Page 146 of Never Say Never

"Shit, gotta go. Have fun with your fed," Gin said. He waved his phone at me. "Unless you want to join in on my adventures. Bash a few skulls in, get a baby, go shopping? You know, fun stuff."

"Next time." I'd slip fully back into my role within the family. But only once I had York. There was no way I was going to be able to function with heavy blue balls between my legs.

My phone went off again, and I got behind the wheel. I took a picture of the backseat full of bags from the sex shop.

Paolo: You upset, baby? Come take it out on my ass.

York: Bet.

I blinked a few times. He wasn't serious. York was a workaholic, and no matter how hard I tried, he'd only slipped up once or twice in the office. But to leave work early to get dick, that was new. I checked his location on the app. I got him a watch with the same tracker as the girls' bracelets. He was still at the bureau. Disappointment settled in the middle of my chest. I shouldn't have thought he'd come running home.

Starting the car, I left the parking lot and headed back to Benito's building. We still needed to talk about where we would stay. I knew his penthouse, the one he picked out with Dawn; it was where they'd had the girls and raised them for the first few years of their lives. If York wanted to go back, he wasn't going without me. It wasn't nearly as secure, but it wasn't exactly a secret who owned the building where we lived currently. If anyone found out where York was residing, his job could be jeopardy.

I checked again to see if York had left from work. The small, red dot hadn’t moved. I swallowed back the turmoil of emotions. I'd have him soon, and then I'd take my frustrations out on him. Pulling up the messenger app, I sent another group of photos. Some were taken in the shower, some in the kitchen. I wanted him to know I wanted to fuck or be fucked throughout the entire place. I didn't want an inch of the apartment to not be marked by us. When there wasn't a reply back, I got out of the car and passed the keys off to one of the guys waiting in front of the building.

Bags hung off my arms as I made my way inside. Balancing them was a bitch but I was a parent now. I had my phone in hand and my messages up.

Paolo: How are the kids?

Harlow: Not dead if that's what you're worried about

I wasn't before but now I was.

Paolo: You need help?

Harlow: You saying I don't know what I'm doing?

Paolo: Do you?

Harlow proceeded to send me three photos of the girls laying on the floor with Emika between them. It was the cutest thing in the world.

Paolo: Lead with that next time.

Harlow: You're not in charge of me.

I switched back over to the tracking app. York was still at work. I figured there wouldn't have been any change from the time it took me to leave the car to get to our temporary home. But a man could hold out hope.

Paolo: You plan to stay at work?

I nodded at the guards, not really looking at them as I entered my place. The door closed behind me as I tried to find another picture to send to York. The hairs on my arms stood to attention, and before I could look up, I was slammed against the door. Air forced out of my lungs all at once. I dropped the bags, ready to kill whoever intruded my home. Again.

Familiar brown eyes and rustic cologne hit me like a ton of bricks.

"York? But you're supposed to be at work."

My boyfriend grinned at me, pressing his forearm against my windpipe forcefully. His hand dropped down to my crotch and he flicked the button undone with practiced ease. When in the hell had he gotten so smooth? I licked my lips, marveling at his perfect brown skin, sharp jawline, and overpowering presence.

"Yo—" He pushed harder, cutting off any chance of me talking.

My cock was a perverted son of a bitch. I got hard as York choked me, putting me at his mercy. My toes and fingertips started to tingle the longer he deprived me of even air.

"Your little stunt had people talking throughout the office."

I grinned, that only seemed to piss York off even more. His hand wrapped around my needy cock and gave it much needed friction. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I was wrapped in pure pleasure. It felt so good to have York's hands back on me. There was only one kind of ecstasy that came from having the man I loved.

"Needy, aren't you?" York teased, pulling his hand away too soon. He licked his palm, never breaking eye contact. "What did you get, Paolo?"

I tapped the arm currently restricting my breathing. York eased up just enough for me to suck in little gasps of air. Fuck, that's hot. Fire licked up my body from head to toe.