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“It used to be,” I replied. “It feels a little more complicated now that I have a sweet blonde warming my bed at night.”
“Who’s this sweet blonde warming your bed?” she teased. “Because I’m pretty sure that I’m not all that sweet. I’ve been known to lose my temper when the occasion calls for it.”
I reached up and placed my hands on the outside of her thighs. “You look good in my clothes. You should wear my shirts all the time.”
“I’m not sure how open H.R. is to people not wearing pants to work,” she chuckled. “Or panties.”
Sliding my hands underneath the tails of my shirt, I slid them upward, taking the fabric with me until I was face-to-face with that neatly trimmed triangle of blonde hair above her clit. Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on the top of her right thigh. “Fuck, I love the way you smell.”
“I smell like you.”
I looked up at her. “You smell like us,” I corrected.
“You’re going to make it hard not to miss you this weekend,” she replied, her voice a husky whisper as my lips moved over her skin.
“I started to miss you the second that I knew I had to leave,” I said truthfully. “It’s only been three days, but it doesn’t feel like that.”
“Killian…” she moaned as my tongue licked a path from the top of her thigh to her hip.
My hands tightened on her thighs. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of the way you taste.”
“How do you always know what to say?” she whispered. “You always know exactly what to say.”
This wasn’t the first time that she had accused me of that, and I still didn’t have an answer for her. I said what I was feeling and that was pretty much it.
Pulling back, I lifted my ass long enough to push my pajama pants down over my thighs, my dick already hard as a fucking rock. “Sit on my cock, baby.”
Posie’s brown eyes looked blown with wicked promises, and I got comfortable on the couch as she straddled my lap.
With my hands on her hips, I said, “Put my cock inside you, baby. Let me fill you up.”
Posie reached down, grabbed the base of my cock, then guided it straight into Heaven. We both let out a heady groan as I stretched her wide, her ass resting on the top of my thighs.
“Mmm…” she moaned as she began to move her hips over mine.
“I love the way that you ride my cock,” I hissed. “You’re so fucking good with that pussy of yours.”
“I thought it didn’t belong to me anymore? I thought it belonged to you?” she panted, and there was no question on whether or not I was in love with this girl. Head over heels, in fact.
“You’re fucking right it belongs to me,” I grunted as I started moving my hips to match her tempo. “All of you belongs to me. All of it.”
I just hoped that I was going to be able to keep it all once the dust settled.
Chapter 23
Posie~
Killian was flying out this evening, and for the first time in my life, I felt like a teenage girl with her first teenage crush. Sure, I’d found guys attractive when I’d been in high school, but I’d been too shy to do anything more than just stare at them. My childhood had really screwed me up, so with no concept of healthy relationships, I had kept to myself, not interested in making myself available.
Of course, there’d also been Lennon and her family to contend with at the time. No guys in their right minds had ever tried to mess with Lennon or her sisters, and I’d been included in their protection because of how close I’d been to Lennon. It had taken me years to realized that they had always seen me as family though. I’d been too busy looking for monsters in the shadows to take much notice of how they had always tried to include me in stuff. If any guy had tried to approach me in school, I was fairly certain that Dash, Crew, or Zane would have had something to say about it.
Then when we’d gotten to college, I had been too busy trying to force a life without Lennon at my side all the time. She’d been my crutch since the sixth grade, and I’d been determined to wean myself off my dependency of her in college. Granted, things hadn’t worked out that way, but it was safe to say that Killian Warrick was my first real boyfriend ever, and I had to laugh at how pathetic that sounded.
Being with Killian felt different from my other attempts at dating. I didn’t feel like he was pretending to understand me. I didn’t feel like he was studying me as if I were a broken piece of art. I didn’t feel like he might bolt at any second while we were in bed together.
Things felt real with him.
Of course, it couldn’t be real with secrets as dark as mine standing between us, but I planned on coming clean about that when he got back into town. As always, Lennon’s logic edged out emotion, and Killian deserved to know just how wounded I was. I just didn’t want to tell him on his way out the door. It seemed unfair. He deserved the time to be able to ask questions and for me to have the time to answer them.
