Page 67 of Shattered Vows

He brings his face to my neck and inhales deeply. “Just got some news. Not sure what to do about it, that’s all.”

“Concerning work?”

He nods against my neck.

“There’s no clear-cut answer?”

He shakes his head.

I frown again. It’s clear that whatever this decision he has to make at work is weighing on him. I rub his chest. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah.” I hear the clank of the bottle meeting the patio as he sets it down, then he brings his hand to my hip. “Do you want to shave my head for me?”

For some reason, his request makes my belly flutter.

I pull back to see if he’s serious. “You want me to do it?”

Kol shrugs. “You can’t be the only one looking good.” He runs his fingers along the end of my hair.

“Okay.” I hop off his lap. “Should we go inside so I can see what I’m doing?”

There’s a light on at the side of the house, but with the fog, it looks more like a lighthouse on some distant shore.

“Here’s fine. There’s not much to it.” He reaches for the electric razor on the table to his left, stretching out, and his T-shirt rising gives me a glimpse of the hair that disappears under the waistband of his pants. A faint buzzing sound fills the night. “Just run it bottom to top, front to back.” He demonstrates the direction to go.

“Okay.” I take the shaver from him and start at the side of his head.

After a few swipes, I get more comfortable and get the hang of the technique. In no time, I’ve made it around to the other side. When I step in front of him, his hands slide up my bare legs and under his large T-shirt to rest at my hips.

“I like seeing you in my shirt.”

The hunger in his voice tells me that if I looked down right now, I’d probably see an erection tenting his lounge pants.

“I like being in it.” The moment feels intimate now that I’m in front of him.

I run the razor from the front of his head to the back, leaning in when I get close to his crown. My breasts brush against his face, and Kol nuzzles them and sighs.

His hands squeeze my hips. “Don’t leave me.” His voice is as rough and worn as the floor at Black Magic Bar.

“I’m not going anywhere.” My voice is soft and reassuring, and I hope he hears the truth in my words.

My run-in with my mother has been on my mind, but I have no urge to run back to her, though I do know eventually I’m going to have to call her and try to find some common ground. But I keep pushing it off. I love this little bubble Kol and I have created for ourselves, even if I know it won’t last forever.

Kol’s hands slide around to my ass, and he squeezes.

I stifle a moan. “I’m going to mess this up if you don’t hold still.”

Kol leans forward and bites my nipple through the T-shirt, and I yelp. He laughs before sucking the fabric into his mouth along with my pebbled nipple, and my legs go weak. His hands delve between my legs from behind, and he groans around my breast, finding me wet. My head lolls back, eyes closed.

“I’m all done,” I say through a haze of lust so thick it battles the heaviness of the fog around us.

His hands drop, and he leans back in the chair, sliding down his lounge pants. I lick my lips at the sight of him and move to go down on my knees, but his hands grab my elbows.

“I want your cunt.”

I bite my lip and straddle him. He pulls me down and pushes into me. We both release a satisfied sigh, the feel of him always so perfect. Everything with him is always so perfect.

He’s worried I’ll leave him, and I’m worried I might not be enough one day, but moments like this makes me believe we’re destined for one another.

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