Missing Hearts

by Wright, Kenya

  “It could have happened.”

  “No. I really didn’t think this night through. Of course, I’m going to fuck you first.”

  “The food looks good.”

  “Not as good as you.” I got on top of the table. Within seconds, I slid inside of her. “This was a crazy idea.”

  “Oh.” She moaned.

  “What was I thinking?”

  She panted. “I love your cock so much I’m not complaining.”

  I pulled out. “I just wanted you to not be worried or have any regrets.”

  “So, you followed Brett’s advice and took me to a restaurant where we get butt naked?” She grinned. “And why did you stop fucking me just now?”

  I stared into those beautiful eyes. “I’m going to dedicate my life to making you happy.”

  “That’s why I said yes, Agent King. And I also plan to be the best wife in the world.” She scanned the place. “Although. . .I hope you’re not always expecting this.”

  I grinned. “No.”

  “Let’s finish what you were doing.”

  Groaning, I pierced her again and devoured her mouth. This time the kiss was slower. Softer. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

  Immediately, I felt like an idiot for following this idea. But that was why I loved her. She made me nervous. She made me want to do crazy things to please and excite her. She made me want to be a better man.

  “God, I love you.” Before she could speak, I was kissing her again.

  Crazy date idea or not, I took my time making love to her. My cock filled every inch of her pussy. She moaned as I ground against her clit and pumped in a perfect rhythm.

  Realizing the table might be uncomfortable for her back, I rolled us over.

  She straddled me more. Such a strong-minded woman, she tried to take over, but I wouldn’t have it. I dominated her from the bottom, showing her who would wear the pants in this relationship.

  Granted, she would tell me what pants to wear and how to wear them.

  “I love your pussy.” I grabbed her hips and guided her up and down my cock.

  She leaned down, stuffing my mouth with a nipple.

  I growled, “Yes.”

  The poor table rocked and squeaked. I hoped to God that it wouldn’t break, but deep inside, I didn’t care.

  “Oh, I’m so close.”

  “Are you now?” I sucked on her nipple and slammed my cock into her.

  “Ah!” Her body trembled against me.

  “Yes.” I kept the rhythm. Soon, I was climaxing with her. Right as her pussy warmed and squeezed my length tight. I held her down and thrust up, giving into my own release and following her over the edge. My cock swelled as I emptied inside that lovely pussy.

  With the way we were fucking, our mothers would have those grandkids that they wished for soon.

  I growled with pleasure.

  “Oh my God.” She fell on top of me. Her body went limp and soft.

  Unable to help it, I thrust the last of my cum into her.

  Well. . .this place wasn’t a complete waste. I enjoyed that.

  The date ended up being a good idea.

  We ate after that, fucked some more, had dessert, and then finished with round three. By the time I put back on my clothes and led us to the car, I knew my cock needed a break.

  I drove us to the house.

  Haven passed out in the passenger seat.

  Instead of waking her, I picked her up and carried that small frame to our bedroom. I couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest man alive.

  She’s right. Everything will be okay. It has to be. I won’t accept anything else.

  Epilogue

  Meet the Parents

  Alexander

  By the next morning, that feeling of luck disappeared. My body remained on edge. I paced back and forth in the living room.

  Haven left the kitchen. “Would you relax?”

  “I am relaxed.” I ran my fingers through my hair.

  She placed her hands on her hips. “You have your holster on with the gun in it. Is that how you’re going to greet your parents?”

  “He’s the director too.”

  “He’s your father and you need to put your gun away. This is not showing him that our working together will remain professional.”

  Groaning, I took off the holster along with the gun and set it down.

  Mrs. Barron ducked her head out of the kitchen doorway. “An elegant couple is walking up to the house. Very good-looking. Must be your parents.”

  “Thanks, Mom.” I gave her a weak smile. “However, you’re at the top of the good-looking department.”

  She smiled. “Well, I know that, son. I am absolutely gorgeous.”

  I half-bowed. “You are.”

  Haven rolled her eyes. “You two are sickening.”

  “Stop being jealous, Agent Barron. It’s not nice.”

  Mrs. Barron went back into the kitchen.

  Haven headed that way too.

  “Wait. Where are you going?” I frowned.

  Haven glanced over her shoulder. “You should calmly greet your parents first, and then I’ll come out.”

  “But—”

  The doorbell rang.

  “Go ahead, baby.” Haven disappeared.

  I turned and stared at the door.

  It wasn’t just the news of Haven’s position that had me on edge. Haven was the first woman that I would let meet my parents. As much as I didn’t want to think about it, their approval was important to me. I wouldn’t break up with Haven without it, but it would darken my day.

  They’ll love her. And Haven will stay in my unit. Everything will be. . .

  The doorbell rang again.

  I let out a long breath, went to the door, and tightened my hand around the knob. Still, I didn’t open it yet.

  God, bring me good news. We’ve been talking, you and me. Don’t we have a good thing going, God?

  I swallowed.

  Amen.

  I opened the door.

  My mother assaulted me with tears and a hug. “You’re getting married. Finally. I can’t believe it. Where is she?”

  “In the kitchen with her mother.”

  She sniffled. “Your father told me that she’s beautiful.”

