Where We Found Our Home (Lost & Found, #1)

by Natasha Bishop

“You can come again tomorrow! She’ll be here.” Wait a minute. Is this why Nevaeh wanted me to visit her today? She wanted me to meet this Ciara? Oh, boy. You know your love life is sad when your five-year-old niece is trying to play matchmaker.

I need to get away from this woman. I just met her, and she’s seriously fucking with my head.

“Nooo, not again. No more, Linc. My name is Ciara Jeffries. I’m twenty-eight years old. The year is 2020. We are in Austin, Texas. A cheese puff is president. See? I’m fine.”

“Girl, you’re damn near a virgin again. You need to use it before you lose it.”

I hope your uniform keeps you warm at night because you will never love any woman enough to truly put her first, and no woman will ever love coming second to a goddamn engine.”

*inserts gif of Blake Griffin shooting a hey into someone’s DMs*

I delete myself from the group chat because fuck those guys. But of course my phone pings with another text. *Isaiah has added you to a group chat* Isaiah: Where you going? The bell don’t dismiss you, I do

Underneath that, she’s got a vulnerability that makes you want to protect her at all costs. That’s the side I want to dive into.

Her eyes travel slowly down my body, and I’m five seconds from hopping over the bar and taking her mouth when she answers.

“You’re kind of a loner. Nothing wrong with that. It just means when you do allow people into your circle, they’ve truly earned their place there. Except me—I just steamrolled my way in because that’s what I do. You have no choice but to stan for me.”

I won’t ask again. I can’t offer her a serious relationship anyway, and that’s what she deserves. But I will make it my mission to bring those walls of hers tumbling down.

Bruh, how is that not like the same damn thing??

“Ci, sex can be a religious experience when done right.”

Lincoln catches up to me in seconds, and he whispers in my ear right before Nevaeh tags me. “Don’t run from me, Angel.”

“Tell me no, Angel. Tell me to stop, and I’ll leave right now. We can forget it ever happened or we can slow it down. But if you tell me yes—if you tell me you want me—I’m going to carry you to your bedroom and worship your body from head to toe until you scream my name and then I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, you’ll still feel me there tomorrow.”

“Angel. Nothing is more important to me than your safety. If you need this to feel comfortable, let me give it to you. I wanna be the only thought on your brain when I sink inside you.”

“If I die between your thighs, I’d die a happy man. Put it on my headstone: he died worshipping a goddess.”

My first thought is “that thang is thangin,”

I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate laughter after he whips his dick out. But goddamn…that thang is thangin! Fuck, I laughed!

Just trying to figure out how the fuck that thing is fitting inside me. I’m going to have fun finding out though.

There should be a study done on the things he can do with that tongue.

The marks we’re leaving will fade physically, but we’ve embedded a piece of our souls within each other, and I know already that it can never be undone.

“Fuck, Angel. I was trying to provide us with some sustenance, but I might just eat you for breakfast instead.”

man set me on fire? He looks me in the eyes as his thumb presses against my clit, and my pussy clenches his hand as my eyes slam shut. “Look at me when you come on my hand, Ciara.”

“Oh, it more than solved them.” And created another in its place. How do I hold on to your heart forever?

“Fuck! I can’t take anymore. I need you inside me,” she cries out. Nope. I’m not done with my meal. I look up, and her eyes are shut so tight. I slap her ass, and her eyes fly open as she whimpers and looks down at me. I wink at her. “Give it to me first.”

I’m asking you to trust me to make my own choice with the information you’ve given me. I choose you. I choose to be the person you lean on, the person to keep you safe, the person to be your strength when you feel like you don’t have any.”

shower sex is highly overrated. I don’t want to fall on my ass. No funny business. I promise we won’t be late.” We are most definitely late. Fun fact, shower sex is not at all overrated.

interested to hear what my brother has to say. “My brother was lost for a long time. You know why. You’re bringing the old Lincoln back to us, and for that I will forever be loyal to you. It’s an honor to know you.” Well, shit.

“Lincoln, you are a dream I long thought impossible. Thank you for dragging me out of my darkness and into your light,

If I’d had a support system I would’ve used it. Don’t put me on some unattainable pedestal.

The bride has been pitching her idea to her girls about creating a brand of lollipops in the flavor of her man’s dick.

The way I just hollered!!!!! Lmaooo

How the fuck do you move to a new city and find a group of guy friends who look like the United Nations of gorgeousness?”

“I love you. I think loving you was inevitable. I didn’t want it to be, but my soul recognized its match

Your courage feeds the piece of me that’s been hiding beneath the ashes of my life. Your selflessness calls out to my soul that’s been drifting away so slowly I didn’t even recognize it at first. I feel like myself again with you.

“I’ve never had husband-to-be dick before. Are you really going to rob me of the experience?”

The tears I cried that day were beautiful. I was proud to let them fall and give them over to Ciara’s happiness.

My misery does not want company.

He hosted Nevaeh’s birthday party last year. It was not adorable at all. My ovaries did not almost explode. Nope, not at all.

The kids are at Sasha’s for the weekend against my will, so I can do anything I want to do—and I want to do you.”

I make a show of pleasuring myself until I hear him curse and slap my hand away.

That thing is a weapon.

A weapon of mass orgasms.

He has what I like to call “special occasion dick.” A dick so big it’s not meant to be experienced on a regular basis because it...