“I don’t need to be. That’s not part of my job. My job is to keep you all safe, and with Carter’s ass in hiding, that’s not particularly easy right now.”
Ah, so that’s the problem.
I can’t say I blame him for being upset. I don’t love that Carter is still breathing, let alone doing so as a free man.
The smile melts from my face just thinking about his slimy little ass. I wish I had killed him the day we saw him. Lord knows I wanted to, and he deserved it.
I see the same look in Vince’s eyes, and I know he’s on the same page.
I’m sure we will have a chance, though; as much as I might hate it, Kat is what he’s after, and she’s ours now.
Ours to protect and take care of all because he failed.
What a fucking loser.
“Carter will get his. Nobody can resist Kat for long. It’s only a matter of time before he shows his ass.” I cock a brow at himwith a smirk, curious if he got the double meaning of my words, but if he does, he does a good job at ignoring it.
“Until then, I think we should work on your other problem.”
He looks at me like I’ve got a few screws loose, but that’s not exactly new. I turn and head back toward the kitchen, where I can hear my kitten upset about Dale being here before he can question what I mean.
He’ll understand soon enough.
The day dragged, and without a nap, I’m dragging too. That is, until I walk into my room and find Kat lying on my bed, a book in her hands, in nothing but one of my shirts, and though I can’t see them, I assume her underwear. Her ass looks so good I could bite it.
Fuck, I wonder if she would be okay with that?
“What ya reading?” I ask as I move into the room, kicking the door closed behind me, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Dirty romance books about devils,” she tells me without even looking up.
“Oh, is it one of the ones where they have like specialty cocks?”
That gets her attention; her eyes are comically wide for a moment before they narrow. “How do you know anything about what’s inside dirty books like this?” she asks curiously.
Good question.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Kitten? Can’t men read dirty books?” I pout as I walk around the bed to my dresser and start stripping down. I feel her eyes following me and smirk to myself.
Good to know.
She laughs, letting her book fall closed before she tosses it on the bedside table.
“I never said that, but,” she draws the word out, and I hear her get out of bed. I fight to keep my back to her. I want to see every inch of those legs and the smile I can hear on her lips. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you pick up a book, love.”
Her pet name sends me. I turn on the spot, damn near tackling her like a football player, back onto the bed as she yelps before dissolving into a fit of laughter as I press open-mouthed kisses to her neck.
Shit, I didn’t even get to see her.
I pull back to look down at her, and fuck me. She’s lying out on the bed, her hair spread out like a halo. If she’s an angel, she’s got to be like the angel of sex or arousal or something because the longer I look at her, the harder I get. Her legs wrap around my waist, and oh, fuck.
“Kitten,” I pant, licking my lips as my eyes fix on the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Yes, Des?”
Ugh, why does her calling me that make her little sugar-sweet voice feel even more provocative? Something tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing right now, but who am I to complain?
“Where are your underwear?” She doesn’t answer, but her little giggle is kind of an answer all its own.
