I pull her hand to my lips and kiss the skin on the back of her hand.
“We won’t make big decisions without you. This is only one option for time away. If you would prefer to be there, we will go. Tomorrow? The day after? Whatever you want. If you need to leave tonight, we will call Bones and tell him to get the pilot ready immediately.”
Leaning her head against my shoulder, she tilts her head back slightly, staring into my eyes as her lips lift into a small smile.
“I can wait for a few days. I just don’t want to live here. I’ve been alone for a long time, and now that I have you guys, I’m happy, but I still want the other people around. They feel like family to me and I miss them.”
Carter kisses her on the cheek before moving to her neck and kissing her there.
“Spread your thighs, Killer.”
Heather snaps her head, turning to me, her eyes wide, the shock evident in her gaze.
“What? Here?”
I run my tongue over my bottom lip and nod slightly.
“Here. You’re going to come for Carter right here at this table. You’ll be a good girl and be quiet. Won’t you, my pretty little slut?”
“I’ll try.” She responds while parting her legs.
Placing my finger and thumb on her chin, I turn her head until her eyes are on mine.
“Try hard, Killer. If a man other than us hears you, they’ll have to die.”
Her eyes sparkle as she stares at me, a challenge in her gaze as her lips lift into a small smile.
Lifting her hand, she runs her fingers into my hair and digs her nails into my scalp.
“That’s hot, Killian. Maybe I won’t try to be quiet.”
Leaning down I tug her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Trouble. Our gorgeous girl is nothing but trouble.”
Then her lips lift into a full radiant smile.
“Just the way you like it, baby.”
She's not wrong. I’m obsessed with everything about her. It’s not one single thing. It’s fucking everything. She’s fucking everything.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
CARTER
Heather shivers as I drag my fingers up the inside of her thigh, coming close to where she wants me but not giving her what she’s desperate for.
Placing my hand against her pussy, I hold it still while I pick up my glass with my free one. Her eyes track the movement as I lift the glass to my lips and take a slow sip.
Heather places her hand on the side of my neck, pulling my head closer to her and tugs my earlobe between her teeth.
“Please, Carter. Make me come for you.”
Fuuuck.
Killian takes her right leg and pulls it over his lap, pinning it in place while I do the same with her left before making sure the long black tablecloth sits on her lap, covering her. I slide a finger up her center to her clit as she stares at me, mouth slightly open as she breathes, eyes wild with hunger.
Jesus. This girl is exquisite. From the most subtle sparkle in her eyes, to the way she breathes my name.