Page 12 of Killer's Obsession
Memphis gets a whiff and wrinkles her nose.
“How the hell can you eat that for breakfast every day?”
I grin, cutting into the hunk of beef. The inside is a perfect medium rare, just the way I like it. “I’m a growing boy, baby.”
She laughs, the sound going straight to my dick. I want to hear it again. I want to be the reason she makes that sound every day from here on out.
“Growing where? Outward?” She gestures at my shoulders with her spoon. “Any bigger and you won’t fit through the front door.”
“Are you calling me fat?”
She snorts. “No. You’re just big, is all.”
I lean in close, my voice dropping. “Big in more ways than one, Pet.”
Her eyes widen, and that blush I’m quickly becoming addicted to spreads across her cheeks. In the three weeks she’s been living in my room, I’ve noticed how innocent my Pet really is.
She’s saved from my finding out how far I can make that blush spread when Pink comes skipping down the steps.
The tiny, pink-haired imp is a ball of energy on the worst of days. Today, she’s all smiles as she hops onto the stool next to my girl. “Morning, beautiful people!”
Memphis smiles back. “Morning, Pinky.”
“So guess what?” Pinky leans in conspiratorially, like she’s got something juicy to share. “I stopped in that cute new boutique on Ocean Boulevard yesterday. They have the most adorable sundresses.”
I roll my eyes, not interested in the slighted.
My girl, on the other hand, her eyes light up at the news. “Actually, I’m going shopping with Killer today.”
Pinky aims her megawatt smile at me. “Shopping? You? Voluntarily?”
I shrug, shoveling more steak into my mouth. I hate shopping. But for Memphis, there’s not much I won’t do.
“We’re getting furniture,” Memphis explains. “For his new house.”
Pinky squeals, clapping her hands together. “Oh my god, that’s so exciting! When did this happen? Are you moving in together? Why am I just hearing about this now?”
Memphis looks as overwhelmed as I feel by the rapid fire of questions.
“Chill, Pink.” Leaving the clubhouse is a huge step for Memphis. It wouldn’t take much for her to start overthinking shit. I don’t want her to change her mind. Getting out of here, even if only for a few hours, will be good for her.
Thankfully, Pinky picks up the hint that I’m throwing down. “Right.”
The women in the club have taken Memphis under their collective wing, and I’m grateful for it. Especially Pinky, who’s somehow broken through Memphis’s shell faster than anyone else. But my girl is still fragile.
“I don’t have anything to wear,” Memphis says suddenly, looking down at my sweatpants and tank top that swallow her whole.
Pinky’s face lights up. “You can borrow something of mine! I have oodles and oodles of stuff that will fit you. Come on!”
Memphis turns to me, eyes questioning.
“Go ahead. I’ve got church.”
She graces me with another one of her blinding smiles before planting a kiss right on my lips in front of her friend.
My eyes must be huge. The gesture completely caught me off guard.
Memphis slides off the stool beside me, leaving with her friend. A wave of something I don’t recognize surges through me.
