“We need to get out of here. Never get in between them. That’s something no one can do.” I mean that literally and figuratively. They’re each other’s ride or die, and no matter who else comes into their lives, they’ll always choose each other.
“You did,” Desiree says, quirking her brow at me as if to see if I understand what she’s talking about.
“What?” I’m only half paying attention because the aftermath of what just happened is starting to set in. I was fine, as fine as you can be trying to balance two giant men on the hood of a car that’s going over 100 miles an hour. But now, now that the guys are okay and we’re safely pulled to a stop, my hands are trembling and my eyes are going blurry.
“I get the feeling Kai doesn’t like you because he thinks Killian put you before him. You broke their bond,” Desiree says, but then she must realize I’m having a hard time because she screams for Killian.
Everything goes black.
When I wake up, I’m in the car alone with Killian and I realize that Damon’s car is in front of ours as we head back to the mansion. My left arm is draped over the middle section between our seats and my fingers are tucked tightly into Killian’s large hand. Something so simple feels extremely intimate. More intimate than sex, more intimate than the way he usually marks me as his by keeping his hand on my thigh or his fingers locked around my wrist.
“How long was I out?” I clear my throat, and I’m thankful that my body isn’t shaking anymore. I leave my hand in his because despite everything, it feels good right now and I need any comfort he’s willing to give me.
“Not long.” Killian’s voice is tense, and I’m not sure if it’s from the Chad situation or because he’s randomly just mad at me again. Which seems to be the case lately, more often than not. I move to pull my hand from his before he can do it, leaving me feeling empty and alone.
I hate feeling alone.
“Don’t,” he demands, squeezing my hand and linking our fingers together, letting them rest on his strong thigh.
“Killian, I don’t know what I did to make you hate me…” I start, but quickly shut myself down, knowing he’s not going to give me any information. He likes toying with me, and exhaustion is overwhelming me at the moment, so I stay quiet just watching the profile of his handsome face as he drives.
“You did good,” he finally says, and his voice is laced with warring emotions. Anger, sadness, pride…maybe nostalgia for what we used to have. “You did really good, baby,” he adds, and all I hear is relief.
“I was taught by the best,” I tease because I just need something light, something to get my mind off the fuckey state of things. I’m surprised when his eyes darken at my words, and I realize that he’s thinking of all the other things he’s taught me too.
He lets go of my fingers, grabs my chin, and pulls me over to kiss him deeply, something he hasn’t done since the night of the party. It feels like he’s kissing the air right out of my lungs. After a moment, he lets me go and his eyes flicker back to the road as an afterthought. His hand slides up my thigh, squeezing my warm skin until he nudges my dress up and brushes his knuckles against my panties.
I moan softly, spreading my legs for him and tilting my head back against the seat. I watch his jaw tighten as he pushes my panties to the side and he feels how wet my pussy is for him. “After everything we’ve done to each other, your pussy still drips for me.” His voice is raspy and my nipples harden at his words.
I reach over, tucking my arm under his, and feel for his cock. Rock hard, just as I knew it would be. I don’t have to say anything, so I just smile up at him. He might hate me, but he’ll always want me as much as my body craves him.
“We’re almost home,” I say as two of his fingers circle my clit. I need him inside me as soon as we get home. I don’t care where or how rough he is, I just need him. I’d beg him to pull over, but we’re like sitting ducks in this car. We can’t risk it.
He slides two fingers inside me and I cry out. His dark chuckle warms me from somewhere inside my chest. “Rub your clit while I finger fuck you tight little pussy, baby.” I can hear the raw need in his voice so I obey him, groaning as he pumps his digits in and out of my slick opening. “When we get home, you’re mine for the whole night. No interruptions. No bad memories. Just you and me, fucking until we fall asleep.” I start to reply, but he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and rubs the wetness all over my lips before dipping them inside my mouth. I lick and suck on his fingers, silently promising to do the same to his cock when we’re safely inside his bedroom.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out with a pop. He tugs my dress down to lay flat over my thighs and it’s only then that I notice we’re pulling through the gate leading to the mansion. “Let me taste you,” he says, pulling me over to kiss my lips quickly, but thoroughly.
His hand finds mine again as we pull in the driveway next to Damon’s car. “All night,” he reminds me.
“Till we fall asleep,” I agree. Just as he brings my hand to his lips for a kiss in a very un-Killian-like gesture, there’s a loud gunshot. Killian
