I lead Kit to Lennox’s apartment.
“Wow, it’s like his personality was turned into an apartment,” Kit says after looking around the space.
“Yea, the apartment is somehow grumpy, arrogant, and an asshole all at once.”
I take his hand and gently lead him up the stairs to the bathroom.
I sit him down on the closed toilet lid and start running water in the sink. I wet a clean washcloth and wipe the blood away to reveal a nasty bruise forming under his eye.
I wince, but he doesn’t.
“That has to hurt,” I say.
He shakes his head. “Stop trying to make me leave you. I can’t. I love you, bug.”
I smile at the nickname that always melts me a little. He used to tease me that I was like a bug he couldn’t get rid of. Now he’s happy I kept following him around all those years.
“I just don’t like seeing you hurt or risking your life. It’s not fair,” I say.
“No, it’s not. But you live your life with a risk of dying all the time. That’s not fair, either. I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you.”
I frown and rest my forehead against his. “I can’t lose you. I’d give you up before I let anyone hurt you.”
“I know, which is why I love you. You’re so selfless. You’re too good to me.”
“I can’t be with you. I can’t ever marry you. I can’t have your kids. I can’t ever truly be with you.” A sob catches in my throat as hopelessness overwhelms me.
“Don’t give up so quickly, bug. You don’t know what our future holds.” He runs his finger over my rings. “I don’t care that you’re married to that asshole. There’s still time to figure a way out of this mess. Maybe if I prove I’m strong enough, your father will let me marry you eventually after I get rid of Lennox.”
I shake my head. “You’d have to do the job. You’d have to be a mob boss, and no matter how strong you become, you could never do it. You’re not a sadist who likes to kill for fun.”
He sighs. “We’ll figure this out.”
And then he grabbed my thighs and lifted me up after standing.
I squeal. “Kit, what are you doing? You need to rest, not be lifting me.”
“What I need to be doing is giving you an orgasm.”
“What?”
“I owe you an orgasm. Last time, you didn’t come. You faked it.”
I blush. “I didn’t—”
“You did.”
I snap my mouth shut, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry. I should have made you come.”
“We were a little busy trying to stay alive.”
“We have time now.” He winks at me and then carries me to the bed, plopping me down on my back in the pile of pillows and covers.
“Kit,” I try to protest, but he’s already spread my legs and buried his face between them. The second his lips touch my inner thigh, I stop protesting—I need this. I need the release and to feel connected to him. And if he thinks he’s well enough for this,then who am I to argue?
He licks hungrily up my leg, until he reaches the edge of the black briefs I’m wearing. I’m not sure what he thinks about me wearing another man’s underwear. I don’t know if he believes me when I say there is nothing between me and Lennox. I’m only wearing them because I have no clothes here.