Chapter 15
Iwhipped the covers off and made a dramatic show of moving toward my clothes. The weight of his eyes seared into me. Normally, I wouldn’t have been so confident walking around naked in front of a guy. Jason had made damned sure I didn’t have a shred of confidence left when I’d fled his clutches.
Low self-esteem be damned. I wanted to show Kill what he was missing. He crashed into me and held me so my ass was locked on his bulging jeans.
“Never mind; get your ass back in bed. Or better yet, just stay right there.” His hand reached between us to unbutton his pants, but I yanked my jeans and panties up before he could release little Kill.
“Hey, I was going to play with that,” he whined.
I laughed as I searched for my bra. He’d tossed it farther then I thought he had. As I snapped it in place, he was the one with the pouty face.
“Sorry, Killer. I'm hungry, and you promised to feed me.”
"I've got something to feed you."
A very unladylike snort shot out of me. The soreness I felt between my legs made me shiver as my muscles clenched from the memory of him filling me. It had been awhile since I’d used those muscles, and they were making me aware of the strain I just put them in.
He must have noticed me grimacing, as his face became concerned. “Did I hurt you?” He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I'm just a little sore; that’s all.”
A look of pure male satisfaction covered his face.
“Don’t get too macho there, Killer. It's been a long time for me. Little Kill didn’t have to do much to make me this way.” I tried to force myself to keep a straight face, but my smile gave me away.
“Oh yeah?” Lightning fast, he threw me on the bed. A squeal ripped from my lips as he jumped on top of me. When he started tickling me, I surrendered quickly.
“Okay, Okay, I was kidding! You're huge, enormous. You annihilated me.” I huffed out between laughs.
He stopped tickling me and leaned in to kiss me. “That’s better. Now, come on; let’s feed you so I can do dirty things to you later.”
I giggled and kissed him back before taking his hand and letting him lead me out of the room. I stopped him before he opened the door.
“What if everyone's down there?” I asked.
“I don’t care if the whole fucking world is down there. Do you?” His eyes went tight, and the tick in his jaw started. The uncertainty in his statement had laid my whole heart in his hands. I vowed that when he was done with it, I would never use it again.
“Nope. It's weird; that’s all. I have to get used to this, and you know Jet is going to have a field day,” I answered, gesturing to our entwined hands.
His dimples plunged into his cheeks as he smiled. “I'll protect you from Jet. The sooner we get it over with, the better. He will be worse if we give him more time to think.”
Before I went downstairs, I rushed into the bathroom to freshen up. My hair had that just-fucked look to it, and my lips were swollen from our frantic kisses.
My fingers rose to my lips, and I smirked behind them.Great sex is hard to erase from your face, I thought before brushing my hair and teeth quickly. Kill leaned on the wall outside the bathroom, waiting for me to emerge. He held out his hand, and I took it, not caring that I sported a big goofy smile.
Nobody was home or at least downstairs, and I thought a silent thank you. I wasn't ready to face anyone, especially anyone who’d cautioned me against Kill. I wanted to stay in our happy bubble for as long as I could. Deep down, I’d known this would happen eventually, no matter how many times I’d been warned it was a bad idea.
Kill insisted on making me dinner. I had to swallow my laughter as he cooked his “gourmet” meal of grilled cheese and Diet Pepsi, swatting me on the ass as we walked into the living room with our food.
We snuggled up on the couch after we gorged ourselves and watched TV. I leaned against his shoulder, content. Kill kept kissing my head and touching me, and I was doing the same, trying to convince myself this was really happening.
Van and Jessie came back to the house first, popping our solitary bubble. Kill latched onto me and kept me where I was when he felt me begin to rise. The grilled cheese I’d just finished was now in a battle to the death with the boulder. For a moment, I was pretty sure I’d vomit all over Kill. I refused to feel bad if I did; it would be his own fault if he ended up wearing his gourmet meal. Van and Jessie froze when they noticed us.
“So is this official, or are you two going to keep pretending?” Van asked, pulling Jessie close to him and kissing her cheek.
“Van, leave them alone. Don't pressure them,” Jessie replied, but Kill stopped her before she could launch into one of her lectures.
“We're official. No more pretending. Right, Slick?”