"Ah. Because you told him about us?"
"No, because we aren't going to be a thing," I clarified.
Killian was quiet for a moment, and I was half tempted to raise my head so I could see his face, but the fingers in my hair were too nice for that. "What happened?" he asked finally.
I thought about how much to tell him. The last thing I wanted, even now, was for Killian to get all smug about me not wanting to be with someone who wasn't kinky in some way. I didn't want to start another fight or give him more ammo to think he was God's gift to women or anything like that.
But I supposed he did deserve to hear the truth.
"We just... weren't compatible," I said. "He's nice and we have plenty in common, but there were just some things that weren't going to work out."
"What things?" Killian wanted to know.
"None of your business," I replied, but I said it lightly.
To my surprise, instead of pushing it, Killian just laughed. "Alright," he said. "I suppose that's fair. I don't want to infiltrate your sacred business or anything like that."
I snorted. "Of course you do. You're nosy as hell."
"Sometimes. I suppose what matters is that you ended things with him because you wanted to, not because you felt like I was forcing you to."
I rolled my eyes at that. "Killian, I know you think a lot of yourself, but you have to know by now that you can't force me to do anything I don't want to do. Not really. Some of the sex stuff is up in the air because of the contract, but if I wanted to see Simon, I would see him. I just... don't want to be with him like that. We're still going to be friends, though, so you're going to have to deal with that."
"Alright," he said again. "I can handle that."
"Good. Because you don't have a choice."
We fell into silence again, just sitting there on the floor, and I didn't move until it felt like my ass was about to fall asleep from lying on it.
I was a sticky mess, and I needed a shower or something, so I dislodged Killian's fingers from my hair and made myself get up.
"I should probably go," I said.
He glanced at me and then away. "You don't have to."
"I need to clean up."
"I have a bathroom. Shower. Tub. Whatever you want."
"A unicorn and a puppy?" I teased. He seemed like he wanted me to stay, though, so I sighed and decided to let him have that. I didn't really want to go home anyway. "Sure. I could do with a bath. I don't have any other clothes, though. I wasn't really intending for this to go the way it did. I just came over here to talk."
He snorted and got to his feet, offering me a hand up. "And then you were helpless to resist me."
"Sure. You keep telling yourself that." I kept my face neutral because, technically speaking, he wasn't wrong, and that was annoying.
Standing there in the middle of his living room, still right in front of that window, I started to pull off my clothes properly. I shimmied out of my panties and leggings, leaving them in a heap on the floor.
I pulled my shirt over my head and took my bra off, and when I was naked, I could feel Killian's eyes on me, hot and devouring.
He reached for me, and I batted his hands away, taking a step back. "I'm supposed to be getting clean," I reminded him.
"What's the point of that when I want to make you dirty all over again?" he asked, and it was a good point.
One orgasm was pretty light for the two of us, and just standing there, watching him watch me already had me eager for him again.
It was ridiculous to be that attracted to another person, but it was what it was, I supposed. I could hardly help the way I felt about him, and I'd come there to tell him that, for the most part.
It was the weekend anyway, and we usually spent weekends having sex wherever he wanted, so why buck tradition?
Chapter 19
Killian
Ash was gorgeous most of the time, but there was something about having her wet, naked, and slick in my shower that really just did it for me.
She was on her knees, wet hair slicked back from her face, steam from the hot water surrounding us while she stroked my cock with one hand and ran her tongue up the shaft, collecting the water droplets as she went.
It was fucking hot to watch, and she moved with confidence, taking me into her mouth and holding me there for a second before she moved down lower and lower, her hand compensating for the parts she couldn't reach with her mouth.
I leaned my head back against the wet shower tiles and let out a messy breath, trying to keep my composure. Part of me wanted to bury my hands in her hair and use her mouth until I came down her throat, but that wasn't the plan for this.
I wanted her to get me hard all over again so I could fuck her in the ass against the shower wall.
All of her holes were tempting and wonderful, but her ass was tight and yielding, and just thinking about working her open and taking what was mine was sending the blood south quicker than usual.
I swallowed hard, watching as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked her way back up, licking around the head before she pulled off.
There was a self-satisfied look on her face, and she was so good with her mouth and hands that she deserved that satisfaction completely.
"Little slut," I teased her. "You look like you were made to suck cock."
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down, going back in after a
