Page 8 of Falling for a Killer

“Linebackers are bigger than you think, Joey, but alright I get it. You have four different vibrators specifically so you don’t have to think about men and their random hard-ons. We can pretend it works.”

The audacity. The accuracy.

Fuck him.

“And we can pretend that finding said vibrators didn’t do anything for you,” I remind him. “I think it’s best we both go to bed. You have my keys and my word that I won’t try anythingovernight. I’m about to drink half a bottle of sleep medicine and I’ll see you in three days.”

He licks his lips slowly before nodding in understanding. “Alright. It’s weird to meet you,” he repeats back to me. “I’ll stay out of your room.”

For now.

He doesn’t say it, but I swear those two words hang between us.

Let’s hope they stay there.

Five:

Grouchy Little Captive

Killian

The second the rustling noises from her room go quiet, I rush outside to unplug the battery in her car. I can’t take any chances right now, and although I’m positive I haven’t left a trail here, I know all of my efforts to disappear will be ruined if she goes back on her word and runs to the cops. To be safe, I’ll be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable future.

Based on her attitude and what she said, I know she’s running from something she doesn’t have any intentions of returning to. I can tell that cops are the last thing she wants to deal with because of her past, but I still can’t take that risk.

It’s a weirdly nice reminder that I’m not alone in this world though. That there are others out there desperate to escape the hell of their previous lives and start anew, but I can’t let sentiment get in the way here. She came here to escape... and now she’s my captive.

Ma would kill me for this if she wasn’t already gone. I was raised to respect women, to go out of my way to put them at ease — not to instill fear into them like those bastards that got all pissy at girls saying they’d choose the bear. Yet, I pointed a gun at one who was just trying to escape her life because I don’t have a choice here.

I was careful. I planned for fucking months so this whole thing would go off without a hitch, and now I’m holding some girl here against her will, and instead of trying to think of a way out of it, I just keep wondering if she wants to fuck me.

Sorry, Ma.

I blame it on the fact that it’s been too damn long since I’ve gotten laid. It’s been over a week since I got off at all, and much longer than that since I fucked someone, but my head’s been all over the place since the accident.

Sex fell to the back burner, the flame underneath it nearly nonexistent as vengeance and anger corrupted everything inside of me, and now that I’ve freed myself of those chains I don’t know where to begin. I don’t know where my head is, and before I could even take the time to figure it out, this beautiful, tattooed goddess barged in here and started bossing me around.

Right when I was trying to jack off too.

I didn’t fully lie to her. Iwassleeping, but when I woke up throbbing in my sweatpants, I didn’t hesitate to pull myself out and try to release all the tension inside of me. I was alone after all, and in the heat of the moment, the mess felt like it’d be worth it. I heard the fucking car door slam just as I felt my balls begin to tighten.

Now they’re blue, and they’ll probably stay that way for a while.

Pushing all of that from my mind, I run back over all the information she gave me on her and try to be a decent human. The last thing she needs is me making her more uncomfortable after what she’s been through with that Ryan asshole, so as I make myself comfortable on the couch, I vow to try my hardest not to come onto her.

The vow is the easy part. Sticking to it is something else entirely.

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When I wake to the sound of movement in the kitchen the next morning, I instinctively grab for my gun and jump up. Memories of last night come rushing back as I take in Joey with a thick, messy bun and a grouchy frown on her face. I swear shelooks even more beautiful like this. I can tell she’s groggy from whatever sleeping aid she took, but her naturally rosy cheeks and full lips look even better without makeup.

“Thought you were sleeping for three days?”

I set my gun aside and run my hand down my face as I grab a shirt.

“Turns out it’s hard to sleep when there’s a madman in your house waving a gun around,” she mutters. “Sit. I’m making breakfast.”

Okay, so she’s even more bossy today than she was yesterday. Didn’t know that was possible. “Do I have permission to go take a piss?”

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