Page 51 of Killian
“Pills,” Killian said, reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing two tablets from the bottle, and giving them to me along with a bottle of water.
I didn’t argue. The shower wore me out. Yes. He was gentle with me, but my body still ached. I needed to look up how long it took for ribs to heal. The rest of my body was fine for the most part, but my ribs hurt the worst.
“Can you bring me my brush?” I asked as he made his way into the bathroom with all the supplies he’d just brought out. He came back with it.
Taking it from him, I tried lifting my arm to reach my head, but I realized quickly that wasn’t going to work.
“Let me,” he said, shocking the shit out of me.
“You’re gonna brush my hair?” I asked, perplexed. Did men like Killian actually brush hair?
“Yep,” he said with confidence. Another new thing I’d learned about this man. I handed him the brush thinking he’d be like my mother and just rip the brush through the hair, not caring what broke off in the process.
Once again my assumptions were completely wrong. He took his time, going piece by piece and getting the knots out with ease. “You like brushing hair?” I asked him.
“You have beautiful hair, babe. Would I rather have my hands in it while I’m kissin’ or fuckin’ you, yeah. But this works too.”
No. I wasn’t going to swoon at his words. I wasn’t going to feel what was creeping up in my gut. I was going to block it all out, close my eyes, and forget what he’d said. Doing so would protect me. Otherwise, it would put me in more danger than I thought possible.
“You’re good at it,” I said, deflecting the feelings. “Maybe you should become a stylist.”
To this he laughed, full out shook the bed with rolls of laughter. “You think I’m gonna do this shit for anyone other than the woman in my bed, you’re sadly mistaken.”
“It could be your mom.”
I felt him behind me shake his head. “She’s good.”
“You mean to tell me if your mom needed her hair brushed, you wouldn’t do it?”
“No. I’m sayin’ she’s covered.”
My wheels spun. I had this urge to find everything wrong in Killian. Needed to know what he didn’t like so I could pick them out one by one. It didn’t take a psychologist to figure out I wanted to find his flaws, latch on to them, and push Killian as far away as possible.
Too bad none were really coming up. Except he was bossy as all hell. That was a huge flaw. I didn’t like bossy people. They sucked.
He finished with my hair and let it fall down my back. “Can you grab my nightshirt?” I asked, and he reached over and grabbed an old t-shirt of his. It was kickass Nirvana from back in the day. I loved Kurt. When I saw this shirt in his closet, I took it. And I was going to steal it.
A few noises left my lips as I pulled on the shirt, and Killian helped me. The ribs injury did hurt because every which way your body moved, your ribs flexed and moved with you. Made me wish it was my arm. At least then the pain would be confined to one area. This was just obnoxious.
“Did you catch them?” My voice was soft as I sat on the bed looking over at Killian. He was stripping off his clothes. His ass a beautiful sight. He slipped on pajama bottoms.
It was still early, but I would be out soon from the meds. The muscle relaxer did it to me every time.
He sat next to me on the bed. “Get comfortable,” he ordered, and I pressed my back against the headboard. Killian stood, picked me up, and arranged us so I was on him. Somehow during that entire movement, my ribs didn’t hurt one bit. That was strange.
His body was warm, hard, and safe. The back of my head rested on his shoulder, and his lips were right at my ear.
“Got one, and we’ll get the others.”
“What about Khloe?”
He sighed deep. “That woman is driving Oliver crazy. She’s very evasive. You sure you didn’t know her street smarts?”
“She is smart, that’s a given. As for street smarts, that’s a two-way street. She has a good head on her shoulders. Did I think she’d get involved with all of this, no. But could she do it, sure. She is with it enough to pull it off.”
“Fuck!” he growled, and my eyes started to flutter closed. Those damn pills knocked me out every damn time, so much so I couldn’t stay conscious.
Which was a good thing because I swear I heard, “I’ll kill each of those fuckers who touched you,” right before I fell asleep.
