“It’ll do.” The voice coming out of my throat doesn’t sound like my own. I guess that’s a good thing, considering I take the knife in my fist and drive it into Mike’s thigh.
“AHHH.” He screams out his pain. The hilt of the blade is still sticking out. I release a long-held breath.
“Shall I use this knife to remove your dick? Keep the rest of the women of the world safe from your Mike N Ike?” I turn to everyone else and start to laugh uncontrollably. “You guys see what I did there?”
“Hey.” Nyx leans down next to me. “You good?” Her eyebrows are raised to her hairline. I think my stabbing him has everyone a bit concerned.
“Yep, great!” I give her a big smile before ripping the knife out and stabbing it into the other thigh.
“Alright, that’s enough, Miss Stabby.” Callum scoops me up in his arms and carries me up the stairs and out the door.
CHAPTER 35
CALLUM
“Unhand me!” Kyra cries out as we leave the house, and I march her back out to the guest house. “I wasn’t done.”
“Sunflower, I will not stand back and watch you sully your hands with that asshole’s blood. Graham and Dee will take care of Mike and make it known that he is to leave town. We don’t care where he goes, but he can’t stay here.” Scanning my finger, I let myself into the house. I carry her directly to the bathroom and place her ass on the countertop before starting the shower.
“What are you doing?” She cries out. “You will not shower with me.”
“That’s fine, but you will shower. I can’t stand seeinghisblood on your hands. While you shower, I will make you some food.”
Once the shower is warm, I leave the room and close the door behind me. Walking out to the kitchen, the smell of her coconut and vanilla scent lingers in the air and makes my cock instantly hard. I have got to get myself together. She doesn’t want me; she sent me away.
I grab the bread off the top of the fridge while snagging the butter and cheese. Her adrenaline will wear off, and I’m worriedabout Kyra going into shock. My girl just stabbed the man she had intentions to marry not six months ago.
Fuck, not my girl.
With the pan on the stove top warming up, I butter the bread and pull the cheese out of the packaging. I can hear her singing quietly while she showers, and it’s adorable. I could easily get used to making her food while she does whatever it is she wants. Throwing the first piece of bread down in the warm pan, I hear the bathroom door open.
“What cha doing?” Her adorable innocence is back in her voice. Gone is the stereotypical “bad ass” that she thinks she needs to be. Kyra, on her own, is a badass, maybe not to the level of the woman from her books, but she has conquered a lot just in the time I have known her.
“Making you a grilled cheese.” Flipping the sandwich, I turn to face her. The moment I see her, my jaw is on the floor. She is standing before me in a practically sheer dressing gown. The shadow of her peaked nipples is just barely visible. All that work of keeping my dick under control has been thrown out the window.
“Are you just going to stare or say something?” Her cheeks flush with a blush.
“Fuck, Sunflower.” I make a game-time decision to pull the pan off the heat and set it on a cool burner, and I cross the room to stand before her. “I’m not sure what to say…you are always gorgeous, you know that.”
“Do I? Do I know how you feel?” She bites her finger and stares up at me.
Fucking hell, I am not strong enough for this.
“Kyra, my beautiful Sunflower,youasked me to leave.Yousaid you couldn’t do this. I would give you the world if you would just let me.” I take one step towards her, and she puts a finger up in front of me.
“I don’t need the world. For tonight and tonight only, I just want you to fuck me.” How do I say no to that? My heart will break when she sends me away again, but I will give her anything she asks.
Pulling her quickly into my chest, I grasp a handful of soaking wet hair and tilt her head back so I have access to her mouth. She opens instantly, allowing me a taste of the one thing I have been craving since I walked out of this house the last time. She tastes like home and salvation.
My life had no meaning when I was discharged from the Marines. I had no direction, no purpose. I was going to rot on my brother's couch, or guest house in this case, until he forced me to make choices. Then I saw her, and her bright green eyes captured my soul. I got to know the angel before me, and I was done for. I want to be whatever she needs, and at this moment, she wants to use me like a human sex toy. To be completely honest, I don’t mind one single bit.
Kyra breaks the kiss and takes my hand. She drags me out of the living room and into her bedroom. Catching me off guard, she is able to push my body down on the bed. I land with a hard bounce, but I instantly go to sit up.
“Stay.” She pats me on the head and gives me a peck on the nose.
Who is this Kyra? Did we break something in her? Allowing her to stab Mike caused a mental break?
“Wha-“ My word is cut off, because at that moment she reaches to untie the belt that is keeping her robe closed. No more teasing of her nipples through the fabric; they are right there begging for me to take one in my mouth.
