“You’re going to walk out to the kitchen table to eat. The doc said no lying around.”
He pouted, but it was quickly replaced by a sly grin. “Can I sit on your cock when I get there? That’s the reward I want.”
With a snort, I bent down and kissed his cheek. “Anything for you, my pretty little killer.”
14
ARI
As much asI hated to admit it, the ice packs and heat were helping. My back didn’t feel as tense, and the pain was slowly becoming more tolerable. So much so that the thought of sitting on Jules’s cock and riding him was an image firmly stuck in my mind, outweighing the urge to sleep through the twinges of agony.
Jules walked beside me, offering support if I needed it, as we headed toward the kitchen, and as much as I hated how weak it made me feel, I gave him a version of the realest smile I had in my arsenal.
“You need to eat first,” he said, and I held back the urge to argue because I was hungry.
Once I was seated at the table, he waved a hand at food from the Thai Tavern, which was written on the packaging, and I reached over to open one of the boxes, inhaling the delicious scent. My stomach growled and I patted it, making Jules grunt out a laugh. He grabbed two plates. Together we split the takeout, sharing it between us. He’d bought what I thought was chicken pad prik khing, which was a type of spicy stir-fry, crab rangoons, and crispy fried tofu. I didn’t waste any time, stuffing my mouth with bits of each, then chewing the food down eagerly to sate my hunger. Food first, then sex.
Jules stared at me for a long moment, and I raised my eyebrows at him, curious. I didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking about because he spoke anyway.
“Did you consider what you were asked at Jayce’s?”
I frowned as I shoved stir-fry in my mouth with my chopsticks, chewed, and then swallowed before I answered. “Which question?”
“About what you want to do with your future.” He clicked his chopsticks together, and I focused on his strong hand. His knuckles were scraped and bruised, and I narrowed my eyes suspiciously on them. He didn’t try to hide his hand from me, but his smirk told me he knew I’d seen the injuries. I filed it in the back of my mind to ask him about it later.
“I answered their question. I’ll be a lawyer.” I shrugged.
“To be a lawyer, you need to go to college and law school.” He was matter of fact, and I appreciated the calm and assertive tone. With me, Jules could be true and unemotional, yet also selfish and reckless. I enjoyed that part of him, as he did with me.
“Then I’ll do that.” I poked my tongue in my cheek and grabbed more stir-fry with my chopsticks, then shoved it in my mouth.
His lips curled and he leaned forward, pushing his plate out of the way. He wasn’t finished, but his attention was fully on me, and my stomach went warm knowing I was the one who got that kind of devotion. “Tell me the truth, my sweet little killer, where did you come from?”
I sighed and laid my chopsticks on my plate. I’d known this was coming and that sooner or later I would have to tell him, even if I didn’t want to because my past didn’t matter as much as my future. Licking the flavors off my lips, I focused on his handsome face and the curiosity there. “My full name is Aramis Harrison Radford.”
He blinked, and I waited, but he didn’t seem to recognize my name, which was a nice change.
“My parents are the Radfords from Pleasant Beach in California.” The name left a sour taste on my tongue and I wished I had a mouthful of food. Or Jules’s cock. I wasn’t picky.
He shook his head. “I don’t know who they are.”
“Well, that’s something, I suppose. They’re rich.” I snorted. “Wererich. That’s all you need to know about them. My grandmother, Father’s mother, is from the Quaker family. They’re rich, too. Everyone in my family comes from money.” And like everything else about my former life, it was all very tedious. Nothing interesting happened when you had too much money and no life, confined to a mansion because you weredifferent.
“And you?” he asked.
“I could have an inheritance, if I showed up again.” I scrunched up my face at the thought.
“Then why don’t you? Take your money and run.” He threaded his fingers together and watched me carefully, eyes twinkling in a way that had me thinking he was making a plan in that sharp mind of his. Or maybe he was connecting the dots, realizing why I’d left my comfortable life for truck stops and trading blowjobs for a warm bed.
“Because it’sfamily, Master. I’m part of triplets. My brothers, Beach and Sparrow, aren’t like me. They’re normal.” His lips twitched, and I grinned at him. “I’m the only one with a semi-decent name.”
“I can see that,” he drawled.
“My brothers want to be close, and I don’t want that. They’re more useful to me if they stay away.” I grimaced at the very notion of closeness with them. They were typical guys—partying and fucking and drinking alcohol. They were popular in Pleasant Beach, something I could never, and didn’t want, to be.
“Why? Because you care about them?”
I laughed. “Care? No. But I would not be happy if someone hurt them. But more than that, I don’t want to give them a reason to suspect I killed our parents.”
