CHAPTER 27
Ibecame absorbed in my writing, taking Kill’s advice to just write and not care about my grade. When he asked about my story, I would evade him, not wanting to reveal the fact I was documenting my life with Jason.
Excitement rushed through me when I received my reviews from the pages I’d turned in. My professor's neat handwriting scrolled across the back explaining she was genuinely excited to see Hope’s life unfold.
The more I delved into the story, the more I felt like this was what I was meant to do. With the amount of detail I used, I knew my word count when I finished was going to be astronomical, but I didn’t care. This was mine, and I made up the rules.
Later in the week, I felt mentally exhausted from the words I’d embedded on my screen. I fell asleep the instant my computer shut off. My phone rang somewhere in my room, dragging me out of a dreamless sleep. I smacked my hand around the bed until my fingers made contact.
I squinted at the screen, the harsh light revealing Kill's name. "Hello."
"Hey, Slick. Did I wake you?" Kill asked with giddy exuberance.
I blinked at the darkened ceiling, trying to wake myself up. "Yeah, I was tired. What's up?"
"I need you to do me a favor."
"Okay." My body hummed. The low timbre of Kill's voice in my shadowed room woke me further as desire unfurled in my stomach.
"I sent you something today. The delivery guy forgot to drop it off." Kill's voice held a hint of anger, making my heated skin cool.
"Do I need to go and pick it up tomorrow?"
"No. I got ahold of his supervisor, and they promised it would be dropped off on the doorstep. I need you to go downstairs and make sure they left it."
"Right now?" I asked, already mourning the loss of heat from my blankets.
"Please, if it's not there, I need to call them and chew their asses out."
"Alright, alright, keep your panties on." I stumbled out of bed, the phone still pressed to my ear as I went downstairs. "So, what is it?"
"It’s something you're going to love."
I turned the knob and dropped my phone when I saw Kill standing in front of me with his phone to his ear. He reached down and picked mine up as I stared at him, too stunned to think. When he straightened, I launched myself at him. He caught me easily, as I kicked the door shut before locking my legs around his waist.
"Surprise," he whispered as we devoured each other.
Our tongues clashed, reuniting in a blissful dance. Kill slammed me against the wall, and I moaned when I felt his erection press against me. My head fell back when he pushed himself further into my needy center. He took full advantage of my exposed neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive flesh.
We made it to the couch in a tangled mess of limbs and half-removed clothing. I pulled Kill's t-shirt up to rip it off. When I saw the skin I uncovered, I deserted my task and licked, sucked, and nipped at his uncovered chest. He groaned as he finished my earlier project and threw his shirt across the room.
Kill lifted up my shirt just enough to expose my sports bra, and he yanked it up, uncovering my breasts. He growled his appreciation before lowering his head to feast on them. I cried out when he sucked on my aching nipple and arched into him, pushing us together. With my nipple still encased in his mouth, he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down just enough to free himself. I pushed up into him again, needing him more with every desperate breath I took. He didn't make me wait long as he pulled my panties over to the side and slid into me.
As soon as he entered me, our need for each other heightened. I clawed at his back as he thrust, suctioning his mouth to mine. I met his hips with each thrust as we collided together in a bruising force, not wanting to be separated from each other, but not wanting to lose the friction. My orgasm washed over me, taking Kill with it.
"Fuck, I missed you," Kill panted, pressing his forehead to mine.
"Best surprise ever!"
Kill let out a deep belly laugh and jumped off me, pulling me off the couch. My shirt fell back down, covering me slightly. His eyes lit up.
"You are fucking sexy in my shirt."
"It smells like you," I admitted, inhaling him deeply.
"Ahhh, shit." He crashed his lips to mine, and I wrapped my legs around him as he bounded up the stairs.
When we fell onto the bed, he kissed me between words.
