Hell, I was still afraid of that. But she wanted me too. She wanted us.
And that had sealed the deal.
It wasn’t like I’d had a choice. Seeing her dolled up and sexy had tipped me over the edge of no return. I couldn’t pretend she was too young for me anymore. She was young and far too beautiful for a jerk like me. But she was of age.
And for some mysterious reason, she wanted me too.
I still could hardly believe my luck. I doubted I would get used to this. I’d be counting my fucking blessings for as long as she would have me.
And I hoped that was a really long time. Forever.
You are way more than lucky, you dumb sonofabitch.
I pulled on my jeans and went to find the object of my affection.
She was seated at the kitchen table, sipping coffee. She wore an oversized button-down that I recognized from my closet. A soft flannel I’d had forever but never worn. I tiptoed over and stole a kiss before she even knew what was happening.
Big, beautiful blue eyes blinked at me in surprise before she smiled.
I grabbed a coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her.
“How did you sleep?”
“Pretty good,” she said shyly. “How about you?”
“Hmm, you put me into a sex coma.”
She blushed bright pink. I stared at her toes where she was rubbing them together, like a sexy little cricket. I wanted those toes. I wanted her again. Right fucking now.
My cock was hard, just from saying ‘good morning’.
I pulled her to her feet and into my arms. I traced the delicate skin above the collar. My collar. I bent and kissed her warm flesh.
“I want this back,” I murmured. Her innocent eyes blinked up at me in confusion.
“What?”
“This is my shirt.”
Her gorgeous blue eyes widened before she realized what I was doing. I grabbed her, trying to tug the shirt free. She squealed and ran away. Back toward the bedroom.
I grinned and followed her, pretending to be hunting her down. Like a lion stalking a tasty little antelope.
“You’re heading in the right direction, sweetheart.”
I grabbed her and tossed her over my shoulder, my hand landing squarely on her ass. I dropped her on the bed and grinned at the outraged expression on her face when she bounced. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her closer so I could climb on top of her.
I kissed her long and deep, then lifted my head, staring into her eyes. Her body felt so good underneath me. Warm and curvy and right. Her gorgeous eyes actually fucking sparkled as she looked up at me with something special in her eyes. Something that looked a lot like love.
I felt it, deep inside me. Was it possible she actually loved me? I wasn’t ready to say it yet. But I was pretty sure I was looking at her the same way.
Well, with a massive dose of lust thrown in.
“Are you sore?”
“No. Why?”
“Because.”
Her cheeks turned so red they looked like they were sunburned. It made her eyes even bluer, if that was possible. I chuckled, letting my cock do the talking for me. I was already hard. I had been since I caught sight of her sexy toes in the kitchen.
“Oh!” she gasped as I pulled her thighs apart and settled between them. I unfastened the shirt one button at a time, kissing body her as I went. And when I got to her belly, I looked up at her.
“This is what I like to call breakfast in bed,” I murmured and started tasting her sweet pussy. She was all pink and soft and perfect. No one should taste this good, I thought. No one should look this good either.
But she did. She was perfect. And she was mine.
I spent the morning making Parker come with my hands and mouth. It was hours later when I finally let myself feel her warmth sheath my cock. We stayed in bed most of the day, screwing like sex-crazed rabbits.
It was the best damn day of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Killer
The eyeballs bounced gently in the jar as I turned it this way and that. I had only two sets in this jar. There was another jar on the shelf full of other trophies.
An ear was pressed against the glass on the shelf. I nodded to it, acknowledging its presence. He was always listening.
With all my friends here, I was never alone.
My mother and grandmother were both buried in the tiny yard behind the house. They’d died of natural causes. I’d buried them both without reporting their deaths. I didn’t cash their social security checks, though they kept coming.
I didn’t need the money. I didn’t need anything except revenge.
And cleanliness. I craved cleanliness. I needed to cleanse the world of filth and disorder.
I knew that blood was better than soap and water.