Page 22 of Killian
“Fuck! Let me up.” The moment was gone, and my body, my mind, and even my soul were tense.
“I’m gonna fucking kill whoever’s at the door,” he said, rolling off of me. I hopped up and ran out of the bedroom door, but not before getting a glimpse of Killian in sexy blue briefs. Damn, he filled the material out good, his hardness pressing to get out of its confinement. Good to know I wasn’t the only one wound up without a release!
At least he had to put on some pants before coming out. Hopefully, I’d get whoever the hell was here sorted and out of here. Then I’d screw my head on straight and get Killian out of here before I did something completely stupid. Like let him make me come.
The banging came again. “Hang on!” I yelled, making it to the peephole and looking out. “Fucking hell.”
It came out softly and with a bit of a groan. On the other side of the door was Baker.
Baker, who came by when he was in town for sex. There was no getting around it. This was how we were because we were anything but a we! I met him at the bar, and we'd struck up a bit of a friends with benefits deal. A deal we hadn’t had in a long time. A year maybe was the last time or longer? I hadn’t seen him or thought about him in ages.
Right now, though, this wasn’t good. Even knowing it wasn’t good, there was no choice but to answer the damn door.
Opening the door, Baker’s smile grew wide. “I knew you were here.” He scooped me up in his arms, my feet dangling down, and he kissed me. Baker had kissed me so many times, and it always knocked me on my ass and made me feel good inside. This, though, after Killian’s kiss, wasn’t working. Not only that, I didn’t want his lips on me. It felt very wrong, so I pulled away using my arms to push on his chest to get some distance from him.
“What. The. Fuck,” Killian growled, coming into the living room, hands on his hips, jeans unbuttoned and no shirt.
There was no denying the man in front of me. The man who moments ago had my body alive under him. He was pissed as all hell.
I felt my stomach plummet.
“Who’s this?” Baker asked, still holding me up in the air. I tried pressing against him to get him to release me.
He didn’t.
This pissed me off.
While I didn’t know Killian all that well, or at all, I assumed he wouldn't like another man kissing the woman he just had his lips on. And I wasn’t wrong.
“Put. Her. Down,” he gritted through his teeth, his jaw ticcing. Yep. Definitely angry.
Baker didn’t move. So I jumped in. “Put me down, Baker.”
It took him several beats, and that was a beat too long because Killian stalked over to us, pulled me with ease from Baker’s arms, and placed me behind him. Lord. If that wasn’t a macho man claiming move, I didn’t know what was.
Killian stood tall, giving off this vibe that actually made me feel a bit of fear. It was like this wall around him was giving off ‘don’t fuck with me vibes’and at any moment he’d turn into the Hulk and tear everything up in his path, including, and especially, Baker.
“What’s this?” Baker asked, and it didn’t please Killian, so I braved the lion and stepped in.
“This is Killian. A … friend of mine?” It came out more like a question than a statement because I really had no freaking clue if we were anything at all at this point. And in such a tense situation it felt like poking an already hyped-up tiger.
“A friend?” Baker questioned as I tried stepping around Killian. He didn’t allow me to, stepping in front of me with every move I tried to make.
“You wanna let her come to me?” Baker asked stupidly.
“No,” Killian answered, cold as ice. So cold I felt the shiver run down my spine.
“Baker, why don’t you leave, and I’ll call you later.”
Killian growled low.
“I’m not leaving you here with him,” Baker decreed what I found to be stupid on his part. Baker was hot and may have been able to hold his own. Killian, though, looked as if he could rip Baker in two parts.
Low and gravelly, as if he were trying to keep himself under control, Killian asked, “Wanna tell me why your lips were on his?” without taking his eyes off Baker.
“That’s none of your fuckin’ business,” Baker barked, and Killian had, had enough. Quicker than I’d seen anyone move, Killian had Baker against the door, his arm against Baker’s throat.
Baker was clawing at Killian’s arm, and Killian wasn’t even flinching. I rushed up behind Killian. “Let him go.”
