SEEKER

MISBEHAVIOUR

ZOEY POV

Rosetta Washington lost her s**t. She started talking about kids and family dinners and bigger houses. She wanted us to have the wedding right then. I mean, there was no hole deep enough that could have buried me in that moment. Kellan handled it better than I did. 

I guess I had romanticised the whole engagement thing a little but for goodness sake, I was still wrapping my head around getting engaged. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him but had I really thought through the work it was gonna be? She just showed me that I had not exactly unpacked that. It would be more than the work that we were already putting in… our families would be one. My sister, my eccentric mother and his (cold) mother and my absent prison warden of a father and his (slightly unhinged) brother and his insane Nana and the rest of the snobbish McCarty clan and the rest of my crazy family filled with petty jealousy and s**t… I remembered how my cousin Eva came onto Kellan the night I introduced him to the family. It was a mess. Now how would that whole family unit thing go? 

It was not my mom’s fault… these were my fears jumping.

A women knocked on the door of the conference room, interrupting my thoughts. Thankfully. She was older. Late 40’s. Absolutely stunning. Well preserved. I mean, this lady still had a lot of kick in her. She was as well put together as Halle Berry. Hair kept short and natural. A mini afro. Glasses. Brown eyes. Sharp nose. High cheek bones. Tall. Busty. Black really don’t crack.

“Hello all,” She said when all were transfixed by her. “I am actually on leave but-” 

“Just can’t stay away, huh?” Velasquez said. “Kellan call in a favour?”

“Can’t keep a girl away,”  She winked. “You know how I am with the cute ones,” she smiled at Kellan, then at Wilkes and Velasquez and Johnson. Was she a flirt?

“This is Taylor McKinney. She in Tech at the FBI,” Kellan said. 

This was the woman Kellan was flirting with earlier. I spotted the ring on her finger. He did say she was happily married. So why is she flirting with my person when she has her own?

Here is what I will say and I had to admit to myself, I was discomforted by the familiarity between them. Nothing that will drive me crazy though. I trust my man, have no need to give into such primal feelings. However, such primal feelings were not here before. I had been jealous before. Never over something this trivial. Usually I get irritated or something. This was not normal. Is it cause we are engaged?

“Hello darling,” she said to Kellan specifically. My eyes narrowed. We are gonna need to have some words with McKinney over here. 

“I have a few things that might interest you sugar,” she tried to touch his cheek. He smoothly moved out of her reach, aiming for his coffee. “There are people here… new people,” she said innocently as if it was unlike him to pull away. This really was not helping at all. I was at a 5/10. Irritation building.

 “Set up please,” Kellan asked and excused himself quickly. 

Garcia spoke up. “The same teams we were in now, Kellan said we get a specific body to work with. Evidence is coming at all sides and we need to manage it someway. Charles and Wilkes, Bailey Andrews is yours. O’Dhoule and Johnson, you have Pamela Milton. Washington and Velasquez, you have Gianna Wilkinson and Kellan and I have River Turner,”

Kellan walked back in and went straight to the profile set out in front of him. He started rubbing his head like he did at the crime scene. That must be why he ducked out. It took all of me to not hold his face in my hands and ask what was wrong. Better I avoid it all together, especially considering whether this impulse would come from concern or whatever jealousy this was regarding Taylor. 

“Washington, fill everyone in on the Fred’s bar canvass.” Kellan said. Calmly. Authoritative. Sexy. 

“Copy,” I said stiffly, taking a breath and went over the details of this morning.  I told them about Bryce and Mindy and their apartments. “Another commonality with our vics on this side of town is that they all kinda lived there.”

“It is his hunting ground,” Velasquez noted and turned to Kellan, who nodded. 

“You ready Taylor?” Kellan asked. 

“Gimme a moment, sexy,” she said.

For the love of all that is… I couldn’t help my automatic reaction. I raised an eyebrow, folded my arms and fed it to Kellan, all the while he was stifling laughter. Not gonna freak out. Don’t freak out. I didn’t. 

Lucy was about to speak but I held her thigh and shook my head at her. That moment did not go unnoticed by the team. Kellan sighed as his team snickered. ‘You are in trouble’, Velasquez mouthed to him. Transparent as hell. 

“How’s your wife?” Kellan asked Taylor.

Wife? I raised an eyebrow.  As in… oh. Okay. I kept the surprise off my face.  Lucy did not, she spat out her tea. Kellan laughed into his coffee. Asshole. He could have told me. He was not allowed to look cute and chuckle as if I was not all kinds of mad at him. I was mad at him. I was mad because I was never the one to be jealous. Many women flirt with Kellan so why was I reacting like this to Taylor?

“My baby love? She is great, sugar,” Taylor answered. “She has been asking about you. She loved lunch the other day,”

Oh? News to me!

