“Well, now you don’t have to. I saved you a trip. I'm with you for as long as you want me,” I said, pushing into him.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. I felt the electric current go straight to my wet core. I cried out as I crested close to the edge of reason, clawing at his back while Kill switched to the other nipple.
“Fuck, Slick. You're so fucking hot, and just for future reference, forever is all I’ll take from you. I want it all with you. It's always been you, nobody else.” He slipped his hand into my yoga pants and dove into my wet aching need. He impaled me with a finger before pulling it out and circling my swollen clit. I cried out again, the pressure already building. My body was greedy for his touch, and I couldn't get enough of him.
“Tell me,” he commanded. He pulled my pants, and underwear down carefully before removing them over my cast. He thrust two fingers inside me, but didn't move them. We stared at each other as he willed me to answer him.
It took my brain a moment to get its wits together enough to figure out what he wanted from me. “I’m yours, Killer. Forever. Nobody else but you.”
He closed his eyes when I spoke, soaking in my acceptance. When he opened them, they were filled with possession and need. He pumped his fingers in and out of me using his thumb to stroke my clit. An orgasm washed over me with his name on my lips. He yanked his pants off, positioning himself at my entrance and plunging into me to the hilt.
My waning orgasm thundered back, and I squeezed him as the last of it dissipated. We stared at each other, reveling in the fact we were together again after being apart for so long.
“I love you, Killer.”
He gave me his half smile as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “I love you too, Slick.”
We started slow, but as soon as we declared our love, our passion took over. We clawed and marked, showing each other with our bodies how much we craved the other. We were insatiable, showing how starved we had become for one another. The next round was slower as our sweat-covered bodies loved one another.
"No more keeping stuff from me, Slick. When I found out about Trent and the notes he was sending you, I almost went insane. It hurt me that you didn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on. I can't handle anymore lies or secrets."
My stomach bunched at his words. He was right; I shouldn't have kept the notes from him. My mistrust needed to be removed to make our relationship as strong as it could be.
"Jason called me the other day."
Kill sat up and pinned me with his gaze. His eyes burned with anger and pain. I put my hand on his chest to stop him so I could finish.
"I told you, because I didn't want you to find out some other way. He's somewhere on the east coast. His dad sent him to some mental hospital when the police caught him violating the restraining order. The day I confronted him was his undoing."
Kill opened his mouth, but I stopped him again.
"He’s going to have to be dealt with. He isn't going to let me go, his phone call proved it. Let's not think about it just yet. Can't we just bask in this for a little while, before we get pulled back into the drama of life?"
Kill let out a deep breath, his eyes searching my face before he finally nodded his consent. "If he contacts you again, let me know. No more secrets. And we will deal with him. You are mine, and he will never touch you again." His voice had a hint of steel in it.
"No more secrets. We'll figure out something to do about Jason."
With everything out in the open, we fell asleep, our bodies entwined. I felt at peace with Kill wrapped around me. He was my home, my security. He’d repaired my broken heart.
I awoke to banging on our bedroom door. Jet yelled out we had three minutes to get decent before he came in. My clothes were too far away, and it would have taken too long to retrieve them using the crutches. Kill laughed, as he gathered them for me. He pulled on his jeans, not bothering to button them. I stared at his chest and the V pointing to one of my favorite things in the world and swallowed hard.
“Stop it, Slick. I don’t want Jet in here while I have a raging hard on. Later.” He kissed my head just as Jet and Amy came running in. Amy slammed into me, hugging me securely. I was on the bed with the covers over my waist, because it would have taken too long to get my pants back on over the cast.
“What the hell took you so long?” she asked, hugging me again.
“Sorry; I had to figure some things out.”
Amy rolled her eyes, but didn’t comment any further. Jet came over and hugged me, kissing me on the top of my head. I was shocked at the sweet gesture, coming from him. They sat on the bed, careful about my cast. Jet uncovered it, saying he wanted to sign it.
"Don't pull the covers up any farther than the cast," I warned him.
A mischievous look graced Jet's face, but Kill smacked him in the back of the head to let him know I was serious. I wasn’t sure where he’d gotten it, but Jet pulled out a black sharpie and started doodling on my cast. I told them the whole story of what happened the night Trent knocked me off the road.
Jet looked over at me, and for the first time, he appeared serious. “I hate you had to go through that, Faith. It didn’t feel right when we were on tour, and you weren’t there. You're a part of this family, and we need you. Besides, bad things happen to you when you aren’t with us. So just accept your fate and stick with us.”
I gave him a stunned look.
“What? I know I'm a sex god, but even sex gods know what they're talking about.”
