15. Mila
15
MILA
I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, and I didn’t care. My eyes were already wanting to drift shut when I felt him shift beneath me.
I pulled back and took in his dark eyes. He looked… different.
I didn’t know how or why, but he did.
I frowned, and he scowled.
“What?” he asked.
I laughed, feeling myself relax. I shouldn’t have been relieved that a man like Killian was scowling at me, but he looked so much like my Killian when he scowled that I was glad. I wouldn’t know what to do with him if he wasn’t moody.
Shaking my head, I muttered, “Nothing.”
He rolled his eyes, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down to his waiting lips in a hard kiss that ended way sooner than it should have. I tried to prolong it when he pinched the skin on my ass.
“Hey!”
He smirked. “Behave.”
Before I could offer a retort, he turned us around and pulled out of me. I shivered from the empty feeling, followed by the sensation of his cum sliding out of me. I bit my lip to keep from making any noise and closed my legs together.
He gave a mean laugh and gently spanked the outside of my thighs until they fell open, exposing me to his gaze.
I couldn’t say anything when he started to play with me, his fingers lightly dipping inside, spreading the wetness over my skin before going back to teasing me again.
I stayed silent as I watched him. His gaze was trained on my pussy, his expression dark and hungry with lust.
“Fuck, but you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this. I might have to fuck you every day from now on.”
My breath caught from his words, but I shook my head, not wanting to be put under his spell. “Sounds tiring.”
His eyes briefly met mine as he drove his fingers all the way in. My mouth fell open, but nothing came out. “If you get tired, you don’t have to do anything,” he said, slowly stroking inside me. My toes curled, but I didn’t pull away or try to stop him. “You would just lie there. I’d do all the work, firecracker. Yeah?”
I bit my lips, unable to speak, especially when he had increased his tempo.
“Just like what you’re doing now,” he said lowly, darkly. “Just lie there and let me make you feel good.”
He pushed my legs further apart, his eyes going back to my pussy as he licked his lips. It was his eyes on me that finally pushed me over. I brought my forearm up to my lips and bit on it when I came.
Distantly, I heard him let out a small curse before he pulled out and played with my clit.
My back arched as another smaller orgasm exploded, and all I could do was lie there and take it.
I felt him reaching for something before coming back to me, positioning us so that we were lying on the bed with the blanket thrown over us. He pulled me into his arms, his hand moving down to my back and playing around with the skin there.
I rested my face on his chest and looked off to the side, still thinking about all that had happened. For the first time all week, I didn’t know what would happen next, didn’t know what my plans should be, and I didn’t care. I was… content.
I still needed to tell them about my pregnancy, but I wasn’t rushing, and I didn’t feel bad for keeping it from them. Not even a little bit.
As soon as I thought about my pregnancy, it was as if my body just remembered there was something foreign inside me.
I sat up suddenly, pausing to see if the nausea would go away on its own if I didn’t move. Killian tensed, looking around the room as if there were some sort of threat he couldn’t see.
“Firecracker?”
I looked at him briefly, opened my mouth to say I was okay, and?—
Nope.
I flew out of the bed and into the bathroom. I nearly cried when the toilet lid slipped from my hand the first time I tried to open it.
I barely made it in time, puking out all the dinner I had the night before. I could hear Killian come up behind me, but I ignored him as tears stung my eyes. It seemed to go on forever. I didn’t even remember eating this much, but fuck.
Killian helped pull my hair back, holding it in one hand while the other rubbed up and down my back.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay,” he said softly to me. I focused on his words, trying to calm myself. When I didn’t feel like I was about to puke the entirety of my guts out, I pulled back. Pregnancy fucking sucked.
Killian sat down on the floor and pulled me into his arms. I leaned against him, completely drained.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t, not until I knew for sure if he had associated this with my being pregnant or something else. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Fuck, I pushed you too hard, didn’t I?” he said, and it was easy to hear the self-loathing in his voice. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and was about to protest when he pressed a finger against my lips and shook his head. “No. I fucking knew you were sick.”
I frowned.
“You were sick that first night I came to you,” he clarified, and I tried to think back to when I was actually sick. I probably felt it a few nights before, but it was gone by the time I’d woken up. He was there that night? I remembered waking up in the morning and smelling his scent on my bed sheets.
