Van smiled widely as he reached out to give Kill a high five. Jessie unsuccessfully tried to hide her scowl. Even with my inner voice telling me to be cautious, I couldn’t keep from getting sucked into Kill's happiness at finally being able to claim our relationship.
“Yep, we're official. He's off the market; no more skanks need apply.”
Kill let out a loud belly laugh and kissed me quickly on the mouth. “Never again. Only you.”
The sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. For a split second, I allowed myself to hope this would work, but then my brain brought me back to reality before I could get too carried away.
“I know I already said it, but about fucking time,” Van replied before walking over to the recliner and bringing Jessie down onto his lap. “What are we watching?"
And just like that, we’d formally announced our relationship.
Jet and Amy were the next to come through the door. This time, I didn’t try and pull away.
Jet let out a huge whoop. He almost dropped Amy on her ass, since she was riding piggyback. Amy wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I tried not to smile.
“Did you finally lay some pipe on her, Kill?” Jet asked, making me blush bright red.
“Shit, Jet. Shut up,” Kill said. His voice wasn’t very stern. In fact, he seemed to be having a hard time keeping the smile off his face.
“What? I was just asking if you two were getting it on. I mean, we saw you trying to swallow each other on the kitchen counter earlier. I just wanted to know if you sealed the deal, and by seal the deal I mean...”
“Stop,” I cried out before he could elaborate. “We're together. That's all you're getting out of us tonight.”
“Oh no. You'll so be giving me details,” Amy said from her perch on Jet’s back.
“Not tonight.” My voice had a whiny quality to it, but I didn’t care as long as I got my way. I didn’t mind playing dirty.
“Later,” she said pointing at her eyes, and then at mine.
“Want to watch TV with us?” I asked, trying to change the subject while I was still ahead.
“Fuck no. I have this beautiful piece of candy I want to taste,” Jet answered.
Amy leaned over and kissed the side of his mouth.
“Too much information,” Jessie groaned as they started making out.
“Whatever. You know you’re jealous," Jet replied around Amy's tongue.
"I had to watch this hot piece of man teach a nine-year-old how to play a guitar for an hour without touching him. Do you know how sexy a patient man is? I've always had a thing for teachers," Amy said, her eyes clouding with lust.
"Later, losers,” Jets said as they headed upstairs to his room.
Kill leaned over and whispered into my ear, “I want to taste you later tonight.”
I shivered at the desire lacing his voice. “Only if I get to taste also.”
His hand snaked under my shirt and stroked my stomach, making my body ignite in need. I was ready to be alone with him. He didn’t take his eyes off of the TV as his hand stroked higher, brushing the skin right under my bra.
My breasts tightened from the attention they were almost receiving. My core burned with need, forgetting the soreness left behind from earlier. The front door slammed closed, and I jumped up, dislodging Kill’s hand. He placed it back under my shirt and started running his fingers back and forth over the material of my bra.
D walked through the door to see Kill’s hand still under my shirt. His fingers branded my skin, and I was sure I looked flushed from the desire Kill had been stoking.
D glared at us, but remained silent. His eyes bounced back and forth between us. None of us broke the silence. D’s face contorted in disgust, and he shook his head as he turned and stormed up the stairs without uttering a word.
“Don’t worry about him. He'll learn how to accept change. He needs to realize that not every relationship ends badly,” Van said.
“I know. I just need to talk to him about my feelings. Explain to him this isn't going to go away. He's just going through a rough patch right now,” Kill replied. His voice sounded weary.
