by Amo Jones
Mom draws my attention back to her. “But right now, Maya needs her best friend.”
I lean against the door frame. “She’ll have to settle for you until I know Sass is fine.” Shutting the door in her face, I make my way to the bed.
Sass wriggles into the covers farther, bringing my dark cotton sheets up to her mouth, displaying her eyes only. “I like your bed.”
“My bed likes you back.” I grin at her.
She looks around the room. “Am I in trouble? Why is everyone here?”
Perse scolds her. “You fucking fainted. Freaked me out when Killian was carrying you through his house.”
The only reason why I brought her back here was because my house is the closest to Delila’s, and I didn’t want to take her back there with Maya on some next level shit.
“I’m sorry,” she says, flipping the sheets off her body and swinging her legs over the bed. She turns, looking at me over her shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me back here.”
“Where the fuck else would I take you?”
She rolls her eyes at my outburst, standing to her feet. Over the months, I’ve come to learn how well Saskia takes my personality. It ain’t an easy one to handle, either, but she takes it in her hands and fucking owns it. It’s the sexiest shit in the world when a woman knows how to handle a troubled yet defiant man.
She stretches her arms just as Keaton and Kyrin pile out behind King. Perse pauses, watches me, and then brings her eyes back to Sass. “I’ll be out there if you need me. We’re just getting the last minute things ready for the road.”
Sass nods her head, piling her hair into a knot on the top of her head. “I’ll be a minute.”
Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, I run my hand over my face as she takes a seat beside me. “You need to make sure Maya is alright.”
I still, shaking my head. “Wish people would shut the fuck up about that.”
“Killian…” she whispers, and I bring my eyes to hers over my shoulder. I hide my mouth behind my shoulder, looking right into her bright blue eyes.
“Saskia…” I reply in the same tone she used.
She turns to face me, her hand coming to my cheek. “It all makes sense now, right? The you and I, the bond, but I can’t help but think about the same bond you also share with Maya. I’m a jealous person, Killian. I can’t share anything.”
I open my mouth. “First of—”
“I’m not done.” Her thumb presses against my lip, and I have to fight with all of my instincts that are telling me to suck the fucking thing into my mouth and bite on it. “On top of that, you need to be a good friend to her. She needs you. It’s not in my nature to be selfish and take you away from her.”
“Fuck that.” I stand from the bed, unable to contain my anger.
She searches my eyes from her seat, and I step closer, bringing my hand to her chin and slowly slipping my thumb between her teeth.
“Fucking be selfish, baby. Take me. Hell, just tell me where the fuck to go and I’ll follow willingly. You don’t have to be selfish with anything else, Saskia, but you will always be selfish with me.”
“How so?” she asks, tilting her head.
I feel when she twists her fingers into mine and my heart pounds in my chest.
“Because I’m yours.”
She flushes, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Thought you weren’t into monogamy.”
I keep my eyes on hers. “I wasn’t, until I met someone who made me not want to be with anyone else.”
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I lean down to face her. “Look at me, baby.”
She doesn’t open her eyes, so I bring my lips to hers and kiss her softly. The electricity that shoots through from her to me is electric, fucking hypnotic and damn earth shattering, but she doesn’t pull away.
I don’t pull away.
I bring my hand to the back of her neck and slowly massage the skin between her hairline and her spine. “Look at me,” I murmur over her swollen lips.
Slowly, she opens her eyes and sucks the oxygen out of the room while doing it.
“I can’t promise you that I won’t make mistakes. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and well, my relationship with my mother is fucking fragile. Those are red flags alone, and I know that, but—” I need to fucking breathe, but my chest isn’t working. She inches closer, waiting for my next words. “And I know that I’ve done some fucked up things. I will do more fucked up things in the future too, because this is who I am, and I won’t change. I can’t change. You don’t have to forgive me right now for your dad, or even for Hope, but I still need you to know that I’ll wait.”
Slowly, I hear her release air from between her lips.
I continue. “I’ll fucking wait for you for as long as I need to, because time doesn’t tick unless you’re in my arms.”
Tears slip from her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t…” I whisper, kissing her softly on her lips while swiping away her tears. “You wouldn’t be the girl I fell for if you didn’t make me work for it.” My lips curve up in a smile, and I notice the exact moment she caught my words because her eyes pop open, shock flashing over her flawless features.
“What?”
“What?” I pretend that I don’t know what she’s asking.
“Now’s not the time to play with me, Killian, did you just—”
“Admit that I’m in love with you? Yeah, fucking aye I did. What, you think I’d go through all this trouble for a chick I just want some ass from? Have you seen this face? I can get ass anywhere—”
“—Killian!” She whacks me with the back of her hand, but the smile on her face was well worth the banter. “You love me?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, Saskia. Of course I fucking do. Wouldn’t put up with your shit otherwise.”
She ignores my jab and stands with me. “Do you trust me?”
My lips curl between my teeth. “Do you?”
Her eyes narrow. “I asked first.”
“And I second, so, do you trust me?” My heart has ADD.
She swallows. “I trust that you would never hurt me—”
“—and would kill anyone who did,” I add.
