Where We Found Our Passion (Lost & Found, #3)

by Natasha Bishop

…this our pussy we can do what we want.

My schedule shouldn’t allow for another client right now, but I know I’ll make it work. I’d rather cut off my own arm than reject her. A part of me always knew it, but this moment just confirmed that I would still, to this day, do absolutely anything for this woman.

A part of me always knew it, but this moment just confirmed that I would still, to this day, do absolutely anything for this woman.

All I’ve ever wanted to do is play soccer. And then I met Kai. Don’t get me wrong; it’s still the only thing I want to do. Soccer is the blood in my veins, but Kai is the air in my lungs. I can’t live without either one.

New Edition’s “If It Isn’t Love” is a better song than “Can You Stand the Rain” when he cuts me off and turns my world upside down.

“I would very much like to kiss you, but if I do that means you’d be mine so I need to know if you’d be into that.”

“Our first kiss is gonna be great. You know how I know?” “How?” “Because it’s us. And there have never been two people who fit more perfectly than us.”

“Do I wish your dad would stop riding you so hard so you could enjoy life more? Yes. But there’s not a single thing I would change about you or us. It’s just one homecoming, Olivia. There will be others. If I wanted to go, I could go with friends but I just don’t care to go. Okay?”

“But, nothing. You’re acting like we’re missing our senior prom or something.”

“And even if we do end up missing that too, who cares? When I look back on high school I’m not gonna be thinking about some dumb dances or your dad. I’m gonna be thinking about that time we skipped school to sneak into a showing of Batman Begins. Or the time you got sick from eating so many dumplings. Or the time you laughed so hard soda came out of your nose after I slipped on a wet spot on the cafeteria floor. I’m gonna think about h...

We have time. I want it to be perfect for you.” “I want it to be perfect for you too.” “It’s already perfect for me because it’s with you.” “You know, I’m waiting for the day when I find out that you’re not actually real. That you’re a rom-com movie clone or a science experiment for the perfect man come to life.”

“Yeah you do. It sounds like you after you sing both parts in ‘The Boy is Mine.’”

MDR: You sent extra this month, how come? I type out and delete five messages before I settle on something simple. Me: Willow’s birthday is coming up, right? Just thought I’d help with any party plans MDR: You don’t have to do that you know Me: I know MDR: You have to let it go Livvy

Po Po used to be one of my favorite human beings on the planet. That is, until I found out that she heavily objected to my mom, her Chinese daughter, marrying my Black father.

The revelation that Olivia Harding has always been and will always be one thing above anything else. Mine.

“I’m sure you’ve changed since I last saw you. I’m sure you’ve grown; I know I have. But at your core, you are still the same badass who took my world by storm, so yes, I do know you. And you know me. For as long as we’re on this earth and even after that, our souls will recognize each other so don’t give me some bullshit about you’re not the same, Olivia. You have always been and always will be one of the strongest women I know, and you do not back away from a challenge so lay your ass back down on this mat and get it done.”

“So stop fighting me every step of the way. Like I said, let’s play it by ear to see how long you might need me here to serve you. Okay?” Oh hell. I will literally agree to anything to get him to leave my room before I straddle him and tear his clothes off. I nod my agreement. “Good. And use your damn crutches. Unless you want me to carry you everywhere. I have no problem being the throne you sit on.” I have absolutely no response to that.

But here’s the thing. If you’d just take your wall down one damn inch you’d realize that there isn’t a war I wouldn’t fight, dragon I wouldn’t slay, or mountain I wouldn’t climb for you. You don’t even have to ask. All you have to do is let me in.”

This is why I haven’t kissed a single man since the last time Kai’s lips touched mine.

In other words, she wanted a buffer between us for tonight. Clever girl. It won’t work, though, because I don’t give a fuck if Shane’s there or not. I would bend her ass over the kitchen table and let Shane watch, that’s how badly I want her, so she can fuck around and find out if she wants to.

“I didn’t stutter. You’re going to initiate the next kiss we share. You know why?” Her only response is a lift of the head and a narrowing of her eyes, so I continue. “Because next time, I won’t be stopping until you’re coming apart beneath me and screaming my name, so I need to be sure it’s what you want.”

In my case, however, I made a choice to keep my baby and raise them alongside Kai, but that choice was taken from me, and that’s the part of me that never healed. It is a loss.

