15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Killian
T he door to Naomi’s room swings open just as I’m about to knock. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here, remember?” I make the world's dumbest joke.
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“I wanted to check on you after last night,” I admit.
“I-I’m fine. Thanks.”
“I was thinking we could finish the garden tour this morning? I’m usually not hungry the morning after a nightmare, but still feel wound up.”
Her eyes narrow at me, but she nods. “Yeah, I’m usually never hungry either. Okay. I get to ask the first question. Was it three left?”
“You can ask as many as you want. Come on.” I gesture my hand toward the hallway.
“Would you ever kill for the sake of killing?” she asks.
I turn to look at her as we continue to walk down the hall to the stairs. The way the morning light is hitting her hair has my heart skipping a bit. I manage to clear my throat and behave as I say, “I guess we’re going straight for it.”
“Well, we already skipped seven thousand steps. So, might as well.”
“I don’t like injustice. Especially for those who can’t help themselves. So the answer is a hard no. There will always be a reason. If I kill just for the sake of it, then I’m part of the problem.”
“I bet a lot of people would think we are part of the problem anyways,” she says.
“Did you say we ?”
Her eyes widen. “No, I said you . . . killers.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Hmm. Okay, my turn. Have you ever considered killing someone?”
Naomi chews on her cheek, considering her answer as we finally make it outside. “I want to kill you, if that counts.”
“It does. But I mean before me, before all of this.”
“Maybe, people can be infuriating.” Naomi ponders a moment before continuing, “Like on the operating table—sometimes we have people come in who deserve nothing more than a swift death for what they’ve done.”
“I’ve seen you in the OR.”
“Wow. I guess security has really gone to shit with all this technology.” She scoffs. “So what did you see?”
“I saw you hesitate, but in the end you chose to save them . . . But then I’ve also seen you beat the shit out of someone outside a bar. So I think you’re one bad moment away from being more like me than you care to admit.”
She worries her bottom lip, it’s so fucking hot. I want to bite it right here in this garden. “I’m nothing like you.”
“Hmm. Doubtful. Come, I want to show you my favorite place here.” We pass through the maze of a garden until we hit a small clearing with benches and chairs.
“Is there a reason you made this place like a maze?”
“It makes it interesting every time I come out here, much better than a boring simple path.”
“That’s kinda cool,” she says.
In the middle of one of the benches is a chess set. “My mom and I had Gilmore Girls , my dad and I had chess. Do you play?”
“I love chess. It’s a game of strategy, not luck or brute force.”
“Want to play with me?” I ask her as I take a seat on the black side of the chess board.
“As long as you’re ready to lose!” she challenges with a smirk on her face.
“I never lose,” I retort.
She sits down across from me. “Neither do I.”
We’ll see about that. Though I might be willing to let her win to see her smile.
“Ladies first,” I offer.
Looking at the board for a moment to think first, she moves one of her pawns to d4. Thinking I know where she’s going, I move my pawn to d5. Her lips quiver, trying to hide a smile. I know I’m right when she moves her other pawn to c4—ever my little firecracker.
“Wow. A gambit, huh? We’re starting off like that?”
“A little sacrifice never hurt anyone. Now the question is: are you going to accept my challenge?”
“I’d love to accept anything you give me. The good, the bad, and the downright sinful,” I promise her as I move my pawn to capture hers at c4. “I know you like a good sin. I’m just hoping to help you feel more comfortable sinning or doing whatever you want and not what society deems acceptable.”
“The sinner's gambit.” She nods her head in agreement. “Sounds sexy.”
“You flirting with me, firecracker?”
“No!” she blurts out. “Just makes chess sound sexier than it's stereotyped to be.”
“Mmm, okay,” I say with a knowing smirk. “It's your turn.”
After almost two hours of play, the end result is a draw, which somehow puts Naomi in a crabby mood. I had a feeling she’d be competitive, but she’s pretty angry.
“You’d think a draw is worse than losing,” I tease as we walk back to the house.
She rolls her eyes. “I never lose.”
“So, you’re a sore loser then?” I joke. “Either way, you didn’t lose. Neither of us won. That’s different.”
“It’s not about the fucking game,” she says, stomping faster ahead of me.
