Chapter 30
The last few days have been a whirlwind and I don’t think my feet have touched the ground once. Since the first night we slept together, we’ve rarely been apart—rarely out of bed if we’re being technical.
On days when I’m not working late, Killian and I cook dinner together. Sometimes I cook and he watches, eating me up with his eyes and more often than not, I become the starter. Then after we eat, I return the favour and have him for dessert.
And on nights he picks me up after my shift, we go for late night rides out on his bike.
Most nights we head to the town’s namesake, Stillwater Falls, a huge waterfall cascading over the rocks into the wide lake below it.
The woodlands surrounding it is lit up with Christmas lights, the bare trees twinkling under the moonlight.
It’s a winter wonderland and it’s beautiful.
Magical. When we finally come home, we spend the rest of the night in bed, though sleep is the last thing on our minds.
He’s insatiable and apparently so am I. We can’t keep our hands off each other.
Not a single flat surface has been left untouched.
And as much as I love it when he gets rough with me, how much it turns me on when he takes control, and how quickly his dirty words have me on the verge of orgasmic bliss.
It’s the times when he takes it slow, his touch gentle and his kisses tender that are my favourite.
I love the praise he whispers in my ear as he moves inside me, his thrusts deep and unhurried.
It’s in those moments I can almost believe he loves me, but that’s a thought I won’t allow myself to entertain.
He now sleeps in the bed with me, not next door in the box room on a mattress on the floor. I fall asleep wrapped up in his arms and I wake up the exact same way. His nightmares don’t seem to find him when he’s next to me.
He feels safe with me.
And I’ve never been happier. I’ve finally found a place where I belong.
I don’t care where I am, as long as I’m with him, I’m home.
Not even the messages I’ve been getting from that unknown number can bring me down.
I’ve received a couple more over the last few days and I’ve ignored every single one.
I’m not interested. It’s some woman from Killian’s past who hates the fact he’s moved on and I’ve decided it’s not worth my time getting worked up over.
My phone pings with an incoming message.
There’s a tingle that spreads between my legs, arousal pooling low in my belly.
Killian decided to wake me up this morning with his head wedged between my legs and his tongue buried inside me and lost track of time.
In his rush to leave for work, he left his kutte hanging on the back of the bedroom door, which sparked an idea that I couldn’t resist carrying out.
I start typing a reply.
I attach the photo I took this morning before I left for work.
It’s a photo of me wearing his kutte and nothing else.
It hangs open at the front and I shiver just remembering the cool leather rubbing my hardened nipples.
I’m not wearing panties, in their place is my hand, my fingers buried deep in my pussy.
You can’t see anything, and all the important areas are covered, but it gives him a pretty good idea what I’m up to while he’s at work.
I grin as I hit send, my stomach doing a little flip. God, I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he reads the message.
“I know that smile.” Fi shoots me a knowing look as she sits on the other side of the bar, swirling her straw around her drink.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Only a girl sending a naughty text wears that grin, I should know. You’re sexting him aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I reply coyly, just as my phone pings with a message.
I stifle a laugh before typing.
“If that’s Kill texting you, tell him to get back to his job so my employee can get back to hers,” Jett says, appearing from nowhere with a smirk and my cheeks flame hotter.
I jump, shoving my phone into the pocket of my dress. “Sorry.”
He leans on the bar beside me. “So, what’re you two troublemakers up to later? A girls’ night in watching Twilight or some equally cheesy chick movie.”
“Oh, Kaia’s not been staying with me. She’s been staying with Kill,” Fi informs him.
His brows raise as his eyes slide to me. “You’ve been staying with Kill?”
I nod. “Yeah. Fi offered to put me up for a few nights but he insisted I stay with him.”
“Wow that’s… Wow,” he says.
I shrug. “It’s not a big deal.”
“Oh, it is, babe.” Fi gives me a wink.
“He’s breaking a lot of his rules for you. It’s… new.” Jett chooses the last word carefully and I force myself not to read too much into it.
It’s true, I’m the first woman Killian has kissed in years, he allows me on the back of his bike and in his house. These things are important to him, they’re boundaries he’s allowing me to cross and it feels good to know he trusts me.
Jett heads off to serve the customer who’s just walked in.
“You really like him, don’t you?” Fi quizzes.