“I’m fine,” I said, pushing my hand up to his naked chest and taking in his skin. He was so warm, and after getting sick, I was not. How creepy would it sound if I told him I wanted to burrow deeply into his skin and never leave?
Probably as creepy as it sounded in my head.
I shivered, and Killian moved without another word, standing up with me in his arms. I motioned to the sink, and he stopped there briefly me for me to rinse my mouth out with mouthwash before he walked us out of the bathroom. “Okay?” he asked carefully, placing me back on the bed and joining me.
I snuggled in closer to him. “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry.”
Right now, it was only the morning sickness, sometimes afternoon sickness, and occasionally night sickness, but after that, I felt good—no, more than good.
I felt…
My stomach grumbled, and I tensed. Killian didn’t say anything to that, but when I looked over at his face, there was unmistakable amusement in his eyes, which crinkled a bit.
“Hungry?”
I didn’t answer him. I thought it was obvious.
“How about I order some breakfast for us? What would you like?”
“Hmm.” I tried to think about what sounded good. “Maybe some eggs.” He nodded. “Poached and scrambled.”
His lips twitched. “Poached and scrambled?”
“Well, I can’t decide what I want more.”
“Okay. Anything else?”
“Yes, some bacon. Ooh, maybe some potatoes. You know, grits and maybe baked potatoes. Some orange juice. Some fruits.”
He leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips. “I don’t remember you having this big of an appetite, baby.”
“Is that a problem?”
He pulled me in closer to him. “Hell, no. I love my woman with an appetite.”
He wiggled his eyebrows to show me exactly what he meant. The move—the playfulness—was so unexpected from him that I didn’t know how to react at first. Then I threw my head back and laughed.
He looked at me with what I could only describe as a soft smile on him, which wasn’t really all that soft.
“It’s so fucking good to hear you laugh, firecracker.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. This new side of Killian was as much surprising as it was confusing.
I watched as he got out of bed to put on his clothes from the night before. “I’m gonna go get ready. Then I’ll order you breakfast.”
“Okay,” I said quietly, not really feeling like myself. I felt… shy.
I was not shy.
Killian stood there and watched me for a beat before nodding and walking out of the motel room.
I missed him the instant he was gone.
Fuck, but I missed Maverick and Silas as well, and that wasn’t good. I was becoming too dependent on them. The last thing I wanted, needed , was to get back to our usual routine.
I looked around the empty room with the blanket pulled up to my shoulders, trying to think. My mind was nothing more than a jumbled mess, and finally, when I couldn’t stand the thought of staying in bed, especially naked, all day, I got out, headed to the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
While waiting for the water to turn warm, I took myself in through the full-length mirror hanging on the bathroom door.
I ignored the noticeably black Tiernan name tattooed on my right rib. The longer I stared at that, the angrier I would get, and I didn’t want to be angry. At least, not this morning. I didn’t want to fight, but I wasn’t going to let this go either. I frowned and moved my eyes down onto my belly.
It was still too early to tell I was pregnant. Not that I had expected to look like it, but the fact that I still looked like me made it hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was growing another human inside of me. One that was half me. One that I would protect for the rest of my life.
I shuddered, though I wasn’t cold. The steam from the hot water was warming the small space pretty quickly.
My hands skimmed down to my still-flat stomach. Even after an increase in appetite, I looked like I had lost weight. My hair was no longer shiny and well-kept, and the shaving and waxing and grooming I had done while at the Tiernan mansion was quickly falling apart.
It was a wonder Killian had found me attractive in any way. That Maverick or Silas could too.
I grimaced and walked out to the room where I had stored the items I had purchased days before. At least I had the good sense to buy some shaving cream and a razor.
I grabbed the things I needed and hopped into the shower, groaning when the hot water rained down on my aching body.
Fuck, that felt good.
I gave myself a few moments before I got to work. I shaved almost everywhere that hair grew on my body. It was when I got to the last step, about to rinse all the suds from my body, that I felt the curtains pull back, and cold air teased my skin.
Before I could register that there was another person in the tub with me, strong arms wrapped around my middle and pulled.
My back was against a hard, naked body.
I jumped and turned my head around to meet light brown eyes. He was smiling at me.