“And that.” She nods. “But we’ve been through so much inauthenticity that I need a minute.”
“What, so the two villains in each other’s story won’t get a happily ever after?” I joke, winking down at her.
She smiles softly. “I guess the story is still being written.”
I lean down and kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her back. “This is some Mr. & Mrs. Smith type shit. Just saying.”
She chuckles against my lips and my hands come to the back of her thighs as I toss her onto my bed.
“Killian…” she warns, and I take in this moment to acknowledge just how fucking beautiful she is. I mean, she’s fucking flawless.
“What?” I smirk with a quirked eyebrow. “One more. Once. More. And then I’ll leave you alone and give you that space I told you I would give.”
She giggles, and the laugh was enough to render me fucking speechless. I’d never heard her giggle, and fuck me. Fuck. Me. What I would give to hear that sound for the rest of my goddamn life. You know, when she’s done being stubborn.
She grins, curling her finger toward me.
I pull off my shirt and unbuckle my belt, licking my lips while crawling up her body. She opens wide for me to settle between her legs, her eyes searching mine. It’s intimate, and I feel the room shift around me until everything is black except this girl. This fucking girl. The fucking villain in my story who stole my black fucking heart.
She leans up and kisses me. “I want to say the words back to you, but I don’t want to until I feel good.”
I shake my head, grinding my dick against her pussy. “I didn’t say that I love you for you to say it back. That’s fuckboy shit. I said it because it was true, and I know how you feel about me, Little Dragon.”
“How?” she asks, eyes a
gain narrowed into slits.
I smirk, my eyes heavy. “Your eyes tell the explicit story that your soul tries to hide.”
Her lips crash onto mine and my hands are all over her again. I strip her down, enjoying the way her nipples swell beneath the palms of my hands. Leaning down, I bite down on one and suck it into my mouth. Her back arches off my bed as my other hand reaches for her button and flings her jeans and panties off. I look down at her, eating up every single fucking inch of her beautiful skin on my way up.
The tattoo on her back. I didn’t need to ink her to claim her, she smells of me, bleeds me. Everything that she is, is me. But damn, that tattoo is sexy as fuck.
Bringing my body back down to hers, I push into her as her walls clench around my length. I groan, savoring the feeling of me being wrapped up in her. Pulling out, I slowly grind inside of her, keeping the same pace as I kiss her. Hard. I don’t think I stop kissing her.
Not when I push her over the edge from her third orgasm.
Not when sweat drips off my forehead and onto hers as I ride her out further.
Only when she looks up at me pleadingly, screaming that her body hurts from the pleasure, do I slightly pull away. But then my lips are back on hers. My tongue against hers, flicking and sucking her lips between mine.
“Killian,” she whimpers. “Please.” I bring my forehead to hers and grind against her. The slapping of our bodies filling up the space between us.
“Can’t. Don’t wanna let you go.”
She brings her face up to mine, her fingers hooking around my neck. “Always yours. No matter what.”
I groan as my cum shoots out from me and spills inside her pussy. Her hair is wet and matted against her face, her lips opening as she screams out one final orgasm. Her walls clench around my thick cock like a fucking vise. “She doesn’t want me to leave either.” I smirk as we both allow our bodies to tumble down together.
I press a soft kiss against her lips, and then against her neck to the side. I’m still inside her when I bite down on her neck. “I’ll give you space,” I say breathlessly. “But if you try to fill that space with another man, I’ll kill him, and then fuck you over top of his rotting corpse before sending him back to his family members piece by piece. Comprende?”
“You already know that’s not me, and it really should be me saying that.” I pull out of her reluctantly, loving the way our cum is dripping down my balls.
I reach down and swipe some of it up before rubbing it over her swollen tits. “Mine.”
“Yes.” She nods.
We were on the road for three days before we finally arrived in New York. Our first stop without Delila. I knew this was going to be hard for Maya, not that I had seen her much. She has withdrawn a lot from everyone, but attached herself even closer to Killian. Justice is dealing with it better than I would have expected, and I think that has to do with him trying to be strong for Maya. Killian and I haven’t spoken much at all since his house in New Orleans. I’ve made my decision, and I know that I have forgiven him, but now I don’t know how to go about making it known that I have. I don’t want it to look like I’m taking him away from Maya, who needs him more than I do right now—so I’ll wait. At least a little longer, until Maya is looking healthier or at the very least, she’s not using drugs anymore.
I’m walking through the crowds of people that are hanging around the front of the tent, ready to enter for our first show when I feel someone watching me in the line.
Spinning around, my eyes fly all over the place as shivers wrack my body. I don’t like that. Knowing someone is watching me and feeling that it’s not in a good way.
“Damn…” someone grunts under his breath, and I turn to face where it came from. I’m wearing what I’ll be wearing for my first fire scene, so the metal bralette, leather skirt and Cal, the snake. I feel bad naming it that now that she’s no longer here, but Kenan has heard from her and he has said that she has moved to somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.
My hair and makeup are done to perfection, as per usual, and my body is shining with glitter.
When my eyes land on three guys and one girl, who has epic pink hair and is holding a small belly in front of her, I smile at them all to be polite. They’re all very attractive, and would probably fit into this life had they been given a chance.
