Page 31 of Klutch's Kryptonite

I nod, clutching the blanket around me as he leaves the room. As soon as the door closes behind him, I hop up and head back into the bathroom. I grab my bag from the floor and quickly pull out the shorts and tank I brought to sleep in.

After dressing in my pajamas, I brush my teeth and run a brush through my tangled hair. Feeling somewhat better, I head back into Klutch’s bedroom and climb into the middle of his bed.Criss-crossing my legs, I listen as Klutch talks in a low voice with someone in the other room.

A few minutes pass until Klutch comes back into the bedroom. He’s changed out of his wet clothes and is wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts that hang low on his hips. My eyes are drawn to his bare chest again, all hard muscles and colorful tattoos. The man is seriously built, with abs you could grate cheese on and arms thicker than my thighs.

“Feel better?” he asks, his eyes taking in my change of clothes.

“A little,” I admit. “Who was at the door?”

“Titan. Our tech guy. He’s looking into some stuff for me.” Klutch moves closer, and I force myself not to move back. “He’s also trying to locate your dad.”

Hope flares in my chest. “You think he can find him?”

“If anyone can, it’s Titan.” Klutch drops onto the bed and stretches out with his head on the only pillow. He pats the space beside him. I stare at it for a moment then climb over and lay down next to him. “We’ll figure this out, Blue. But right now, you need to get some rest. It’s been a long day.”

I nod, suddenly aware of just how exhausted I am. The emotional release in the shower has left me drained.

“Tomorrow, after we’ve had some sleep, we’ll talk more about Frankie Fish and your dad’s debt,” Klutch promises. “I’ve got some ideas, but they can wait till morning.”

“Okay,” I agree, too tired to argue. “Thank you. For everything. I don’t know what I would have done if?—”

“Hey,” he cuts me off, placing his hand on my hip. “You don’t have to thank me. Just try to get some sleep, alright?”

I nod again, a strange warmth spreading through me at his touch. It’s been so long since someone took care of me, since I didn’t have to be the strong one. I’ve been handling everythingon my own for so long that I’d forgotten what it feels like to have someone in my corner.

“I will,” I promise, snuggling into his side as the exhaustion of the last few days pulls me under.

Chapter Nine

Klutch

Something warm and soft is draped across my chest when I wake up. I crack one eye open and look down, finding Demi still sound asleep, her cheek pressed against my pec, her dark hair spilling across my skin like ink. Sunlight filters through the blinds, casting gold streaks across her face, highlighting the soft curve of her cheek.

My chest tightens at the sight of her. I’ve had plenty of women in my bed over the years, but none have ever looked like this—like they fucking belong here.

I can’t stop myself from reaching out, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My rough fingers look almost obscene against her smooth skin. She’s too good for me. Too pure. But that doesn’t stop the primal part of me from wanting to claim her, mark her, make her mine in every possible way.

Her eyelashes flutter, and then those cornflower blue eyes are staring up at me, sleepy and soft.

“Hi,” she whispers, a blush creeping across her cheeks when she realizes she’s sprawled across me.

“Morning, Blue,” I rasp, my voice still thick with sleep.

She starts to pull away, but my hand at the small of her back keeps her in place. “Where are you going?”

“I just thought—” she begins, but I’m already pulling her higher up my body, unable to fight the need to taste her lips.

“Don’t think,” I murmur before capturing her mouth with mine.

Her lips are soft and pliant, opening for me without hesitation. I slide my tongue against hers, groaning at the sweet taste of her. I knew the moment I clapped eyes on her she’d be my kryptonite.

Her tongue dances with mine and my cock hardens instantly, straining against my basketball shorts. Shit. I need to be inside her, and soon.

Demi shifts against me, her center pressing right against my length, and I nearly lose my fucking mind.

“Klutch,” she breathes against my lips, rolling her hips experimentally.

I growl, flipping us so she’s beneath me, her dark hair fanned out across my pillow. “You feel what you do to me?” I ask, pressing my hardness against her core.

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