“We better get you cleaned up before your mommy gets here to get you,” Belle said, holding out her hand to the little girl.
***
After they’d showered and changed, Belle put a plate of fruit and veggies on the table. Zoey’s little fingers grabbed a cucumber first, chewing on all the edges before plopping the middle in her mouth. “Mommy made sandcastles with me after we had ice cream for bre-fast.”
“You had dessert for breakfast?” Belle’s eyes widened as she smiled.
“Mommy said Mother’s Day is a special cajun.” Zoey grabbed another veggie and chomped her little teeth into it.
“Your mommy is right. It is a special occasion.”
Bently set a cup of coffee in front of her.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Angel.” He winked at her.
His phone rang on the counter. He picked it up, glancing at the screen before answering with the speakerphone. “Hey, Jaz, you on your way?”
“Uh, no, actually. I need you to keep Zoey overnight.”
His brows knit together. “Is everything okay?” He glanced at Zoey before turning to Belle.
Belle offered Zoey another cucumber as worry clenched her gut.
“I have everything under control, Bent. I just need you to do this and not ask me any questions, okay? I’ll owe you one,” Jasmine’s voice said through the speaker.
“Okay. Fine. Anything you need,” Bently said.
“Thank you. I’ll call before bed to say good night to her.”
“Sounds good.” Bently ended the call. “Guess what, princess? You get to spend the night with us tonight. Would you like to have a sleepover with Aunt Belle and me?” Bently asked.
“Yay!”
“Why don’t you go pick out a movie to watch until dinner is ready.” Bently nodded towards the living room.
“Otay!” Zoey shoved another cucumber in her mouth before she ran out of the room.
“Is she okay?” Belle asked.
Bently rubbed a hand through his dark hair. “Something’s up, but you know Jaz.”
Belle chuckled. Getting information out of Jasmine was an impossible feat—she was worse than her brother.
Bently shrugged. “She said she was going to handle it. Whatever that means.”
Belle got up and wrapped her arms around him. “It will all work out. Maybe it’s a good thing.”
“I want to watch Elsa!” Zoey came in holding the remote.
Bently kissed Belle’s forehead before he walked away to help his niece. “Alright, the ice princess it is.”
“Do your reindeer voice, Uncle Bently,” Zoey pleaded.
Belle bit back a smile as the man she loved made a complete adorable fool out of himself, all to make a little girl laugh.
***
Later that night, after Zoey was sound asleep in one of the five bedrooms of the house, Belle turned the baby monitor on and slipped into bed next to Bently. He frowned at his phone and then set it on the small table.
“What’s wrong?” Belle asked.
“The lead on Charli’s attacker was a dead end. And we still have no hard evidence to connect Carelli to Canoby’s drug dealers.” He rubbed a hand over his face.
She rested her palm on his chest. “You’ll find him.”
“I hope so.” He pulled her against his naked chest and she kissed his smooth skin.
“The princess is asleep?” he asked.
“She is. It only took four stories and two songs this time.”
He chuckled and traced her shoulder with his fingers, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.
She looked up at him as his gaze shifted towards the ceiling.
“Are you worried about your sister?”
He sighed and turned towards her. “Actually, I was thinking about all the empty rooms in the house.”
She smiled. “Oh yeah?”
He nodded. “I got a call today. Had to assist CPS in taking two young children from their home.” He cringed. “The place was filthy. The kids were . . . neglected and scared.”
She could tell by the flash of anger in his eyes that it had been bad. “And you want to start those foster parenting classes we’ve been putting off?”
That was why they’d bought such a big house after all. Someday they planned to use it to give children and teenagers a port in the storm. Somewhere they would get love and care for however long they needed.
He nodded. “If you think you’re ready.”
She smiled. “I might have already signed us up for next month’s class.”
“You did?” His eyes widened.
She bit her lip and nodded.
His lips quirked up at the side. “Do you know what this means?”
“What?”
“That we better take advantage of all the loud sex we can before we get kids filling up these rooms,” he growled.
She giggled as his hands scorched over her belly. “Zoey’s here tonight.”
“Well, I mean, tonight you’ll have to be quiet, but tomorrow . . .” He smirked.
“Will you ever get sick of having the same woman in your bed?” she asked.
“Impossible. Not if it’s you. I can never get enough of these sweet lips.” He crashed his mouth to hers at the same time his hand dipped inside her panties, parting her slick folds with his fingers.
She arched her back off the bed. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth. His tongue tangled and dipped between her lips, matching the rhythm of his finger on her pulsing clit. Electricity shot through her as her body flared with white-hot heat.
“Need you. Now.” She panted, sitting up.
Belle climbed on top of him, pulling the covers down to reveal his thick, hard cock jutting straight up. Lining him up to her core, she sat on top of him. She sucked in sharply at the same time he hissed. The pleasurable filling, stretching sensation would never be anything less than amazing.
She began to move, grinding her hips each time she slammed onto him. He ripped off her shirt before he sat up and leaned against the headboard. The position added extra friction. Lining his pubic bone against her
