Page 75 of Falling for a Killer

“Like you’ve never said anything inappropriate in front of them,” Roo laughs. “Just the other day, you—”

“Alright!” Violet blushes, mouthing for her sister to shut up. “Are the baked potatoes ready?”

“Yes, they are. Come grab the toppings to set on the table,” Sheri says, shooing me away so I can’t help.

I take a seat next to Joey and instantly grab her thigh. I’m not trying to deliberately start something here at the table, but I feel that touch all the way through my body. “I missed you.”

I lean in and kiss her nose, catching the little hitch in her breath as she meets my eyes. “I missed you too. But no one can take you away from me now.”

“Nope. Stuck with me, and we both know I’m not afraid to tie you up,” I joke, then sit up a little straighter when I realize Greg absolutely heard that. Oops. At least he laughs.

Did I mention it’s been a while since I’ve had to behave around family?

My fingers dance a little higher up on her thigh before everyone finally sits and I’m forced to use both hands to cut the most delicious looking steak I’ve ever seen.

“It’s medium rare,” Moses grunts. “If you don’t like it, well... maybe you should eat tofu.”

The playfulness in his eyes lightens his delivery, but I hear him loud and clear. “It’s the only way I’ll take it. Anything more may as well be rubber.”

“Good man.” Satisfied, he turns to Roo. “Don’t fuck it up.”

Her jaw drops. “Me?! Tell that to him!”

“Look at him, Joey. He knows what he’s got. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” I say without a single doubt. “I may have made some questionable decisions in my life, but this right here I’ll never question. I’ll work every day to show her I know what I have... even in the mornings when she has that messy bun and she’s yelling at me until she has coffee.” I miss that so much.

“He’s got your number,” Sheri teases. “God, she was a nightmare as a teenager.”

“I can imagine.” I laugh even though she’s pouting at me, and it only makes me fall a little more. “She can yell at me all she needs. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Will you guys stop talking now and let the poor man eat?” Roo’s cheeks are deep red as she grabs a steak knife. “He had prison slop for breakfast.”

“Actually, this is my first meal today.” My appetite this morning — this whole week actually — has been nonexistent. “Steel forced me to eat a protein bar though, and I swear it tasted like sand. Please don’t judge me if I eat like an animal.” Or a prisoner.

None of them judge me at all. In fact, they seem happy to watch me enjoy real food for the first time in months, and when I finish well before everyone else, I get to put my hand back on my girl and tease her a little.

It’s impressive how well she keeps the conversation going even as she spreads her legs further for me, but I screw myself over the moment I graze her pussy.

My cock wants more.

Hell, itneedsmore, and we’re not going to survive if we have to wait for her family to head out. That might not even be today.

Maybe we can be quiet enough.

“Where’s the bathroom, love? Can you show me real fast?” I meet her eyes so she knows exactly what I need, but if she understands, she doesn’t show it.

Her movements are flawless as she stands and sets her napkin down. “The good one is upstairs. It has a bidet.”

I definitely don’t need that right now, but it’s better if they believe I do, so I don’t argue as I let her lead me up the stairs. And I damn sure don’t keep my hands to myself.

When we reach the bathroom, I tug her inside with me and close the door, lifting her up on the vanity so I can slot between her legs.

God, I love the fact that she wore a dress today.

“Killian,” she gasps. “They’ll hear us!”

“You’ll have to be quiet for me, Joey. You think you can do that?”

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