“Yeah. He’s in bed with me. Guess he’s still not too old to snuggle up with mom.”
“Right.” My chest tightens as I picture him cuddled safely in her arms.
I should be there. God damn it.
“Mom says the stomach flu is going around. You think you could pick up a few things on your way here in the morning if I text you the list?”
“Send it now. I’ll hit one of the twenty-four-hour stores.”
“You sure?”
“I’ll see you soon.”
As much as I hate to do it, I wake Freya up to drive her back to her car.
Chapter 11
“I’m sorry about this. Wasn’t expecting Bensen to get sick.”
“It’s fine. Comes with being a dad.” I rub my eyes and roll out of the warmth of his bed. My body aches but in a delicious way from being fucked hard. I don’t bother with my bra. The minute I get home I’m crawling into my bed and sleeping for a week. I stumble around trying to get my boots on when Death steadies me from behind.
His lips brush over my ear. “Had a good time with you. Hope to do it again soon.”
“We’ll see.” I’m not getting my hopes up. I can’t take it any further than sex as much as I care for him and wish things were different. The sex is good. Fantastic enough that I’m selfish enough to let it continue.
“No see to it. If I want you in my bed you’ll be in my bed.”
I turn into him and pat his jaw. “Cute that you think that.”
He grabs a handful of my ass. “Don’t push your luck with me.”
“I can do what I want with who I want when I want. That might be you. It might be someone else.”
He squeezes me tighter. “I’m not playing with you. This isn’t no motherfuckin’ game.”
“You talk all big and bad, but like I said. We’ll see.”
“You’re tying to piss me off.”
“I’m keeping it real. I’m young. I’m single. I don’t have any kids or a spouse to answer to.”
“You’ll be answering to me if I catch wind you give my pussy to anyone else.”
I lean up and kiss him on the side of his mouth. “I’ll take my chances.”
His big hand wraps around the back of my neck. “Final warning. You keep talking shit, I’ll ram my dick so far up your ass you’ll never be free of me.”
I hate myself because I go instantly wet at his threat.
As if he knows he grins at me then he kisses me soft and slow. Death’s tongue slides between my lips, taking full control. He breaks away first and I hate that I could stand here kissing him forever. “Let’s get out of here.”
He drops me at the bar and waits for me to pull out before he leaves. He follows me to the apartment complex. I turn into the parking lot, and he keeps going. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to let it bother me that he’s going home to his wife. I was fooling myself.
Inside my apartment even though I am dog tired I find myself getting in the shower to wash off. My hair stinks like the bar and cigarettes. After brushing my teeth, I get my fuzzy snowmen print fleece pajama pants and matching tank on. Once I’m in my bed then do I allow my mind to race.
Is he really going home to a sick kid or is he going home to be with her? Did he get what he wanted so he wanted me gone? Does he mean it when he says that I belong to him? Its as though we’ve skipped all the relationship stuff all together and moved straight into the crazy possessive stage that both turns me on and terrifies me.
“You fucked him again, didn’t you?” Yara smirks while slapping a palm to the kitchen table of her and Whiskey’s place.