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Shit, Journee thought to herself. That had probably cut David to the white meat. Killian turned her, tipping her chin up.
“Do you still want ice cream when we leave here?”
Journee found it hard to breathe for a second, and the look in his eyes had liquid starting to pool between her thighs.
“I…yes.”
Killian began to run his thumb over her lower lip as that look in his eyes darkened, causing her pussy to clench. She was getting the distinct feeling that this was going beyond him helping her get rid of David.
“Yes, what?” he questioned.
Journee tried to communicate to her mouth that responding with what he wanted was dangerous. She didn't know why that was exactly, but every part of her knew it to be true. Unfortunately, her mouth was not listening because her brain had gone foggy.
“Yes, Daddy.” She found herself saying, and it felt like she'd just signed some invisible contract with the devil.
“Will you two get the drinks?” Killian asked, turning his attention to Kaydence and Axel, and Journee felt as if she could breathe again now that those intense, gray eyes didn't have her trapped. “I need Baby for something.”
She vaguely heard Kaydence answer, but Journee was too busy figuring out what sort of spell this man had momentarily cast over her. She felt her feet moving and noticed they were heading back toward the others.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Journee pushed out before demanding she get a hold of herself. “Thank you for stepping in and deterring him.”
“You're welcome,” Killian told her. “Though I was serious. I can give you all the ice cream you can handle.”
Journee's breath hitched, and she looked up at him as they came to a stop, finding that he was already staring down at her. Those eyes held the exact look they had before.
“That doesn't have to be the only time you call me daddy tonight.”
Journee didn't know what to say, which was why she was happy someone called his name, gaining his attention.
“Just say the word,” he told her before heading off in the direction he'd been called to, and Journee made a mental note to stay away from that man. She didn't like the loss of control he'd made her feel in under five minutes. He was the worst kind of demon.
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She was ignoring him. That much Killian could tell. When they’d all finished at the bar, they’d decided to visit another one that stayed open until the early morning hours and served food, where they were now seated, several conversations being held at once. However, Journee was going out of her way to ignore him. She’d purposely sat away from him as far as she could and made sure she constantly conversed with someone else when she suspected he would say something to her.
Killian couldn’t help but smirk to himself. It wasn’t as if he didn’t know why she was doing it. Hell, if he was her, he may have as well if some man she’d just met said the things to him that he’d said to her less than two and a half hours ago. He had been completely serious with her, though.
Honestly, Killian knew that her physical appearance was attracting him to her. He wasn’t naïve enough to think he was drawn to her by some unknown force. He was a realist, and that wasn’t his style. That didn’t mean he was against getting to know her. It just so happened that when he was attracted to someone, he tended to like to claim them. He didn’t believe in this dating more than one person at a time bullshit that many people did, even if you were only in it for the physical aspect.
Killian had never been one to try to split his time between women when he was casually dating. He wanted his focus to be on one, and if it didn’t work out with them, he’d move on to the next one. So, he expected the same thing in return. He was done if someone couldn’t give him that or claimed they could, and he found out they weren’t.
To him, dating wasn’t a competition, and having someone attempt to date you and another person, regardless of non-exclusivity, made it one. He competed enough in his line of work, though most people wouldn’t look at it that way. He didn’t want to have to do it when he was dating.
A part of him, the smallest part in the furthest corner of his mind, told him he shouldn’t have come on so strong. Should have just asked her out first, but that wasn’t his style. He said exactly what he meant at all times, and he had damn sure meant what he’d told her.
When he and Axel had been going to see if they would need extra help with the drinks, he’d overheard David, who still had Killian trying to figure out how the other man had even gotten Journee, say something about going back to his place for ice cream. It didn’t take a genius to know from Journee’s reaction what he was speaking about.
So, Killian decided to step in, especially since he didn’t want her to get thrown out of the bar. Her body language told him she was ready to attack. Or worse, David could retaliate and attempt to put his hands on Journee; because Killian knew his friends, and the last thing David needed was to get his ass kicked by eight current or former military men.
It had helped him put his agenda out there. He hadn’t seen her when the women first walked into the bar, but once he had, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was like a magnet that his eyes couldn’t stray from. He’d decided at that moment that he was going to approach her. Killian hadn’t wanted to do it in front of everyone because, well, who he was pursuing was never anyone’s business. Though he didn’t care if his friends knew, he wasn’t sure she would be comfortable with that.
David had given him a reason to break the ice beyond the introduction that they’d had when she’d first walked over, and Axel was introducing them to everyone. He’d kept on that same train of energy once he’d gotten her away from the other man since they had been semi-alone.
Mildly, he’d wondered if she would take him up on that proposal. If she would come to him and ask him to give her all the ice cream she could handle and then make her take more. He saw no reason for either of them to beat around the bush if they were sexually attracted to one another. They were adults, and what they did behind closed doors was their business. Besides, it wasn’t like he went around fucking any and everybody, and he got the distinct feeling she didn’t either. On top of that, nobody would be the wiser unless they wanted them to be.
However, she was making Killian well aware that she wouldn’t do that, wouldn’t take him up on that offer. She was hell-bent on ignoring him for the remainder of the time they were in one another’s presence, and he was in no way going to allow that.