“I want you to understand what you’re signing up for if you connect your lips with mine. My self-control is a fraying thread, and every time you touch me in a way that’s more than friendly or show me a version of you that wants this as much as I do, it unravels a little more. I’m a strong man but I am not invincible, so if you do this, the thread officially snaps. All fucking bets are off.”

“I don’t give a fuck. This is my office. I can do what I want, and what I want is to pleasure your body until your voice is hoarse from screaming so much. That okay with you?”

“You’re funny. No, love, what happens next is I’m going to destroy you. I’ve craved you for years, and you’ve denied me for too long, so I’m not going easy on you. I’m going to completely wreck your body until only I can piece you back together.”

There are no more words to be said. He slides me down to the edge of the treatment table, picks my legs up to hold them spread open in the air, and begins his feast.

A sharp sting hits me, and it takes me a moment to realize that he just slapped my pussy. And I liked it. “I don’t know where you went just now but stay right here, Olivia. I’m not playing with you.”

“I can’t…” He cuts me off. “You will. I warned you already that I was gonna wreck you, so you’re not done. You’ll take everything I give you until I say enough because you can handle it. Do you understand?”

“Say it,” he demands. “I…I understand.” “Good girl. Now move your fucking hand.”

Holy fucking shit, he is pierced down there. I’m so captivated by the barbell extending through the head of his dick, I can’t even speak.

apadravya piercing is commonly known to be a sexual benefit for a partner.

“You want more, Olivia?” he asks. I nod emphatically. He loosens his grip on my throat just enough for me to speak. “I want it all.”

“Look at you, taking all of me like this. I told you that you were made for me.” And he was definitely made for me. I bite my lip to hold in my whine. “Don’t hold back on me, love. Let me hear you.”

He holds his finger up to my lips, and I suck it into my mouth without hesitation. “Your mouth feels so good. I can’t wait to fill it,”

I’m happy to break her back in any way she wants but I want more. I want to wake up to her in my arms every day. I want my ring on her finger, my name on her jersey. I want to be by her side as she continues taking the world by storm. I want to share our story with our grandkids. I want to love her completely, in all her forms, for the rest of our lives. I just need her to want that too.

“So…you eat ass now. That’s new.” I choke on my laughter. Leave it to Olivia to let that be the first thing on her mind. “You didn’t like it?” “Oh no, I fucking loved it. It just took me by surprise.” I absentmindedly draw circles on her arm with my pointer finger, keeping my gaze locked with hers. “What can I say? You’re a four-course meal of fine dining. I think I’d be foolish to leave a single crumb on my plate, don’t you?”

“That was me being generous. Really, I could feast on every part of your body for the rest of my life and never feel more full. I could survive solely on the taste of you.”

“Is it okay? Is it okay that I never stopped being a source of comfort for you? Is it okay that you’ve carried a piece of me with you all this time? Is it okay that something of mine has touched your skin for all the years that I couldn’t? It’s more than okay. It’s everything.”

calls.” He produces a folder and hands it to me. I carefully pull out the pages within and my jaw drops. He’s drafted emails to numerous contacts that paint Kai as some sort of deranged boy with a habit of lying, cheating, stealing, and manipulating everyone around him, mainly me. He looks like a concerned father crying out for help for his poor, naive daughter who fell into Kai’s trap. It’s a bunch of bullshit, but given that the sports industry is very much a boys’ club, it’s enough to make Kai a pariah. No one would hire him, and they may just try to have him committed if these emails went out.

“That’s your fucking problem—you’re always walking away. That shit is over.” “Kai…” I gently grip her chin, silencing her words. “No. I don’t wanna look at your back again unless I’m bending you over something to drive my dick inside you, where it belongs.”

“You’re mad at me but you’re still thinking about fucking me.” Her eyes roll with her question-but-not-really-a-question. “What’d I tell you about shit not being mutually exclusive? Yeah, I’m mad at you, but I’m always thinking about fucking you.”

“We can turn this game around and make it the fun, flirty game you wanted it to be, trust me on that. But can we just let this moment be what it is? I don’t wanna tell you what you need, but I can tell that you don’t have anyone in your life that holds space for you to just sit in your emotions. And I know that’s by design because sitting in your emotions is the one thing you don’t want to do. But I got you. I swear to God if you’d just let me, I would kiss all your scars. I’d kiss them until you could appreciate their beauty the way I do.”

“Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and wait for me.”