I chew on my bottom lip as my cheeks heat. “Yeah, I do.”
I have no idea what my future holds, and whether that future includes Killian is another matter. I hope it does, because I know without a doubt in my mind I’m falling in love with Killian Hunt.
It’s a little after eight when Killian arrives at the bar. I feel him before I see him. The air seems to shift the second his boots cross the threshold and my heart skips a beat when his gaze drifts my way, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Usual?” I ask when he reaches the bar.
“Please.”
I pull an ice cold beer from the fridge below me and pop off the lid, sliding it across the bar to him. “How did the dead grandma tattoo go with your little… predicament?”
He takes a swig of his beer. “Nothing like tattooing a dead grandma to kill a boner, but that fucking photo of you in my kutte will be ingrained in my mind forever.”
“So it had the effect I was going for.” I don’t even try hiding the satisfaction I have from knowing the photo of me has driven him crazy all day.
“You’re a bad girl, butterfly. Think I’m gonna have to dish out those spankings after all.”
I giggle softly. “You say it like it’s a punishment. How do you know I won’t enjoy it?”
“I’m sure you would, but first I need you wearing my kutte while you ride my dick.”
His eyes sparkle with lust, and I’m sure it’s reflected in my own, the mental image has me squeezing my thighs together to quell the ache building there.
“You okay there? You look a little flushed?” He smirks when my hand flies up to my heated cheek.
He chuckles. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
The bastard.
This is his revenge, his way of getting back at me for giving him a bad case of blue balls all day. I wonder what the female equivalent is called? Because whatever it’s called, I have it.
He takes his beer, still wearing his grin as he retreats to one of the booths to join a few of the guys.
As I go about my work, I feel the heat of his gaze burning into me as I flit around the bar, collecting glasses, wiping down tables and chatting to customers, something that’s proving difficult having Killian’s eyes follow me wherever I go. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.
I like his eyes on me.
I like knowing I’m the only one he sees.
I like knowing I make him as crazy as he makes me.
“Hey, Kill.” A smooth female voice has my head snapping up just as some leggy brunette in a tight black dress that hides absolutely nothing drapes herself over Killian. “Wanna get outta here and have some fun back at my place?”
“No, thanks, darlin’.” There’s no hesitation in his reply.
I watch from the corner of my eye, trying my best not to be too obvious that I’m listening.
She frowns. “Since when did you turn down a sure thing?”
“Since now. Not interested, babe,” Killian replies flatly, not even bothering to look her in the eye.
“Aw, come on,” she pouts, stroking a manicured finger through his beard.
“I said no,” Killian repeats firmer, this time looking at her directly, and still she doesn’t move from his lap.
I don’t know what comes over me, maybe it’s the fact some woman who has no reason or right to be, is sitting in Killian’s lap, or the fact he’s told her no a handful of times and she’s not listening to him, but I’ve seen and heard enough.
I put down the empty glass I’m surprised hasn’t smashed in the death grip I’ve had it in and march towards the guys’ table, unable to stop myself. “I don’t know if you’re hard of hearing or if you just don’t understand the word no, but I’m pretty certain he said he’s not interested. Three times.”
After a moment, she drags her eyes off Killian and gives me a look as if to say, oh, you’re taking to me?
“Since when is it any of your business, bitch?” she snaps. She gives me a quick scan from head to toe, her silicone-filled lips curled back as if I were a piece of shit stuck underneath her stupidly high stiletto.
“Since you’re currently sitting in my boyfriend’s lap.”
“Your boyfriend?” She scoffs a laugh. “Is this girl for real?” She glances around the table at each of the guys before the black crow feathers posing as lash extensions flutter back to me.
“Killian doesn’t have girlfriends, honey, especially not jumped-up prissy teenagers like you.
He needs a real woman. Now get outta my face.
” And as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them, she flings her arm around Killian’s neck, her ridiculously long acrylic nails grazing his chest.
Killian doesn’t respond to her advances, keeping his hands firmly at his sides. His eyes are solely fixed on me. There’s a curiosity in them, like he’s waiting to see what I do next.
Challenging me.
My patience is wearing thinner than the tiny scrap of fabric this bitch has got on. She might as well be naked for all the good it’s doing to hide what’s underneath.