Page 181 of Doubts & Fears

But with each passing day, my desire and the need to possess her grew. This was the worst kind of torture. I wanted to protect her, cherish her, spoil her, and give her everything her little heart desired.

I longed to see her smile, to hear her sassy mouth, and to feel her beside me. I wasn’t the only one, either; it was as intense for Nik and Ivan. The three of us were straight-up pathetic the last few days. The longer her need for distance wenton, the more intense my desire for her became. I was kicking myself in the ass for not fucking her already, and damned if my brothers didn’t somehow blame me for this most recent development.

“Kitten, are you sure you don’t want to go in with me today? The girls miss you, you know.” I rubbed her back and nuzzled her neck. We were lying in my bed, and I didn’t want to let her go.

She had relented some in the last three days. I had gone to bed and almost drifted off when my door opened. She tiptoed over to and lifted the covers. Climbing in, she scooted close and let me hold her. I was too afraid to push, so that was all I did. If she wanted more, she’d have to make that first move.

“Some probably do, but I can think of a few who don’t. I’ll go in next time. I think I’m going to bake again today. I’m going to make another cake, this one for you,” she said, rubbing my tattoo.

“I’d like that. I may be home late tonight, so save me a piece.”

“Like wearing-black late or like dinner-with-the-parents late?” she asked, concern thick in her voice.

“No soul snatching tonight.” I pulled back from her.

“Very well, Reaper. Maybe if you aren’t too late, I’ll treat you to a back rub again.”

Well, that’s a fucking start.I smiled. “I’d like that, especially if you let these loose for me.” I traced her nipples, which were like pebbles under her T-shirt.

“Alek, don’t, please,” she said, pulling away and crossing her arms.

I sighed and kissed her, murmuring, “You can’t blame me for trying. I miss them.” To which she chuckled. We both got up, and I left her to get ready and headed straight in. The day went by so fucking slow. I couldn’t get my mind off her, so I texted.

REAPER:

Truth or dare?

KINSLEY:

If it isn’t my Reaper creeper. Aren’t you supposed to be working?

REAPER:

I’m trying, but I keep thinking about how you said you were making a cake for dessert tonight.

KINSLEY:

What, you don’t like my cakes?

REAPER:

I’d rather eat you.

What do you think about that?

Fuck, her pussy tasted so good.

KINSLEY:

You’re not supposed to say things like that, remember?

REAPER:

I wish you’d talk to me. Marcel said to give you space. I know we need to have a proper conversation about everything. We can have a family meeting. Would you like that? We could have it tonight.

KINSLEY:

Thank you, I appreciate it. I need a little more time, that’s all.

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