I was not gonna have a hernia… If anything, this was all still a little discomforting for me. I shrugged inwardly. I made a move to get some coffee.

“How’s the girlfriend? Gone through with the proposal yet? You have been shitting balls for a while now.” She asked.

I froze. Shitting balls for a while? I actually had not thought about how long he had been considering it.

“How long was a while?” Devin asked, stifling his own laugh.

Kellan sighed. Pissed. “Taylor, can you not? We are not at the FBI…”

“Oh, you were so nervous. It was actually cute,” she continued.

“Taylor, turn around,” Kellan said.

“Did she say yes?” she insisted, turning to scan the room. Her eyes landed on me as I raised my hand, with a ring. “My fiancé,” Kellan finished.

“Holy s**t,” she muttered. “Zoey? Hi,” she exclaimed. She scurried up to hug me. “I have been dying to meet you. Congratulations,” she let go of me to clap her hands.

I am confused.

I did not know what to do. “Hi,” I murmured, smiling reluctantly because, dammit, I can’t not gush about that man. Also, she is overly affectionate, cupping my face as she showered me with kisses on my cheek. f*****g hell. She really was like this. Ma’am… I just met you.

The FBI team chortled, even Devin cracked a chuckle. Lucy was steady side-eyeing Taylor still and Garcia was staring at me, gauging my reaction. If anything, I was just tongue-tied. Was I irritated? Not anymore. 

“This is why people hate me. I am an i***t. I knew you were at the NYPD. I did not know you would be working together. Kellan why did you not say? You did not need to call in a favour… all you had to do was tell me she was here,” she continued. Okay, she was this person.

The whole team cracked up. Awkwardness gone. I guess I could chalk it off as harmless fun. Besides, him introducing me as his fiancé did something to me. I kept my eyes away from him because for some reason, my constant desire was making an appearance right then. 

“When did he pop the question?” she asked me, still all up in my personal space. No sense of boundaries…

“Yesterday,” I answered, trying to hide my smile but failing… dismally.

“He has been mulling this over for months. I am so glad you said yes,” she clapped with a little jig to it. My eyebrows rose. No more irritation. She is … a lot.

“What are you guys doing here?” Taylor asked suddenly, snapping attention away from my fiancé and his very luscious mouth. Thankful for the reprieve but disappointed at my fantasy being disturbed. “What?” I asked.

“Which guys?” Kellan asked.

 “You two,” she indicated us. “You just got engaged?” Taylor continued. “Go somewhere far away and celebrate.”

“The murders we are investigating … focus,” Kellan piped up.

“Look Kell,” Lucy said, frankly. “My good sis has been hot and bothered all morning and well you… I have caught you a few times as well so end our misery and y’all go disappear into marital bliss for a few more days while we do our jobs… Personally, the s****l tension throws me off my game,”

“Enough,” Kellan took a steadying breath. “Next time Taylor, when I say stop… please listen.” Kellan warned. “There is a serial killer… we are at 8 million bodies…? My recent change of status doesn’t change the fact that we have a serial killer and as much as there is literally nothing I want to be doing other than enjoying my engagement more than I already am, I would really like to go back to the part where we found a body earlier today that isn’t part of this cycle but also is.” he said like everyone was missing it.

“Yeah, let’s find the killer first,” I agreed.

Lucy gave up with a stubborn humph, puffing out her cheeks. But now… v****a, stop it.

***

After an hour of work, I could not help it anymore. Here was the thing, Lucy was nowhere near wrong and now that she brought it up… I wanted… no… I needed him inside me NOW. I had planning this the whole hour I was staring at the computer, drowning my coffee as a plan materialised. Now that I had decided that my fiancé was gonna have me in this precinct, there was no stopping me. I quickly ducked out the conference room and made my way to records. I had to check if Mama Isla was there. She was not. True to form, she was out for lunch and usually, she was out for 2 hours. I have about an hour here. I texted Kellan. ‘Come to the Records Room.’

It did not take long for him to respond with a thumbs up. He probably thought it was work-related. For now, anyway.

*EXPLICIT SCENE*

“Babe?” he called once he was inside.

I should have asked him to lock the door. We were all the way in the back, so it did not matter that much. No one came here anyway. They always put in a call for Records with Isla. 

“Hi,” I greeted him, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. 

“I had the actual nerve to believe this was about work.” He smiled, tracking the movement of my fingers as I stripped for him. “I should have known,” 

“You should know better by now McCarty,” discarding my shirt and reaching back for my bra. He quickly shook his head. “No,”

At first, I thought he was refusing the notion of having s*x here. Instead, he walked up to me. “You should know better, Washington. I take off your clothes,” his voice husky with need.

My breathing grew heavy just listening to him. What we had was electric and the room was charged with desire. It was all I could feel. He planted soft kisses on my chest as he stripped me bare.

