Killian

“Libs?” My voice is barely above a whisper in the dark hotel bedroom.

Hers comes back just as soft. “Yeah?”

“When I told you I’d never had a girlfriend, it wasn’t to score points. It was a warning.”

Sheets rustle as she lifts up on her elbow. The soft fall of her hair slides over her shoulder, the silky tips tickling my arm. “Warning?”

I roll on my side and pick up a lock of her hair. “That I have no idea what I’m doing. That I’ll probably do stupid shit.”

“Killian, what the hell are you talking about?” She doesn’t sound annoyed, more amused.

My eyes have adjusted to the dark enough that I can make out her features. Naked and mussed after hours of sex, she’s also so beautiful, I’m having a hard time concentrating. But her brows lift a little as if to prompt me to speak.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her.

“Sorry? Why?” She shakes her head. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I hurt you. And it hurts me too.”

I’m pretty sure if I kiss her now, I’m not going to stop. So I give the ends of her hair a gentle tug in acknowledgment. “Same goes, baby doll.” A sigh escapes me before I can rein it in. “You were right. I push too hard to get what I believe is best, and I don’t think things through. Tonight was a shit show. Just as you predicted.”

Already, the press is going crazy. I haven’t told her about the social media frenzy and the way the world is now demanding our story—and to know everything about her. I don’t want that nonsense invading this space.

She doesn’t say anything for a second, then her warm palm finds my chest. I close my eyes as she smooths her hand over my skin. “We were both wrong. And both right.”

I blow out a breath and look up at her. “I’m going to have Brenna put out a statement that we fell for each other during the tour, and that’s all we’re giving them.”

Libby’s brows draw together. “Why?”

“Because your happiness is more important to me than anything else.” A dark, ugly slide of regret goes down my insides. “And I’ll be damned if anyone treats you the way Jax did tonight. I’m sorry about that too, Libs. So fucking sorry.”

Her hand slides up to my neck as she leans down and kisses my chest, right over my heart. Soft lips brush over my nipple before her little teeth nip it. My abs tighten in response, and a familiar heat surges up my tired, but clearly still eager, cock. Libby gives me one more tender kiss, then braces her arms on my chest. “Promise me something.”

“Anything.” My arms come around her waist, tugging her closer.

She smiles. “You might regret answering so easily.”

“Never.” I kiss the crook of her neck, stroke her hair.

“Don’t be mad at Jax.”

Well, hell. I draw back enough to meet her gaze. “Feelings are a little hard to ignore, Libs. And I’m fucking pissed.”

The tip of her finger traces my eyebrow. “I know you are. I’m asking you not to be. You need each other.”

I want to argue, but she talks over me.

“And you aren’t happy when you’re pissed at him.”

“There are times when I truly dislike that you read me so well,” I tell her.

“He has a right to be mad. I was wrong to ask you to hide it from your friends, and I plan to apologize in the morning.”

My back teeth clench. “He had better apologize in return. That shit was uncalled for—”

“Killian,” she chides. “Let it go. I don’t want to regret what I did tonight.”

“Regret it?” I scoff, dragging her fully on top of me where she belongs. Her soft tits pillow on my chest, and I grunt with contentment. “You’d better not. That was hot as hell. Very Officer and a Gentleman.”

She giggles. I love when my girl giggles. She needs more lightness in her life. “What are you on?”

“It was,” I protest, kissing the tip of her nose. “I half expected you to pick me up and carry me out of there.”

Her laugh is full-out now. “Nerd.”

I nod. “And I loved seeing you jealous.”

“I was not,” she protests, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

“Was too.”

“Not even.”

“So much. Your skin had a green tint. Pretty, but not as pretty as it is now, all sex-flushed and wanting more. It’s okay, you know. I’ll give it to you. I’m easy that way.”

Her laughter shakes her body, the smooth curve of her belly pressing into my hard dick. She shakes her head again. “Good. I’ll always want it from you.” Her eyes glint in the dim light. “And I was jealous.”

