I’ll be sure to have the gun ready.
Cassian
For?
Tempest
He got hard. I shot him. What? Was that wrong?
Cassian
Stay away from my dick, psychopath. Poor bastard.
Tempest
If he plays his cards right I might flash him some nipple later. The night is young.
Cassian
I have never wanted to be single more in my life than at this moment. Talk soon. Oh, and get that, won’t you?
Huh? Get what?
Louis moaned behind me on the bed. “If this is dying, it’s a really arousing way to go?—”
I spun around. “Sleep, you’re hurt, you idiot.”
I shoved him off me with a grunt. He flipped over onto a few pillows and moaned into them. “I can’t decide what hurts more, the bullet wound or my dick.”
“Be thankful I didn’t shoot youinthe dick.”
“Thank you?” He offered then looked up at me, his hair all mussed around his face, his blue eyes locked onto mine. “Your bed smells good.”
I shook my head. “Sleep.”
“Hear me out?—”
I shoved a pillow over his face. “You’re too weak to fight me and I’m not against smothering you with this pillow, husband.”
I lifted it off.
He sighed. “Dirty talk then?—”
I shoved the pillow back on him and pulled away. “Ready to play nice?”
“Maybe,” he grumbled. “Those were some serious drugs.”
There was a knock on the door downstairs.
It was sharper.
That was probably the door I needed to open.
Louis, still half-feral and flushed, cupped a hand to his mouth and shouted toward the stairs. “We’re busy! Doing married things! Illegal in most states!”
I nearly tripped over my own feet rushing to the door and running downstairs. I wrenched it open—and froze.
Another sleek black box sat on the threshold.