  I turned to him.

  He was as tall as me. He stared back with a straight expression.

  Shocked, I asked. “You said Haven was beautiful?”

  “I met her before she went down to Georgia and I have eyes.” He opened his arms. “You did good down there. That was a tough case.”

  I hugged him back. Still, tension gathered in my shoulders. “And do you have news of her being in my unit or—?”

  “Alex.” My father moved his arms and gazed at me in shock. “This isn’t a business trip.”

  “I know, but I want an answer. I will not stand for Haven being taken out—”

  “You’ve called and told me that several times.” He scowled. “I will not have you threaten and bully me.”

  My mother dapped at her eyes and laughed. “Both of you need to stop being stubborn. And stop playing with our son. Just tell him.”

  I frowned. “Tell me what?”

  He patted my back. “You’re in love. I had to draw this out as much as I can. I’m not used to you getting so emotional about anything.”

  “Father.” I glared at him. “Tell me.”

  “Of course, Agent Barron is staying with your unit, but you need to appear rational.” He shook his head. “Unlike how you are at this time.”

  I exhaled. “No one thinks it’s inappropriate?”

  “Of course, everyone does, but you both closed a case and provided evidence that will result in several Georgia officials getting reelected, including the Governor. Everyone is pleased and are looking the other way.” My father walked into the living room. “Where’s Haven? I would love to meet my daughter-in-law.”

  “Okay you both. . .” I turned around and only noticed my father and me in the a
rea. “Wait. Where’s Mother?”

  Feminine laughter came from the kitchen.

  “She ran in there.” My father shook his head. “We might as well leave them alone. Your mother has been so lonely lately. Lots of hinting that I should retire and travel with her more. She’s dying to have someone to talk to.”

  “Retirement. Interesting.” I shut the door. “What’s your thoughts on the matter?”

  “I need a replacement.”

  I held my hands up. “Don’t look at me.”

  “Who else would do it?”

  “Someone that’s not your son. Surely, I’m tired of the gossip of nepotism following me around.”

  “No one thinks it’s nepotism when they look at your shiny record.”

  “We’re not talking about my being director this trip. Absolutely not.”

  “Fine, but keep it in your head. Eventually, you’ll be going that way. You’re the only one I trust.” He gestured for us to walk to the back. “Now, show me around. Where are we staying? Which room?”

  “I rented you both a nice villa near the house.”

  “No.” He grinned. “We’ll be staying in this big house. It’ll give us time to get to know our new daughter-in-law.”

  The frown returned. I was finding that I didn’t like sharing Haven with anyone, not even my parents.

  At least we will continue to work together.

  “How’s Haven doing after this case?” My father asked as I led him upstairs.

  “Nightmares.”

  “Is she seeing somebody?”

  “She has an appointment next week.”

  “And you? Will my son see someone?”

  “I have her. Haven has kept all the nightmares away.”

  “You still need to talk to someone.”

  “I will.”

  “Good. A marriage takes work, and we’re Kings.”

  “We’re Kings? What does that mean?”

  “Kings don’t divorce.”

  I smiled. “I don’t plan to divorce Haven.”

  “Then, you’re ready.” He walked past me and entered our bedroom. “This one looks nice. We can stay in here.”

  “This is Haven and my bedroom. Like I said you’re staying in the villa.”

  My father chuckled, left the room, and went down the hallway. “Perhaps, the other bedroom will be nice too.”

  Jesus Christ.

  I ended up letting my parents stay at the house. Haven practically pushed for the idea. She was so happy that she would be a permanent member of the unit and that my parents had easily warmed to her. They had my new fiancé wrapped around their fingers.

  The week continued to be calm.

  My mother and Mrs. Barron spent a good bit of time together on the beach. It appeared they had a lot in common. They both loved to shop, drink, and play cards. I had no idea my mother even knew how to play poker. Nevertheless, they spent a few times in the casino on the island and won money on nights out.

  Each day, Haven and I went fishing with my father. Stein and Richards came along a few times. Forever the workaholic, my father asked us for more details on the Angel Maker case. He wanted to know about our time in Colesville with the dead deputy as well as the clues that led us to Vernon and his grandfather. He even asked about the moment I’d stormed into the church to save Haven. With every detail, his eyes widened in excitement and he stared at us in pure fascination. It was like he was living through us.

  More time passed.

  Haven went to her appointment with a reputable psychiatrist on the island. When she left, I could tell that she felt better. She smiled more and in time she stopped having those horrific dreams.

  Toward the end of the week, our mothers united and sat us down. They’d apparently planned out the wedding on their own, picking Washington DC as the place. We listened and smiled, but I knew that secretly Haven and I would do what we wanted ourselves.

  By the time my parents left, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief for the future. They loved Haven and accepted her as their daughter-in-law. I got along great with her mother. Even Stein no longer thought I had acted in haste and approved of our union.

  And it had all come from a horrific case of missing little black girls.

  Good had risen from evil.

  Somehow love had been birthed from death.

  And even my soul had been renewed.

  A new faith had come from the darkness.

  And I would still fight for good—search out and chase away the monsters. But now Haven would be by my side. And we would be unstoppable.

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