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“Well, if you put it like that…” She rolls her eyes. “I guess I am safer here with you. I just don’t want to be an inconvenience.”
I laugh again. I can’t fucking believe this woman. “There’s absolutely no way I’m letting you leave now, even if it means locking you in the basement for real. Not until I get rid of Adams,” I add darkly.
“Are you going to kill him?”
“Yes.” I finally let Kayla out of the car but hesitate before pulling her into my arms. I just confirmed that I’m about to murder someone in cold blood. Feeling the need to explain, I go on, even if it means I might be digging my own grave. “I wanted to kill him when I first saw the security footage of what he was doing to Aaron. I didn’t, because I enjoyed watching his life fall apart when the world saw him for the monster he is. Had I known he’d be a danger to you, I would have just made him disappear.”
Unafraid, Kayla wraps her arms around me. “I enjoyed that too. Watching him lose everything, I mean. If he simply disappeared, the whole town would mourn the loss of a beloved citizen. Aaron is with his grandparents, by the way. I don’t know if you’ve been following the case or if you care, but he’s with his mother’s parents, who love him more than anything.”
“I know.” I pull her closer, placing a kiss on the top of her head, wincing as a twig stuck in her hair pokes near my eye. “I hacked into the CPS database years ago.”
Kayla chuckles. “Of course you did. So, what do we do now? How do we find Adams and get rid of him?”
“We? Oh no, bunny. There’s no we. Not in this case, at least.” The idea of bringing my sweet bunny along when I kill someone chills me to the bone. Kayla might be tough, tougher than I ever expected, but I don’t want that darkness for her.
Kayla purses her lips as if she wants to argue, then shakes her head. “Whatever. We can discuss it later.” As if there would be any further discussion of this topic. “I really need that shower now. I smell like a sweaty horse who got fucked in a forest and, let me tell you, it’s not a good feeling.”
I grin, loudly sniffing around her neck. “Nonsense. You smell like a sexy horse who just got spanked and then made love on the forest floor.”
Kayla chortles loudly, her body jerking in my arms as she laughs. “Dammit, Ethan. You’re so weird. Thank you for today, by the way. It was the best thing anyone has ever done for me. The best first date ever!”
“First date. Right.” I chuckle, realizing she’s not wrong. I’ve been in her house, slept in her bed, and had sex with her, but none of those really qualify as dates. “I thought our first date was when you woke up in my cellar,” I tease, a twinge of guilt spearing my insides when I remember how scared she was.
“Fine, second date then. Smartass. Anyway, the shower? I really like the utilitarian aesthetics of your garage, but—”
I lightly smack her ass. “Yeah, yeah. Shower. We’re going. Stay behind me.”
With a gun in hand and Kayla in tow, I do a quick sweep of the house, but the security systems are intact. Adams hasn’t tried to get inside. Yet. Not that he would be able to.
Deciding to forget about him and enjoy the moment, I follow Kayla to the bathroom. I wince at the scratches covering her arms, but fortunately, they’re only superficial. Still, I don’t like seeing her hurt.
She groans as she bends to take off her socks, so I kneel before her and take her foot in my hands. “You shouldn’t,” she complains, watching me roll the sock off her foot. “I stink.”
“Like a horse,” I agree, grinning up at her. I love seeing her on her knees in front of me, but I have to admit the opposite is not without merit, either. “I love horses,” I note as I brush my nose against her inner thigh, taking in the heady scent of her arousal mixed with both our juices.
Kayla gasps and pushes against me. “Ethan… I’m filthy.”
“Kayla, I couldn’t care less. If you weren’t sore and exhausted, I’d kneel before you for hours, feasting on your pussy. But,” I continue before she can muster up a protest, “since youaresore and exhausted, I’ll just settle with helping you wash your hair.” I pull off her other sock, then help her with the rest of her clothes.
We both let out a relieved sigh as we step into the shower and the steaming hot water pelts our bodies. “Oh yes,” Kayla moans. “This is the shit. Hand me the conditioner, will you? I better get started on those tangles.”
I’m unable to conceal my grin as I grab the bottle and squirt a big dollop of the whitish substance into my palm. As I massage it into Kayla’s tangled curls, she narrows her eyes at me. “What are you so happy about?”
“Nothing,” I reply, fighting hard not to chuckle as I think about the loads of cum mixed with the original contents of the bottle. Kayla has already accepted a lot of my darkness, but somehow I get the feeling that my cum in her hair and skin products would come across worse than me being a serial killer, so I’ll keep that my little secret. “I’m just happy you’re here, bunny.”
Chapter 43
Kayla
The next morning, Iwake up in Ethan’s bed—our bed—alone and sore all over. Just like I expected, my legs shoot flares of pain into the rest of my body every time I try to move, and even something as simple as lowering myself onto the toilet is an excruciating matter that makes me feel like I’m ninety.
Done in the bathroom, I wobble over to the kitchen, finding it empty as well. There’s a note on the counter that just says “downstairs” but I ignore it in favor of breakfast. Ethan’s stocked up on my favorite brand of yogurt and there are cookies in the cupboard, so I make myself a big cup of coffee and refuel my body before the perilous journey to the basement.
The steps look even more daunting than I imagined. With each step, I groan in pain as my poor thighs do their best to hold my body upright. Dammit, yesterday’s game in the forest after riding the horse was truly a bad idea. I’ve got gym legs without even going to the gym!
“Hey, are you alright?” Ethan asks, his brows drawn together in concern as he peeks out from his bat cave. “Jesus.” When it looks like I’m about to tumble down the stairs, he leaps to my rescue and scoops me up into his arms. “Are you hurt, Kayla?”
“Just my pride,” I snicker. “You can put me down now.”