“Silas,” I said. “You scared me.”
His arms tightened around me briefly before twisting me around fully to face him. Shower water washed over his tan skin, and I watched greedily as droplets ran down.
I was fucking jealous of the water.
He reached one hand up and cupped my breast, his fingers teasingly playing with my nipple, while his eyes took in my face, as if looking for any distress I might have.
I looked down and watched his fingers, not moving away and not saying anything. I knew I missed him when he was gone, but I hadn’t realized just how much until he actually showed up. And it was not just our physical connection that I missed, although…
“Did my baby miss me?” he asked, twirling the nub over and over with his fingers as if he could read the longing on my face.
“Yes,” I said softly. I didn’t want to pretend I didn’t miss him when I did.
He made a low sound in the back of his throat. “Fuck, baby, but I missed you. So fucking much.”
Somehow, I thought he was talking about more than just the one day he was gone. I didn’t ask him to get into that though.
“Where did you go?” I asked.
“There’s stuff going on back in the city. Maverick and I were off dealing with that. Fuck, Maverick is still there, trying to get everything under control.”
I looked at him. He looked stressed. And I wondered if he would share some of that stress with me.
He let out a small sigh. “Let me shower real quick. Then we’ll talk in the bedroom.”
I nodded and was about to turn back to the water when he stopped me. I turned to him, but he was no longer looking at my face. His eyes were directly on my rib. More specifically, the tattoo.
I held still as he gently pushed the suds away to get a clearer picture, skimming his fingers over the skin surrounding the black ink.
When I met his eyes, there was surprise in there—which told me Killian hadn’t told his brothers before he did it—surprise and something else.
Something dark and twisted.
My breath caught, especially when one eyebrow rose. “Killian?”
I nodded.
“And how do you feel about that?”
“Pissed. Like fucking cattle.”
He smiled a little, and I slapped his chest, the water making the sound louder than I thought it would be. He barely moved, but I winced. Silas grabbed my hand and held it against him.
“Don’t smile,” I whined.
He nodded and brought my hand up to his lips in apology.
“You like it,” I muttered. I saw that glint in his eyes.
He didn’t deny it. “Fuck, angel, do you know what it does to me to see you wearing our name?”
I didn’t have to guess, especially since I could see him growing hard. He had been sporting a half-mast since he got in the shower with me, but now… I swallowed and looked off to the side.
He showed me a playful smile. “You want to get back at him?”
“How?” I asked warily.
He chucked my chin softly. “Just think about what you want to do, and I’ll help you.”
My lips twitched. I couldn’t get back at Killian, not by myself. But with Silas’ help…
My smile widened, and Silas threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, but I love the devious look in your eyes, angel. Would hate to be Killian.”
I shrugged, not at all bothered. In fact, I was feeling…
Powerful.
Was it true, then? Did I really have them all in the palm of my hand? Did I control the savages?
Silas helped me wash all the soap off my body before he took what seemed like the fastest shower in humankind.
How nice it was to be a man. All he did was scrub his body with bodywash, and wash his hair with shampoo, no conditioner, and rinsing took no time at all.
He shot me a bemused smile when he caught me staring at him before reaching over and turning off the water.
I shivered, and Silas quickly ushered me out, wrapping a big white fluffy towel around my body, one around his hips, and led me out of the bathroom.
“Where’s your clothes, baby?” he asked.
I pointed to one of the drawers. I watched as he walked over to it and rummaged through the sparse clothes I had stored there, a frown on his face.
“I know it’s not much,” I said quietly.
“Fuck, baby, it’s not that. You should be covered in diamonds and the finest clothes money could buy. Not this shit.” He shook his head, throwing a pair of stretchy shorts and a red T-shirt on the bed. “All your clothes at the house are still there. And I’ll take you shopping once we’re back in the city.”
My eyebrows rose at that. “I have enough to wear everything once for the entire year there.”
Maverick had gone overboard when he took me shopping when I first came to the Tiernan mansion. There were things there that I hadn’t picked out for myself.
“And clearly not enough.”
I smiled a little as I walked over to the underwear drawer and pulled out a pair. Silas kept his eyes on me intently, especially when I threw the towel off to put on my clothes. I tried not to hide away from his gaze, like how I really wanted to. At this point, I was convinced he knew more about my body than I did.
