“Damn, Slick. You are so hot,” he groaned.
His lips were still attached to mine, the heat of them searing his desire into me. I opened my eyes to find him studying me, his pupils devouring his eyes and pushing the color to the brink of extinction. My heart beat rapidly as I received confirmation I was doing the right thing in his gaze. Being with Kill, even if it was only for a few fleeting moments, was where I needed to be.
“Fuck, Kill. Why are you doing this stupid shit? Why can’t you just admit you have feelings for Faith and get on with it already?” Jet shouted at Kill’s back, failing to recognize it was me who was wrapped around Kill.
The lust in Kill's eyes turned to amusement. Our lips unlocked, mine still tingling as if he were still there. Over Kill's shoulder, Jet glared at Kill’s back, his arm over Amy’s shoulder. Amy's mouth fell open and her eyes widened with acknowledgement. Her sucker hung from her bottom lip, before she recovered and shoved it back into her mouth. I winked at her, my mind too drugged from Kill's kisses to do anything more.
“About fucking time. You two had so much sexual energy around you; I got a boner anytime we were in the same room.” Jet slapped Kill on the back, wiggling his eyebrow at me.
“When did this happen?” Amy squealed, her little body landing on the counter next to me.
My head thumped against Kill’s shoulder in defeat. My body hummed from sexual energy, Jet mentioning it only made it buzz faster. Having to think a coherent thought wasn't an option. Not while all I could picture was a naked Kill.
“Just before you asses interrupted,” Kill answered for us.
“Oh, did the wittle baby Kill get cock-blocked?” Jet cooed in a shockingly convincing baby voice.
“Yes, and I'm going to fix that right now,” Kill said, lifting me off the counter and heading toward the stairs.
From over his shoulder, I watched Van and D come out of the garage right before we made it to the first step. Van gave us a knowing smile. D scowled.
“It’s about time,” Van said.
The blush heated my ears and I was sure they were capable of frying an egg.
“Where are you two going?” D asked, a scowl firmly in place.
My eyes shot up to Kill, wondering how he was going to answer.
“Uhhhmmm,” Kill stuttered, looking at me with his eyebrows pinched together.
“Kill's going to go give it to Faith, dumbass,” Jet answered for us.
A groan left my mouth as I tried to bury my face in Kill's shoulder.
“We have practice. You’ll have to wait until later,” D said before he slammed the door to the garage.
“Well, that went well,” Kill said into my hair. “I'll talk to him, later. Let's get practice over with first.”
The garage door creaked open as Jet moved through it. “Damn, man. You’re getting cock-blocked again,” Jet said, laughing.
My face dove even farther into his shoulder hard enough to leave an imprint of my face on it.
“Shut the fuck up, Jet.”
“Damn, dude. I was just playing. Faith, make sure you take care of him soon. Kill with blue balls is an asshole.”
The garage door closed, quieting the sounds of the band getting ready for practice. Leaving us alone. It registered in my heat-bogged brain that I was still wrapped tightly around Kill. Freeing my legs from their attachment was useless as Kill had gripped me tighter keeping me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“You’ve been holding me for a while. I was going to give you a reprieve from carrying me.” My words were muffled since I still hadn’t moved my face from his shoulder.
“I could hold you all day. In fact, hold on tight.” My limbs locked around him as he ran up the stairs and tossed me on my bed.
“We have a couple of minutes,” he said, kissing my neck.
“If it only takes you a couple of minutes, I'm going to be disappointed,” I replied breathlessly before a strangled moan ripped from me.