Page 13 of One Kill

“Tell me about her.” I change the subject to give myself some time.

There’s a pause, an intense moment where our eyes communicate in silence.

“Do you remember when your mom got so scared from your fall out of the tree house?”

The memory assaults me like a fucking semi going top speed. I didn’t break anything but I had a big bruise along the outside of my thigh and a sprained ankle. My mother held me in her arms for two days, refusing to leave my side, afraid I’d “do something stupid and be taken away”.

“Yeah, what about it?” My voice sounds bored but inside I’m shaking with how much I miss my parents on a visceral level.

“That’s how I feel every fucking day, Jordyn. Every time she goes to school, I’m afraid she’ll get kidnapped. Every time she’s at soccer practice, I’m afraid she’ll break a leg. Every time she rides her bike, I’m afraid she’ll get hit by a car. If she sneezes, I think she has some incurable disease. But then she’ll smile at me and I can’t imagine this world without her, or she’ll giggle, or hug me just a little bit longer than usual and I can’t breathe from the love I have for her. She’s… everything. She’s my whole fucking world.” I stare at this man he’s become, the father I knew he would be, and regret swallows me up like that fucking whale from the Pinocchio movie.

“You just told me more about you than about her.” I point out the obvious because the feelings swimming inside me are too raw to examine and acknowledge.

“Well, stay for breakfast and get to know her.”

That sneaky bastard. Well played.

Before I even know what’s happening, he leans in and with the slightest touch of his lips against mine, he whispers, “My pancakes are the best in the tristate area.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Chapter Seven

J

ThetensionbetweenMurphyand me is just one reason I declined his invitation to get a few hours of shut-eye beside him in bed. It’s not that I don’t want to, because holy shit he’s grown into any woman’s wet dream, but there’s no way I’d have been able to lie in bed with my ex-boyfriend while I was horny as fuck without, well, fucking. I don’t want to completely screw up the whole parent thing before I’ve even had a chance to get started.

I saycompletely… I’m a woman with needs and Murphy’s, well, Murphy.

The little early morning phone call after he’d gone to bed may just have been my downfall, but there I was, wrapped up in the blankets Murphy brought downstairs for me so I could sleep on the couch, with my phone in my hand and a throbbing need in my pussy. What was a woman to do?

So I called him. He answered within one ring, his deep, rumbling voice like a caress with one sentence.

“What do you need, Jaybear?”

“You.” I barely recognized myself.

His guttural groan described all the things he wanted to do with that word. “Fuck. Come upstairs.”

“I can’t. We can’t.” I wanted to punch myself in the face for being such a fucking confusing dick.

“Then I’m coming down.” The sound of his bed sheets rustling sent a thrill straight to my clit, imagining all the things he would do to me once he got me in bed again. But I was trying so hard to be this sensible person, not rushing into the situation.

“No, Murph. But fuck, I’m so wet.” I couldn’t help it. The words just spewed outta my mouth.

“J, you’re killing me, here.”

“Are you hard?”

“As a fucking rock.” His tone was darker, huskier, like he was feeling exactly the same as me.

Uncontrollable.

“Touch yourself. Let me hear how wet you are for me, gorgeous.”

Even at that moment, he was willing to give me everything I needed.

I slipped my hand beneath my panties and pushed a finger into my pussy, spreading my wetness around before taking it out and sucking on it, loudly, so he could hear every slurp.

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