After a moment, when I finally got the shirt on, Silas went to a bag set on the table where Killian had taken me earlier and pulled out some clothes for himself: a pair of black joggers and a dark gray shirt.
My mouth watered at the sight.
Hell.
We were sitting on the bed, me between his legs while he brushed my hair—a moment that reminded me of what Maverick had done for me before—when the door opened, and a freshly showered Killian walked in, donning a pair of fitted, dark blue jeans, black boots, and a black T-shirt. His lips were still slightly swollen from when I injured him earlier, but at least he wasn’t bleeding anymore, which was good because I wouldn’t know how to explain to Silas if he asked.
In Killian’s arms was a bag, the smell of food wafting into the room and making me salivate.
Killian didn’t seem surprised to see Silas there, but there was something like disappointment in his eyes, as if he wanted me all to himself.
The thought made me smile a little, just as Killian threw Silas’ bag from the table to the ground and put the bag of food there.
“That’s a lot of food. How did you know I was on my way, big brother?” Silas said in that teasing way of his.
“I didn’t. I would have taken Mila and hid her somewhere if I knew,” Killian responded, throwing a napkin at Silas. It hit him in the arm, and he laughed, swatting it away. Somehow, I didn’t think Killian was joking.
Silas went back to brushing my hair, as if he hadn’t already gotten all the tangles out. I didn’t stop him because it felt good, and I was enjoying being pampered.
“How are you feeling, firecracker?” Killian asked, coming up to me and taking hold of my hand.
“I’m fine,” I answered with a small smile. I heard Silas put the brush down, and he leaned forward until I could see him.
“Were you sick?” he asked.
I shook my head at the same time Killian answered, “Yes.”
Alarm hit Silas’ face. “What? Why didn’t you say something, angel?”
“Because I’m not?—”
“Fuck, it’s this shitty place. She shouldn’t be here,” Silas said, cutting me off. “That’s it. I’m packing your things and taking you back with us. In fact, leave those shitty things here. Or donate them. I don’t fucking care.”
“Silas.”
He shook his head. “No. You’re sick, and I’m not letting you argue with me.”
I looked at Killian, silently asking him for help, but all he did was look back at me with amusement in his dark eyes. Real helpful.
I placed my hand on Silas’ shoulder and turned toward him. He stilled as soon as I touched him, and I marveled over that fact. Hell, perhaps Maverick was on to something.
“Look at me. I don’t look sick. This morning… It was a one-off.”
“One-off,” he repeated unsurely.
I nodded. “I feel fine now. Just hungry.”
Killian brought over some of the containers that held the breakfast and set them on the bed as soon as I said it.
Silas looked at all that was spread out before us. “That’s a lot of food,” he said quietly.
I didn’t answer him. In fact, I didn’t look at him at all. He might see too much if I wasn’t careful, and I wasn’t ready to tell him, or any of them, about my pregnancy. Not yet. And I wanted it to be on my own terms. Killian pushed a container with scrambled eggs, baked potatoes, and bacon toward me.
I smiled my thanks, taking cautious bites of the food. Silas would probably lose his shit if I got sick now.
“I still think you should come home with us now,” Silas grumbled, stealing a strip of bacon from me. Killian punched Silas on the shoulder, causing the other man to glare at him.
“That’s for Mila. If you’re hungry, go out and buy your own food,” Killian said.
“I can share,” I added. Both brothers turned to me with devious smiles on their faces, causing me to blush.
I shook my head in exasperation just as Silas leaned down, his lips touching my ear, and said seductively, “Can you now, baby?”
I pushed him off me. Not that it did any good. He moved out of the way when I was about to slap him, laughing.
“So fucking feisty. I fucking love it,” Silas said.
I shook my head, smiled a little, and looked over at Killian. He was watching us, his face relaxed while he sipped his cup of coffee.
“You’re not hungry?” I asked him.
Killian shook his head. “No, firecracker. Just eat.”
“This is a lot of food,” I pointed out. I knew I told him I was hungry, but I didn’t think he would go out and buy nearly everything on the menu of the diner place I frequented. I recognized the food and the logo on the bag.
He shrugged. “Eat what you can.”
“Right.”