“Don’t tease me,” I murmured, loosening his shirt from his pants, running my hands up his chest and started working on the buttons, all the while stamping my mouth on his. Our kiss had me breathless, prompting my mouth open with his tongue. 

“I need you,” I whimpered between kisses.

“I need you too, love,” he murmured. “So much,” His hands rounded my bottom and pressed me up against him. I knew it would not take much. I smiled to myself, tightening the grip I had on his hair and hungrily met his lips. 

“f*****g hell Zoey,” he whispered on my lips. “We are at work,” he grumbled.

 “There will never be a time I will not want you, McCarty,” I breathed. “Isn’t that what this means?” indicating my ring, gripping his length through his pants and moving on him with my other hand. Lust burst in his eyes. The smirk plastered on my face could only be removed by God himself. 

He quickly removed my leggings and panties in one swoop. I thought it would be appropriate to touch myself as he unbuckled his pants. Would help the process, right? He stepped out of his pants and was back in my arms, moving on my c**t with me. I understood why he removed his pants instead of lowering them. We both knew I was prone to very wet orgasms and we did not need to have a situation where I soaked his pants. Better to be safe than sorry. Imagine thinking about all this as we worked my core.

“Kellan,” I moaned. Tightening inside, desire burning me … a fire only he could soothe. Spreading my legs further, “See?” I whispered, my core glistening with my wetness. “Look how wet you make me… you could just…” I slipped his finger inside me, then pulled it out, making a show of licking myself off his finger. As I had hoped, that move right there did away with any restraint on his part.

“Kneel,”

Oh God yes. I dropped very quickly. Quickly grabbing his length and sucking him in. “Put your fingers back in your p***y,” he ordered breathlessly and I did, squirming a bit. Filling my mouth with his d**k, I flicked my c**t harder and harder. My muffled groans filled the room. His breathing grew heavier and heavier. I loved it when he f****d my mouth. Putting my whole back into this, I bobbed my head on him. 

“Enough,” he muttered through gritted teeth, gripping my braids and pulling me up, sweeping me up in a possessive, voracious, needy kiss. He nudged me back on the table. “Baby hurry,” I moaned, sinking my fingers back into my p***y, circling my c**t, coating my fingers with my juices.

“You are the sexiest thing I have ever f*****g seen,” he said and stood between my legs, teasing me with his d**k, sliding up and down my leaking slit.

I hummed. “f**k me,”

He pushed in and with the angle, every single inch was inside me. My moan was downright primal.

“Put your fingers in my mouth,” Feeding me deep, long strokes. Shivers sprinkled all over my body as I took him in over and over.

I followed instructions, throwing my head back as his thrusts grew harder and harder.

His tongue swiped between my fingers, licking my essence clean as he rammed me. f**k, this man drove me mad. I pulled my fingers out of his lips and ran them over my c**t. My back hit the table as I panted and groaned, my moans became guttural as I started clenching.

“f**k, you feel good,” He murmured, holding up my parted knees as he moved with such voracity, it had me squirming on him. 

“Put your fingers back in my mouth. I need your taste baby,”

A shudder ran down my spine as I did. That little hum he made as he tasted me again, had me joining him in a heated kiss... We were having the quickest, roughest, hottest session in the Records room. Our kiss all tongue, fighting for dominance.

I moaned. “You f**k me so good,” The orgasm started blossoming, tingles started everywhere on my body. “Yes… I’m coming,” and true to my word and future husband’s hard thrusts, I came, legs trembling as I peaked. Bliss coursing through my veins. I had a hard time keeping quiet. He had to clamp my mouth. My panties were not that far so he quickly muffled my mouth with them, keeping his fingers in my mouth as he bent down to take a few laps at my p***y. It only intensified my orgasm. My muffled screams echoed throughout the room, trembling as I came. 

I did not have much recovery time as he flipped me onto the table, my knees resting on it, spread wide. We had to be quick so he took me from behind, hard, firm thrusts that had me keening and undulating my hips as he moved.  My toes curled…my moans incessant and loud… “f**k,” I grabbed him by the neck, spitting out my panties, angling myself to kiss him, arching my back to his front. He groaned into my kiss. 

“Whose p***y is this Zoey?” he asked with a hard slam that moved me and the table. I cried out, very loudly. “Who does this f*****g sweet ass p***y belong to?” Hard Slam. Table inched forward. Until the table itself was tight against the wall. Each slam had the table quaking like me.

I moaned. “Your p***y baby,” My second orgasm building. “You baby. I’m yours,”

“Come on me,”

I clenched. 

He never missed a beat thrusting into me. “Be a good girl and come all over me again,”

Shivering as I neared my peak on my baby’s thick, long d**k, squirt building as he intended… “Fuuuuuuuuck,”