“We could all shower, and then clothes aren’t required.” I offer, trying to be helpful, but all I get is a glare from Vince.
“She needs sleep. It was a long day, Des,” he says, but the way he looks at her lets me know he isn’t against the shower idea.
It’s not a no, just a not right now, which, yeah, he’s probably right about that.
“Next time?” Vince asks, and Kat’s head snaps up so fast I swear I heard it crack.
I watch, choking on a laugh, as she sinks her teeth into her plush lower lip and offers him a nod.
With everything handled, Vince heads for the door, and Kat watches him go. I’m not even sure if she realizes the way she looks at him, but watching them together recently has made me realize just how right Father was.
If I had turned him away, it would have devastated both of them.
Vincent might not be a Lawson by blood, but he is in every other way that counts.
I might just owe him an apology.
He makes it all the way to the door, fingers wrapped around the knob, before he stops and looks back over his shoulder, as if he can feel Kat’s gaze. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the old man could do it, given how well-trained he is.
With a huff, that I’m pretty sure is meant for himself, he turns and stalks back toward Kat, his long strides eating up the distance in just a few steps.
“Sweet dreams, Kat,” he whispers before cupping the back of her head and pressing his lips to her forehead in a sweet kiss that is everything Vince swears he isn’t, before he turns and leaves for real this time, not so much as glancing back as the door falls closed behind him.
Damn, that was slick, and if I weren’t almost always hard around Kat, I sure as fuck am now.
They are hot together.
I can’t wait to watch him fuck her…
He will let me watch, right?
“Des,” I shake away the thought, for now, and find Kat watching me, seeming concerned.
“Ready for bed?”
She gives a nod, and I see now how tired she is, how much everything has been weighing on her.
I’d wanted to kill Carter for so many reasons, but if nothing else, I hope it frees her. She deserves so much more than what he did to her, and I can’t wait to help her heal from it all and watch this amazing woman who stole our hearts blossom.
I move across the room and scoop her up into my arms without missing a beat. She gasps, and I know she’s going to protest, but I don’t give her the chance.
“Let me take care of you, my love.” Her cheeks, which had just gone back to their natural color, once again have a hint of pink with the L word.
“You already take care of me, Des. I can walk.”
“I know you can, but I want you close.” I pull her tight against my chest, breathing in her sweet scent before a thought occurs to me. “Unless you need some space from me?” I ask, pulling back to look down into her eyes.
“What? No! Why would you think that?” she says, shaking her head.
“Well, you did just watch me shoot a man, Kitten.” The nickname slips out before I can stop it, but just like before, I don’t see any sign of discomfort from it.
“Well, actually, you told me to look away, so I did. I hid in Vince’s chest. All I heard was the bang.” She seems almost hesitant to admit it, as if that makes her less than, but honestly, I’m so relieved.
I pause at the side of the bed and pepper kisses all over the side of her face until she’s pushing me away, begging me to stop. She manages to break free, falling back onto the bed, desperatelyattempting to scramble away, but I’m faster. I reach out and snag her ankle, yanking her back toward me as she lets out the most adorable and sexy giggle.
I swear everything about her was made for me, my own personal drug.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask as I cage her in, one arm on either side of her head, our chests pressed together, and I know there’s no way she misses how fucking hard she makes me.
