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“Nice,” I finished hoarsely, trying not to think too hard about the feel of him pressed up against me.
He stared down at me blankly for a second, then burst out laughing and stepped back. “I’m bein’ normal, kitten. I’m always nice.”
What? But this wasn’t normal. Not for us, at least. Not that there was an us, but… I knew Dan wasn’t interested in any romantic shit. We weren’t a couple going about our familiar morning routine. We’d agreed to start fooling around and nothing else, so I just wasn’t sure why he was being… like this.
Nice.
Kissing my neck when he knew nothing could come of it right now, because we had to leave for work.
Confused, I sidled out from between him and the counter and grabbed a protein bar from the cupboard and an apple from the fruit bowl. After draining my coffee, I retrieved my backpack from the hall and stuffed my lunch into it, then looked at Dan, who was placing both our cups in the sink.
“Ready?” I asked awkwardly.
Was I really going to share a car with Dan to work?
“Uh-huh.” He ambled over and took my bag from me, making my brow quirk. “I’ll carry this, kitten.”
“Why?” I asked blankly as I followed him into the hall.
He grinned back at me over his shoulder as he reached for the door handle. “Because I’m nice.”
I huffed and snatched up my keys, still feeling kind of weird, but also loose and relaxed from that orgasm, though my cock was definitely a little tender.
But still. This was weird.
“Oops,” Dan said as we stepped outside. “Left the key in the door.”
Before I could reach for it, he’d snatched my spare key out of the lock and slid it into his pocket, then sauntered off the front porch.
I eyed him as I locked up. “Uh, am I gonna get that back?”
“Get what back?” he replied airily.
I snorted as I followed him to my car. “You can’t just keep a key to my house, dude, just because we’re…”
He stopped by the passenger side door and gave me a winning smile. “But what if there’s another pumpkin head emergency?”
I flushed and glanced around self-consciously, hurriedly unlocking my car so he wouldn’t say anything embarrassing where the neighbours could potentially hear.
“There is no way I’m ever using that thing again,” I muttered as we climbed in. “In fact, I’m going to smash it with the baseball bat you left in my house the moment I get home.”
“Aw, come on, handsome.” He chuckled and reached over to briefly squeeze my upper thigh, making it tingle. “It was fun at the end there.”
I pursed my lips as I switched on the engine and put the car in reverse. “It was probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever done.”
He snorted, leaning his head back against the headrest. “That wasn’t weird. You just wait ’til I get you naked again, kitten. I’ll show you how weird it can get with a dullahan.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The Integrity of a Cucumber
Rafe
I kept thinking about what he’d said all weekend.
“You just wait ’til I get you naked again, kitten. I’ll show you how weird it can get with a dullahan.”
I believed him. And it was making me equal parts horny and intimidated as hell.