I went back to eating my food when Silas broke the silence and said, “What are you doing tonight, angel?”
I looked over at him. “I have nothing planned. It’s kind of hard to fill my social calendar while on the run, ya know?”
Silas pulled the container from my hands, and before I could react, he pulled me into his chest, my back pressed against it while one arm wrapped around me tightly and the other went down and cupped my pussy through the shorts. I squirmed, looking over at Killian.
“Silas.”
He squeezed me, pushing the palm of his hand down against my clit. A spasm of pleasure rocked me while Killian continued to stare at us intently.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you, angel?” Silas asked, slowly massaging me over my shorts. I gasped, not knowing what to focus on—Killian’s eyes or Silas’ touch. Each had the power to make me come undone.
I pressed my nails down on the skin of my thighs. “I-I’m not a brat.”
I felt him press a smile against me. “No?” He moved his hands up to the hem of my shorts, teasing the place where skin met fabric before moving one underneath, and then his warm palm was cupping my bare pussy, his fingers seeking my entrance. “Look at Killian, baby. Do you see how badly my brother wants you?”
Yes. Fuck, yes, but I could see it, not just because there was a noticeable bulge tenting in the crotch area of his jeans. It was his eyes, his face, the way his fists were clenched by his sides… it was everything.
I arched when Silas pushed two fingers inside me. “Do you want him to see you, baby? Or should I just make you come like this? Punish him a little.”
I shook my head, not knowing what to say to that. Silas lazily pumped his fingers in and out of me while his other hand came up and cupped my breast over my shirt. He massaged the globe in his big hand, pulling on my nipple until I could see the outline of it through my shirt.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he said.
His words barely registered in my mind. It took a moment for me to grasp their meaning.
“Now? Fuck ,” I hissed out when he quickened his fingers. He bit my earlobe.
“Yes, now,” he said, letting me go and kissing his way down my neck. I tried to close my legs when the feeling became too much, and Silas pinched my nipple roughly. “Killian.”
I didn’t know why he was saying Killian’s name until the other man grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart, pressing down for Silas and holding me still. I leaned further back into Silas’ chest, my leg muscles flexing.
Killian tightened his grip on me. “Be good, baby.”
“I’m always good,” I argued. Had tried to be my whole life. I thought it might count for something, but looking at Killian now and feeling Silas… hell, I wasn’t sure why I tried so hard.
Killian smiled. “Oh, yes, you are good. Our good girl. But you’re being naughty, too, aren’t you?”
I pouted and glared over at him. Silas tsked me, pulling out and away from me. I made a small whimper in protest.
Silas pressed his hand down on my stomach, stilling me. He was probably doing that to hold me still, but I reacted all the same. He might not know it yet, but he was cupping his hand over our child. It was his child. Just as it was Killian’s child and Maverick’s child. I might not know who the father was, but there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that these brothers would love him or her with everything in them.
My child would get so much more than what I had ever gotten, and the realization nearly brought tears to my eyes.
Before I could do something as stupid as burst into tears in front of them, Silas spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts. “So naughty. I was going to punish Killian, but now…”
I could feel Silas moving behind me, probably saying something to Killian in that silent way of theirs, because the next thing I knew, Killian was pulling my shorts down while Silas pulled my shirt up over my head until I was lying there naked in bed. Killian’s eyes turned smoldering when Silas spread me out until I was bare to both of their gazes. My pussy lips were wet from my arousal, which was very obvious, and I could smell me.
Hell.
I was sure they didn’t miss it.
Silas cupped my breasts with both hands, playing with them. I was sure I could probably come like this.
“I have something very important to ask you, angel, so you’re going to think about that while Killian makes you come with his mouth.”
My eyes widened when Killian shot me a wolfish grin, and before I could say anything to that, he pounced.
He was on the bed, between my legs, one hand gripping my thigh while he buried his face in my pussy. I screamed at the first swipe of his tongue on me. Silas played with my breasts harder, the squeeze nearly painful as Killian sucked the lips of my pussy into his mouth and used his teeth on me.
I struggled, feeling too much, as Silas held me still, allowing Killian to continue his torturous touches.
I leaned back and looked at Silas, but his eyes were focused intently on what his brother was doing to me.
