I shove the food back into the fridge and then stomp over to the door.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“To kill your ex.”
Faith flies across the room and plasters herself against the door. “Noooo. I don’t want that. I didn’t tell you so that you could feel sorry for me or avenge me.”
“You said you wanted revenge.”
“No. I said I wanted revenge sex.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “That was my way of saying that it’s okay if you want to sleep with me because you’re hot and if I need to lose my v card, it should be with someone who is ungodly unattractive. Although, maybe because you’re hot, you won’t be good in bed. I’ve heard very attractive guys have both tiny penises and don’t know how to work them.” She taps a finger against her cheek. “But that’s not true for you because I’ve seen—“ She cuts herself off with a small cough. Pink tints her cheeks. “Well, you know what I’ve seen.”
If she’s referring to the wood in my pants about ten minutes ago, then, yeah, I know what she’s talking about. The monster is already waking up again at her offhand reference. “Still want to kill him,” I tell her.
“It’s a terribly nice thought, but he’s not worth your effort.”
I don’t buy it. Because rumor says that King’s is the place you go when you’re in trouble. The address isn’t given out to just anyone and it’s always to females. You see them in town from time to time but they stick to themselves, not talking much to anyone. They stay for a while, sometimes only a few weeks, and then they’re gone. Some people in town think he’s running a whorehouse and they are all prostitutes. Some think he’s grooming female spies. But I’m fairly sure it’s a hideout for women that are in danger. “Why are you running to King then?”
Chapter Six
Faith
“What’s your deal with this King guy?” I stare up at him. My best friend, Nora, told me I could trust King and now I’m starting to feel a little protective over him. I don’t understand why this big ole lumberjack is asking all these questions. The only thing I know is that he has a cabin and he was more than happy to rent it out to me. In fact, King had told me if I didn’t have the money that I could still come. I’d insisted on paying my way because right now, I have the money. It didn’t feel right not to pay when I could afford it. I’ve never met the man but I have to hope his intentions are good.
“You don’t need King. I can fix whatever problem it is you are having.” He clips. He folds his arms over his broad chest. Every time he does that I get all tingly inside. Gosh. He’s handsome. One look at him has me forgetting whatever I’m saying or doing.
“Well, I don’t need you to kill anyone.” I roll my eyes. “That’s gross.” Blood and cops. A murder trial. I do love a good romance suspense book but I don’t think I’d dig the real thing. I tap my finger on my lips thinking. “But maybe this revenge sex thing will work. We could take cute pictures together. We could make it look as though we are a couple. Then my ex will leave me alone because he’ll see that I’ve moved on! Once he gets a look at your size…” I run my eyes all over his massive body. “He definitely won’t badger me anymore.” I lick my lips. I can’t help it. I have no control over myself around this man. He was the one who brought up getting it on.
Maybe it will finally get my ex to stop blowing up my phone and showing up at random places that I’m at. That is one of the biggest reasons why I left. He was starting to really freak me out. I don’t understand it. He cheated on me but he still wants to be together? For some crazy reason, I am the one that feels bad because I think my stepsister is in love with him. Like I’ve said before, none of this makes sense, so the easiest thing was for me to leave.
“What kind of Christmas sweaters do you have? I think our pic would be so cute if we matched. Bear and Smittens will also need something.” I’m about to start talking again but before I know what’s happening, his mouth is on mine. His hands dig into my hair as he takes my mouth, owning every inch of it. I press my body into his, wanting to be as close to him as possible. A small moan escapes my lips, causing him to release my mouth.