“Sure.”
“Good night.”
“It’s morning,” I reminded her.
She smiled. “Good morning, then.”
“Come on, Waldo. Let’s give the girl some space.”
If a dog could pout, Waldo did, but he followed me out of the room so I could close the door behind me.
Instead of going straight upstairs to my bedroom, I went to the other bedroom and rapped my knuckles on the door, signaling Jinx that I was coming in.
I opened the door and found him propped up on the bed, a book in his hand. His light blue eyes skimmed over me briefly.
“I’ll introduce you after she catches a nap,” I informed him as Waldo hopped up on his bed and curled against his legs.
Jinx nodded. He pointed a finger at me, then to himself, before arching his eyebrows. It was his way of asking if I needed anything from him.
“No, I’m good,” I answered.
His eyebrows arched higher.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
Jinx jerked his chin, then turned his attention back to his book.
I pulled his door closed, then headed upstairs to my bedroom. I didn’t stop until I was in the bathroom. I flipped on the water, stripped off my clothes, and got under the spray. I let the cool water beat down on my body, willing it to take the edge off this lust that had consumed me since Laikyn first opened the door a short while ago. I couldn’t explain what it was about her, but I ached for her.
I’d never had a reaction to a woman like this. It wasn’t merely physical attraction. It was more than that.
When it came to women, the only thing I’d ever been curious about was how loud I could make her scream when she was in the throes of orgasm. With Laikyn … I got the feeling her screams would be as vibrant and heated as she was. I wanted to hear them, but I also wanted to hear her say my name when she came. I wanted to watch her face when her eyes rolled back as she succumbed to ecstasy. None of it made sense.
I fisted my cock roughly as I imagined tunneling into her tight, wet cunt. I imagined her fingernails slicing down my back while I pounded inside her, taking us both to the edge and beyond. I envisioned her long legs wrapped around my hips while I impaled her over and over again.
It wasn’t going to happen, but the mental imagery had formed, and for a brief moment, with my eyes closed and my hand stroking my dick, I let myself think it could.
I grunted when my cock kicked in my hand, spurting cum on the shower wall.
While the idea was fantasy worthy, I had no intention of fucking Laikyn Quinn. I would make her my wife and then do what needed to be done. Once everything was as it should be, I would release her from the contract with an annulment—after all, I was doing this under false pretenses—so she could go on to marry someone who deserved her.
For now, it had to be this way. I couldn’t tell her my reasons, but it had nothing to do with love or lust or happily ever after. I didn’t give a shit about any of those things, and I damn sure didn’t want her to mistakenly think I did.
6
Laikyn
After a fitful nap, I woke upa few hours later in an unfamiliar room, but it didn’t cause me to panic. I didn’t recognize the space, but I wasn’t overwhelmed by a sense of foreboding, either. I probably should have, considering the events of the night, but it all clicked into place, making sense in the most awkward way.
Dead bodies.
Crazy mother.
Dead body fixer.
Rule’s house.
Rule’s guest room.