He turned to me when he felt my gaze, his fingers twirling my nipples round and round.
“About that question, baby,” he said. I bit my lip, wondering how the hell he thought I would be able to concentrate. The way his eyes gleamed told me he knew exactly what I was feeling.
My face twisted when I felt Killian push his tongue inside me, in and out, before he licked up the wetness he created with the flat of his tongue moments later. He continued to do that, and I closed my eyes, trying to keep from coming too soon.
They sprang open when Silas slapped my nipple harshly. He did it again and again, from one to the other, and when I tried to cover my breasts, he grabbed both my wrists and held them off to the side, preventing me from moving, before going back to abuse my nipples.
“Fuck,” I gritted out.
Killian lapped at my clit before taking the swollen nub into his mouth and biting on it. I yelped and looked down at his laughing eyes.
Silas chuckled. “Be good, or Killian’s going to help me punish you.”
Any smart retort I might have had died from the daring look in Killian’s eyes.
Silas went back to playing with my nipple while Killian focused intently on my clit.
“Wh-what’s the question?” I gritted out, wondering if they would stop this torture if I just answered them.
Silas smiled, the white of his teeth gleaming from the sunlight coming in through the window. “Go out on a date with us tonight.”
“What?”
Date. He wanted to ask… That was the important question?
I would have shot him a dirty look had Killian not started doing something with his tongue that was just truly magical, and I wanted to weep.
Fuck.
I flexed my hands, wanting to reach out and touch Killian. Silas didn’t allow that.
“Baby.”
I tilted my head back and looked at him as my legs began to tremble.
“Silas, please,” I begged. I would have begged Killian, but I knew Silas was the one giving out the directions now, and Killian wouldn’t let me come until Silas said so.
“Answer the question, angel.”
“ Yes ,” I hissed out, closing my eyes, tears burning them.
I felt him press a kiss on my cheek before he whispered, “Good girl. Killian, why don’t you show our girl how good girls get rewarded?”
Killian hummed against me, and my eyes sprang open. I twisted my body as more of my arousal gushed out. Killian pushed one leg off to the side, moving his mouth up and sucking on my clit as he pushed one thick finger inside of me, fucking me roughly with it as Silas continued to play with my nipple. He let go of my hands, and I immediately latched onto Killian’s hair, pulling on it as Silas turned my head and took my lips in a searing kiss.
I came and screamed into Silas’ mouth.
Stars danced behind my closed eyelids, and I felt my entire body tighten then go slack as the orgasm ripped through me, leaving a huge gaping hole I was afraid only the brothers would be able to fill.
Fuck.
A roaring sound came from the inside of my head, even if the world outside was silent, save for our erratic breathing, and I… I didn’t know how to quiet the roar.
I kissed Silas harder, tugging on Killian’s hair a little rougher, trying to get myself to steadily come back down from something so powerful.
God help me, but I had fallen in love.
Killian gentled his movements as he reached up and pulled my hands away from his hair. Silas pulled away from the kiss moments later, and I took in a deep breath before I opened my eyes and looked at the two brothers.
One with dark, nearly black eyes, and one with lighter brown, almost golden eyes. They were both were focused intently on me. I took in a deep breath, unsure what I was supposed to do now, or how to deal with the sudden silence and sudden stillness between us.
Silas broke first when he leaned down and kissed the corner of my mouth, helping me sit up and pulling the blanket over my body. I wasn’t cold, but I was grateful for the small gesture. I smiled softly at him as I thought more clearly about his question.
“You want to go on a date tonight?” I asked.
Silas looked at Killian briefly, grinned, and nodded.
“With all of you? Even Maverick?” I hadn’t seen him since the morning he left after spending the night with me. I was both sad and glad at the same time. Glad because I missed Maverick like crazy but sad because the Tiernan brothers were a lot to deal with at the same time. I was already feeling overwhelmed with both Killian and Silas.
“He’s coming back tonight. So you'll have three of us to deal with, angel,” Silas said, his voice a seductive caress over my skin. I shuddered as he pressed a lingering kiss on my cheek.
I took in a deep breath and tried to hold on to my composure. “But I don’t have anything to wear.”
Killian grabbed my hand, bringing my attention to him. His eyes glinted darkly when he said, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, firecracker. I’ll take care of it.”