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave. That ass is really something.
Before I can respond, she shrieks out loud as she trips over an overgrown root that forced the concrete up. I can’t get to her before she hits the ground on her hands and knees.
“Naomi!” I rush to get to her side. “Are you okay?”
I try to help her up, but she shrugs me off. “I’m fine,” she says as she stands up.
“Your knees are bleeding, so no, you’re not. Come on.” I pick her up off the ground in a bridal carry, and she kicks and screams the whole way back to her bedroom.
“Shut up and let someone take care of you for a change,” I demand as I set her down on the bed. Not waiting for a response, I go to the bathroom and get the first aid kit.
I bend down in front of her, her eyes boring into me. But she doesn’t say another word.
Pulling out the alcohol and cotton round, I soak the pad before blowing on her knee as I dab it on her injuries.
“That’s unsanitary,” she whispers as she closes her eyes with her lower lip in her mouth.
“From the sound of your voice I don’t think you give a shit.” I blow again, making her skin erupt in goosebumps. “Especially if your skin is any indication.”
“I-I’m just cold.”
“More like hot,” I counter, my finger roaming down her knee, only allowing a moment of teasing before I go back to cleaning and tending to her wound.
“All better. Want me to kiss it?”
Her eyes widen. “N-no.”
I smirk at her. “Mhmm. Okay.”
“I-I think I’ll stay here for the rest of the day. I’m . . . sleepy.”
I don’t like the idea of that, but I allow it. “I’ll have someone bring you some food later when you’re ready.”
She nods in return.
“If you’re looking to relieve some tension, you might want to check out the second dresser. Could be a couple things in there to help you . . . rest.”
I hope she likes the toys I picked out for her.
I’ve been pacing the length of my bedroom ever since I left my little firecracker with the idea in her head. I can just check to see if she found the toys. Okay. That’s not too invasive. Can I even gauge the ethics of being intrusive when I’ve been infiltrating every aspect of her life for months?
“Fuck it!” I say, opening up the security app. “I can just see if she found them. Nothing else.”
My hands go clammy as I pull up the right camera. My breath catches in my throat. Naomi has changed into a bathrobe and is sitting on the bed with the two toys I left in the dresser in front of her. They’re both waterproof vibrators, but one is suction based.
She’s staring at these toys like they’re her saving grace, but also the world's hardest math equation. “Just use them, firecracker. I know you want to,” I say to the phone, not that she can hear me.
I see her lock eyes with the very camera I’m using, as if she did hear me. She picks up the big black vibrator and nudges her bathrobe open enough to give her access. Unfortunately, not so open I can see anything.
She continues to stare at the camera as she turns it on and places it on her core. Because I have the audio turned up, I can hear that Naomi’s playing with the different rhythms at first, toying with herself and me.
“Fuck!” I yell, feeling all the blood rush to my dick.
She swirls the wand up and down, building the tension. Not able to take it anymore, I unclip my belt and open my jeans with one hand. I lie on the edge of my bed once I’ve moved enough of my jeans and underwear down to give me access to myself.
I stare at my queen as she stares back, almost as if we’re daring the other person to keep going. I go at her pace, stroking my entire length. I adjust the strength of my squeeze based on the noise her vibrator is making. I’m thankful when I can tell she’s increasing it, and her face breaks out into a sexy expression.
She’s enjoying the shit out of this, and so am I. This is the first time in a long time I’ve allowed myself the satisfaction of masterbating. I wanted my next orgasm to be with her. This totally has to qualify. I hear her breathing get ragged as she moves the wand faster and her other hand clutches the bed. I increase my speed and make sure to stroke every inch, imagining it was her hand and not mine.
“Fuck, yes!” I moan as I can feel how close I am. As if she knows, all of a sudden she just stops.
“What the fuck?” I yell.
“You don’t get to see the full show!” she snarks, making my jaw drop. She knew I was watching. Or at least she hoped I was.
Naomi gets out of the bed and throws the toy back on as she saunters to the bathroom. She barely closes the door before taking off her robe and throwing it outside. Then she slams it shut, marking the end to this moment.
I smirk at the screen as I unhand myself. “Nicely played, firecracker. Nicely played.”