Page 68 of Dirty Dean


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They laugh. “We know it’s not something most people are used to seeing, but blood and dead bodies are kind of our thing.”

I gasp, and Chris kisses the top of my head. “We need to do a thorough bleaching but we can’t have y’all here.”

“That’s our queue buttercup. Ayres wants us to leave.”

“Oh, um, right. Yes, let me get my shoes.”

“Kronos has them for you,” the man says, and the one with green eyes comes over to me and helps me put them on.

“Um, thank you.” A blush heats up my cheeks as he winks at me.

“My little rabbit would have my ass if I didn’t treat you right. She has taken a liking to you and your friend. You must come visit us again.”

A giggle leaves me, and I feel a little lighter. “I’d love that. Her cookies are fantastic.”

“That they are. I’m sure Chris wants to get you home,” the man that’s laying a tarp down on the floor says, and I remember his name is Hypnos.

“Yes, I do. Come on,” Chris says, and I nod.

My heart is in my throat as I watch Chris open the car door for me. Getting in, I whisper a thank you to him and he shuts the door. Buckling my seatbelt, I try not to quiver as the empty feeling I have.

He puts the car in gear as he buckles himself in. “Chris…”

“Don’t. I’m not going to drop you off at Laura’s. You are going to come home with me. Understood?”

Looking at him, he’s staring at me as we sit there, idling in the driveway. “Only if you want me there. I don’t want to intrude.”

“There’s no other place I want you to be.”

Biting my lip, I try to keep myself from smiling. Maybe there is hope for us after all. I’m not sure if I should be so happy at the moment. He could be taking me back to his house to get back at me for what I did.

We drive in silence for about a mile and he pulls over to the side of the road. “Is everything alright?”

“Far from it, little one.” As he says it, he reaches out to me and strokes my hair. “I’ve been a dumbass. A big one.”

It’s probably better if I don’t agree with him. Leaning my head into his hand, I kiss his palm. “I am going to make things right, Jasmine. You will see just how much I want you.”

The glimmer of happiness dies. “Want?”

He forces my head up with his hand on my neck. “Yes. Want. You don’t understand that I need you or want you. It’s not about sex. Hell, I don’t think it’s ever been about that.”

“But,wantmeans sex, doesn’t it?” At least it always has with him.

“I’m so sorry, Jasmine. I’ve hurt you in ways I didn’t know…in ways I can’t even fathom.”

He pulls me into a hug and rubs my back. “No. Want means Iwantyou in my life.Needyou in my life always. Please, come home with me and let me make it right for us.”

“You… you begged.” I hug him tightly to me and kiss his ear. “There’s things we need to talk about.”

“Tons, but for now, let’s get home so we can start repairing what I’ve fucked up.”

He runs his hand along my back and into my hair. Chris pulls my hair, so I look at him and I tremble.

“Please, little buttercup.”

“Alright, Daddy.”

The end

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