“I wouldn’t touch that…” King says, walking up behind me when he catches the guys staring at me. I thought he was talking to me until I notice he’s looking right at the guy who said damn.
“Oh, come on. When did The Brothers get so fucking greedy!” the guy says, and I can’t help but chuckle. They obviously know The Brothers to be able to say that statement out loud.
“Ignore Eli.” The pink haired beauty rolls her eyes. “He hasn’t had any pussy in months.”
Eli’s face falls, shocked at the pink haired girl’s admittance. “You are getting way worse in the second trimester.”
The pink haired girl looks at me. “I’m Tillie, this is Eli, Nate, Brantley, and Bishop.” I try not to look at all the guys for too long, knowing that she’s obviously with one of them.
“I’m Saskia,” I say, bringing my hand to hers.
“No way!” Tillie smiles. “I love that name!”
“Oh, here we go,” the guy closest to her grumbles.
“So why is she out of bounds?” Eli asks, and I can’t help but smirk at him. He’s cute. Very attractive in a pretty boy way. Very pretty.
“She’s Killian’s.” King laughs, shaking his head.
“Ah, but Killian shares!” Eli starts walking toward me and King shakes his head, his hand coming to Eli’s chest.
“Not this one.”
Shock flashes over Eli’s face as his eyes swing up to a couple of his friends. “Wow. Really? Am I really going to be the last one who is not pussy whipped out of all you motherfuckers.”
This time I can’t contain my laugh and I bring my eyes back to Tillie. “When are you due?”
She rubs her hand over her belly. “I’ve just started my second trimester. We’re having a boy, so I’m lowkey panicking that he’s going to turn out like the rest of these assholes.”
I snort again. “Well, I can’t imagine—” I freeze. Panic seizes my muscles as realization comes crashing into me in waves. “Shit,” I whisper, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
“Hey.” Tillie brings her hand to my arm, and I peer up at her. Her face falls. “Oh, shit…” The unspoken horror must have been displayed all over my face. She steps closer to me. “My car is here. Do you want me to take you to grab one?”
I can’t muster any words, so I nod my head without saying anything. She starts pulling me away when King’s voice breaks through my panic.
“Where you going? It’s forty-five minutes until the show!”
I chew on my bottom lip.
“I have a Ferrari. I can get her back in twenty.”
“What the fuck?” the pretty boy covered in tattoos snaps at her.
Tillie glares at him pleadingly, and I watch as something falls over his face and he nods, allowing us to leave. Then Tillie’s hand comes to mine and we’re moving through the sea of people. I don’t know who this girl is, but something inside of me says I can trust her. That may be her pregnancy or getting there wasn’t as easy as it looks.
She beeps a black Ferrari and I slide into the passenger seat, my knee jiggling beneath my weight. “Listen,” she says as she starts the car. “First of all, what’s the relationship with the ‘could-be’ father?”
“Rocky,” I answer, clearing my throat as she floors it onto the freeway. “When I say rocky, I mean he’s a bad man.”
She chuckles. “I know all about those kind…” Shaking her head, we pull into the next 7-Eleven and in double time, we run through the store, ignoring the cashier’s raised eyebrow at one already pregnant girl buying a pregnancy test and me dressed like a hooker.
“I don’t think I want to take it back at the bus. I need to know now
.” I clutch the box in my hand, and Tillie’s long pink hair swings around as she searches for a bathroom.
“Hey!” She points to the cashier.
The young boy with glasses and teen acne freezes under her gaze. “Yes?” He looks behind himself before looking back to us.
“Where’s your staff bathroom?”
He shakes his head, shoving his glasses up his nose. “Sorry, I can’t let you back there. You will have to use the McDonald’s down the road.”
Tillie walks closer to him and the poor kid cringes beneath her glare. “Unless you want me to drop my fluid all over this floor, I would advise you to show me your fucking bathroom.”
She’s actually scary when she changes her tone, and I find myself wanting to know her. Her story.
The poor kid flicks his finger to the side of the store. “It’s right there. Please don’t. I’m not good with blood.”
Tillie rolls her eyes and takes my hand, shoving us through the doors and locking it behind us. It’s one toilet so we’re both in here.
“Okay, take it.”
I nod, ripping the box apart and taking out the test. “What are you guys doing here tonight?” I need a distraction, so I hope she can give that to me while I pee on a stick in front of someone I’ve never met before.
“Well,” she says, double checking the lock. “My man and his pack of wolves have been friends with Killian since they were babies. Something about our world and your world being best pals. I guess they always visit every time the show is here in NYC.”
Finally, I pee, and breathe in and out. “This is scary. I’m sorry we had to meet like this.”
“Oh please. You should hear how I met my best friends.” She laughs, but I hear the seriousness in her tone. After wiping, I put the test on the counter and wash my hands. “How late are you?”
I cringe. “I think only around two weeks.”
Tillie nods. “I’m sure everything will work out.”
I bring my eyes to hers. “I hope so.”
“So, Tillie and Saskia ran off somewhere.” King runs his tongue over his teeth, smirking. “Gotta say, I’d be worried about that if I was you.”
