Page 34 of Falling for a Killer

When he chuckles at me, I have a vivid vision of me poking him in the eyes for it. “Yes, you can pout if you want to, and most of those reasons are valid. But skunks are just overgrown farting rats. You really wanted him?”

“Stuffed animals don’t fart, but you sure do. I still put up with you, don’t I?”

“Mmhm and you definitely don’t fart at all.” He reaches over to squeeze my nose, then grabs my chin when I try to pull away. “Give me those eyes.” I flick my gaze up to his without hesitation and see pure satisfaction. “Be grouchy all you need, okay? But while you’re at it, let’s go try those chocolate cake cookies we just got the ingredients for, and then I’ll play with your hair. Think you can do that for me?”

I’m not sure I deserve him.

Deflating, I nod, tipping my face to kiss his palm. “Yes, Killian. I can do that.”

He lets me go and helps me get the groceries inside through the pouring rain, then peppers kisses all over my face until I have to laugh. It’s hard to be mad at him, even when I think he deserves it.

Once we’re dry and everything is put away, I grab the recipe for the cookies and stare at it. “I don’t like baking. I’ve told you that, right? I’m not saying it to be argumentative, more of a formal heads up that there might be some cussing involved.”

“I know, but you promised you’d bake me a cake when we first met, so I know you can do it. We’ll learn together since we’re craving cookies instead.”

“I did say that, didn’t I? A nice chocolatey reward for murder.” Sighing, I preheat the oven and grab a mixing bowl. “Alright, big boy. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Big boy,” he mutters, smacking my ass as he sets out the cocoa powder and sugars. We mix the ingredients in silence right up until I’m cracking my second egg, so he catches me offguard when he decides to open a conversation. “Are you on birth control or anything?”

“You’re asking that now?” I laugh. “Bit late, don’t you think? You’ve put enough cum inside of me to father a football team.”

Killian bites his lip. “About that. I was told my condition could lead to uh... low sperm count. Quantity doesn’t always equal quality, so I always assumed I’d probably struggle to have kids. You mentioned your period and it made me think about that, and then I realized I really dropped the ball on that question. Guess it is a little late, huh?”

Suddenly, I’m not laughing anymore. That’s heavy. “I’m sorry. I’ve got an IUD so I’m solid for birth control. It hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not for sure or anything, but I figured it was worth mentioning. Do you get periods every month with that thing or are they more spaced out?”

“Mine have been pretty regular. I do miss some, but the only real difference is I don’t bleed those months. I still feel all the other ridiculous side effects.” Reaching up, I dab a little bit of flour on his nose. “Being a girl is a good time.”

“Sounds like it.” He grabs my hand with a chuckle and leans in to bite my jaw. “I’m really glad you are one though.”

“Mhm, I bet,” I tease, turning away from him before he can turn me on again. “Let’s finish these.”

I ignore the flirty smile on his face as he brings over the bowl with the dry ingredients because I know he knows the effect he has on me. “Can’t wait to taste.”

The cookies or me?

I don’t have the guts to say it out loud. There’s zero chance I make it through without an orgasm if his tongue goes anywhere near my pussy, so I refuse to give him the idea. Not today. “I’m sure the cookies will be delicious.”

Once the batter is mixed, Killian brings over the cookie tray and we fill it up quickly. We make a good team, even with this.

We only made enough dough for two trays, so once they’re filled and in the oven, he interlocks his fingers with mine and tugs me over to the couch. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“People pick just one?” I ask, leaning back against the counter. “I like a lot of movies but I don’t think I could ever choose a favorite.”

“Alright, fair point. Then which of your favorites is your grouchy ass in the mood for now?”

He braces his hands on each side of me and cages me in, making my heart stutter. “A Knight’s Tale,” I mumble. “That sounds good.”

“You got it. Are you comfortable or would you rather change?”

Yeah, I’m not sure I deserve him.

Kissing him softly, I whisper that I do want to change, then move a little too quickly around him to get to the bathroom.

I felt it. The fucking telltale sign that I’m bleeding — the most heinous and uncomfortable of all feelings, brought about by demons. Normally I’m a prepper. But after four normal periods in a row, I thought for sure this would be the one I skipped.

Fucker must’ve fucked me so hard he kickstarted it.

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