are a dangerous addiction, Cher." I clear my throat and help her off my lap.

"Mmm," she adjusts her dress as I rearrange my dick.

The back door flies open, and Phoebe runs out to meet us.

"Are you ok?" Her hands roam over my body as if she were searching for injuries without actually touching me.

"Yes, Baby. Come here." I hug her.

"I was so scared." I lift her in my arms, and she wraps her legs around my hips, instantly feeling my hard-on.

"OH!" She glances down at Leah and then at Fabien.

"Um, who's this for?" She shimmies her hips, and I groan.

Leah's hand raised slowly like she was a timid student waiting to be called on by the new hot teacher. I close my eyes and groan at the fantasy. I really hope she's into role-playing, but we haven't had a second to do a damn thing together.

"Well, thank you." Phoebe winks at Leah, and we all laugh.

"Everyone here?" Fabien asks Phoebe, who I let slip back down to her feet.

"I'm not sure. It's a mad house in there." He nods and goes inside, leaving us three to stare at each other.

Leah's blush is an aphrodisiac I didn't know I needed in my life, and I mean to make her understand how much.