“That’s it.” I roll over, pinning her to the bed. “No sleep tonight. Because I need to make a few things clear, and it might take some time.”

* * *

Libby

Killian makes himself at home on top of me, bracing himself on his forearms.

“I’m not going to be jealous anymore,” I tell him before he can speak. A counterstrike, because jealous is a petty emotion I don’t want any part of, if I can help it. “That was a rare anomaly.”

“Okay.” He answers so easily, as if content with whatever I say. I think he’s just humoring me. His brows lift a touch, and there’s a smile in his eyes. “Did you stake your claim on me tonight because you were jealous?”

“You know I did.” I poke his side, finding the spot that makes him yelp before I grow serious. “Actually, I thought of how my life would be if I’d never met you, and didn’t have you in it. That is unacceptable.”

“You’ll never have to know how it would be,” he whispers. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Cupping the back of his neck, I kiss him. And he sighs, sinking into it.

“Seeing you pawed by other women did suck, however.” I give him that honesty because he deserves it.

“I hate being pawed by other women,” he breathes against my lips. “Kiss me and make it all better.”

I do, practically eating at his mouth because Killian tastes so good, and because no matter how many times I touch him, I always want more. My body trembles, my legs twining around his waist, pulling him closer.

He undulates against me, rocking his hips into mine, clinging like he’ll never get enough either.

One of his hands slides to my neck, stroking it, the other dips between us. His fingers find mine, guiding them down. I wrap my hand around his hot flesh, and he groans.

“This is yours,” he says, thrusting a little in my grip. “As his owner you have an obligation to take good care of him.”

I smile against his mouth. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmm…” He nips my chin, makes his way down my neck. “Pet him, kiss him, keep him warm at night, entertained during the day.”

I stroke along his length, squeezing the tip. Killian hums in approval.

“Like that, yeah.” He sucks at the crook of my neck. “So you know, he’ll also need plenty of quality time with his new best friend, Pretty Pussy.”

A soft laugh escapes me, but my body heats. I’m bone-tired and sore. We’ve been at it all night, and still I want him inside of me again, pushing his way in with that low, greedy grunt he always makes. The thought makes me lightheaded. My thumb circles the broad head of his cock, where it weeps. For me.

“If he’s mine,” I whisper, nibbling at his ear, “maybe he doesn’t have to get all dressed up when he comes in for a visit.”

Killian stills, his breath warm and damp at my neck. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you bare?”

I can’t tell if surprise or caution tightens his voice. I’ve never asked a guy to go without. I’ve never wanted to. But I do with Killian. “Do you not want to?” I ask, cautious now too. “Because it’s okay if you—”

“I want it,” he cuts in, husky and insistent. His gaze darts over my face. “You on the pill now?”

“Had a shot. Three months of clear sailing. So to speak.”

A familiar, cocky grin spreads over his face. “You know, going without, this speaks of long-term commitment, doesn’t it? You don’t say, ‘Fuck me bare,’ unless you’re thinking it’s just you and me for a long time.”

I still, lifting my head up. “You’re pulling me out of my happy place, Killian James.”

His chuckle vibrates along my skin. “And here I am about to sink right into my happiest place.” My noise of annoyance only serves to make his eyes crinkle. “Babe, it’s just you and me.” With that, his too thick, too hard, too fucking perfect cock pushes in.

That first thrust of his is always a shock to the system, my body reacting to the invasion with a ripple of pure heat and a pinch of sweet pain. But it’s that feeling of connection, our bodies finding each other again in the most elemental way that clutches my heart.

Killian enters me, and I am whole. It is that simple.

I know he feels it too, because his body trembles on a gusty sigh. He doesn’t stop until he’s made his way fully inside—big, bold, and undeniable.

“Hey,” he says softly, holding himself there. “Look at me.”

My lids flutter open, that lazy, languid feeling coursing through my body like liquid golden heat.

His eyes shine with emotion. “You and me, Libby. We stick together, and everything will be okay.”

I believe him. There in the dark, surrounded by his strength, I believe that nothing will ever tear us apart.