He nods slowly and I realize I just accidently confirmed what he was saying. My lips part as I start to back track slightly.
“I can’t imagine it because your dick… is fucking terrifying.” I keep my gaze locked on the screen, choosing to watch the killer rather than the man at my side who I just confessed to.
Honestly, I’ve been with big guys before, but I’m starting to wonder if the thing in his pants could be considered a weapon really.
“My dick terrifies you?” He leans closer to me, his chest pressing to my arm.
“It’s nightmarish.” I snuggle into his side and his arm wraps around my shoulder as the serial killer on the television starts his slow stalking toward his now screaming victim. “Your dick’s the Freddy Krueger of cocks.”
His body shakes with laughter, skimming all through me with the delicious humming sound.
“Mmm, is that so?”
“Yes. It’s insulting. Hard to look directly at. Murderous during sex. Total Freddy Krueger of cocks.” I love the sound of his laughter. It blooms into my chest, spreading happiness right into me.
The smile against his mouth skims over my neck and his lips press there only once. A shiver shakes through me as I tilt my head for him.
His tone is rasping as he speaks against my ear. “It’s all about control. I promise it’s not a scary as it looks, Lex.” His lips press to my throat once more, making my lashes nearly close. Warm fingers sneak beneath my shirt, skimming lightly against my skin.
I’m faintly aware of the murderous screaming coming from the television.
Another victim has fallen prey.
My gaze locks with his, the slashing flickering of light makes his hooded eyes a stormy color of blue. The heated look in his eyes lowers to my lips just as his head tilts closer. There’s barely any space between him and I.
And yet, there’s enough for Mason to lean in between us. A smirk is against his mouth as he glances from me to Jameson, his hands resting against the back of the couch as he leans over us.
“Rory gave me an update on your training and I wanted to go over the layout with you before tomorrow.” His low tone holds amusement as he watches me pull back from Jameson.
“Yeah.” A breathless sound of a word falls from my lips and I start to nod profusely like a total idiot.
“Yeah?” Mason bites his lip as he passes his friend a look once more. “I can come back, but I didn’t think you’d be too busy with Tylin watching.”
I follow his gaze to find Tylin staring right at me, clearly awake. Not sleeping like he’d appeared only minutes before.
My eyes close slowly.
“Nope. I’m completely ready. My mind is one hundred percent teamwork right now. Go team,” I add in the most ridiculous cheer I’ve ever said in my entire life.
“She was totally just talking about Jameson’s monster cock right before you walked in,” Tylin says, his gaze unflinching as the killer slaughters the woman on her kitchen floor in a mess of blood and screams. Ignoring the screen, I hope the low light of the living room covers the pink hue tinging my cheeks as I realize how much Tylin heard… and saw.
Why are they all so infuriating? Not that I can refute Tylin’s statement. I shake my head and unfold myself from my spot on the couch, leaving only a warm imprint on the cushion for Jameson to cuddle with. Standing quickly, I round the couch, heading for the stairs. I pass Mason not saying a word to anyone to get myself into further trouble.
“Goodnight, Hart.” Tylin smirks at me from his comfortable perch. He sits like a king on a throne instead of the asshole he is on a simple upholstered chair. A sexy, sometimes sweet asshole… but an asshole nonetheless.
I throw a small wave over my shoulder without a backward glance, and leave the room. If I could be any more awkward right now.
Mason trails quietly behind me as I make my way upstairs. In complete silence, he closes the door behind us and starts to verbally tell me the layout of the church even when I start to undress down to my underwear. He watches my every move as I pull on a clean shirt and climb into bed. I’m processing his words and he’s not pressing me to pay more attention, but I really am pretty checked out for the day.
As we sit against the glossy headboard, the soft pillows of Jameson’s bed make my eyes drowsy. Suddenly, sleep is all I want. Not that Mouse will really allow that right now.
No, he’s all work mode right now.
His index finger taps against the church layout he’s drawn for me.
“What will you do if someone recognizes you?” He pulls off the dark rimmed glasses, sitting them down as he pushes his fingers against his tired eyes. His handsome features look different without the glasses. His cheekbones seem more defined. My gaze trails along his jaw before settle on his full lips.
The seriousness of his question sinks into me and I find myself avoiding the answer.
