Page 11 of Until Death Parts Us

“I was like, give me your phone. I’ll take one of you with this in the background. He was reluctant, but you know, I’m persistent. I basically snatched the phone and turned it to the side like I was taking a picture. While I’m saying shit like, ‘Oh that was blurry. You blinked.’ I was actually just looking at his texts. She mentioned going to the RV with you, which obviously pissed me off immediately, because why? Then I scrolled up more and saw an exchange from yesterday where they were talking about leaving later today so they’d have to find a way into our RV before then. He started coming toward me, so I stopped reading and turned off the phone, but I had seen enough. Watch your step,” he says, warning me about a stump poking out of the snow.

We carry him inside the RV and drop him next to Anna, both of us breathing heavily.

“So anyway, he takes his phone and turns around, so I pull the knife from the side of my backpack and run it across his throat. He had barely collapsed before I had dropped my shit and started running back. I didn’t know what to expect to find in our RV.”

“You thought she’d try to hurt me?” I question with a wry grin.

“Well, I wasn’t thinking straight, Quintin. You invited some girl into our RV while I was out, then I find out these two”—he gestures to their bodies—“were in cahoots, planning who knows what, and I was pissed.”

I chuckle. “Cahoots. People still use that word?”

“Anyway. What’s the plan now?”

“We’ll drive this off the path, deep into the wilderness, and hope it’s a long time before anyone comes across it.”

“Leave the door open. Animals will find their way in.”

I get behind the wheel to start driving. “See if they have any bleach or anything. Start wiping door handles and the cabinets. I touched those. We’ll wipe down the wheel before we leave and just splash it everywhere we can.”

It takes forever, but we eventually get the RV to a spot where we can no longer drive forward. We destroy as much evidence as possible, leave the door open, and fill Kaspian’s backpack with any supplies we can take for our long hike back.

“I can’t believe they were gonna try to steal from us,” Kaspian says as we follow the tire tracks back.

We’re quiet for a bit before we start laughing.

***

Finally back in our camper, we both strip out of our clothes and take a shower. We don’t get a long time to enjoy the hot water, considering our water heater tank is only six gallons, but I at least get the blood and sweat off my skin.

“Now I’m fucking exhausted,” Kaspian says, strolling out toward our bed wearing only a towel.

“Too exhausted for me to fuck you?” I question, looking him up and down. “You can just lie there and let me do things to you.”

He grins. “Mm. That sounds fun. What sort of things?”

“The kind that turn you into a needy slut and have you begging for my cock.” His teeth sink into his lip and he removes the towel. “The kind that make you bleed.”

His body stills momentarily, but then he crawls onto the bed. “Okay.”

“Come see how hard my cock is just from looking at you. Just from thinking about what I want to do to you.”

He reaches inside my sweats and strokes my length. “Mmm.”

“Only for you. I told you that. Now get on your back.”

I straddle him and then lean forward and grab the knife from under the pillow—the knife I only use on him.

His eyes fill with lust as he watches me. I know Kaspian gets jealous. It doesn't matter how many times I tell him I only want him. It doesn’t matter that he knows we are meant for each other and no one else. And it doesn't matter if the person he’s jealous of is someone I’ve killed. There’s something in his brain that tells him he’s not enough for me, so I have to prove to him that he’s all I need.

I bring the tip of my knife to his chest, gently dragging it across his collarbone before diverting to one nipple and then visiting the other.

He sucks in a breath, watching my face closely as I tease him. And myself.

His hands grab onto my hips, his long fingers dipping into the waistband of my sweats. “Take these off. I want to see how hard you get.”

I shift to the side, removing the garment before saying, “Get? I’m already hard.”

Kaspian bites his bottom lip as he reaches out to stroke me. I get back on top of him, my eyes scanning my canvas. His body has plenty of tattoos—ones I always avoid, but he also has several scars. I gently rub my fingers over the one given to him by Willow when we were in Vermont, and then I lean down and plant a kiss on it, grateful he’s still with me.

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