Page 39 of Killer
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The hard ridge of Killer’s cock pressedagainst the front of his jeans.Kelsey wasn’t blind and knew hemust be in pain with a cock the size of his.Her whole body felt onfire from his touch.
Grabbing his neck she tugged him closeneeding his lips on hers.Their life in a matter of days had becomeso messed up.She didn’t know what they were going to do.Tate,Sandy, and Killer each assured her they were working on handlingMichael.Whatever plagued her so-called husband kept him away,which she was thankful for.
“I can help you.”Shewhispered the words against his lips.
“Baby, I’m not having you takecare of my dick in the hospital.Touching you now is more than Ideserve.”He stroked her cheek, smiling at her.“We’ll have timefor more.I promise.”
“I wish we didn’t have tohave promises.”
“Until Michael is out ofour lives it’s all we’ve got.”
She looked down at her lap.He tucked theblanket back around her keeping her warm.The tender way he touchedher always caught her by surprise.She never put gentle and Killertogether in the same ring, but it was true.Besides the truth abouthis screwing another woman he’d never actually hurt her.
Still, even as she thought aboutthe other woman she couldn’t stop thinking about herhusband.They’d both made amistake.She could forgive and forget if he would bewilling.
He tucked some loose strands behindher ear.“You’re so beautiful.”
Kelsey remained silent never knowing whatto say to him when he spoke words of love and beauty.
“It’s time for us to finish ourstroll,” he said.
She rested her head on her palmstaring at people as they passed.The women were all looking atKiller.The lust shone in their eyes at the sight of him.Shewanted to get upand smack them to stop them looking at her man.
The men stared at Killer with envy.They were clearly taken in by his tattoos and leather jacket.TheSkulls were known far and wide.
“What the fuck are youdoing here?”Michael asked, stepping forward.
Shit, he looked ready to do murder.Glancing behind her she saw Killer held the same look on hisface.
“I’m taking her for awalk.”
“You’re not supposed to behere.When are you going to learn your fucking place?”Michaelasked.His voice rose turning them into a spectacle.
“Michael, stop it,” shesaid, wanting the ground to open up and swallow her.
“No, I let Tate in, but now Ifind you being taken out by this piece of shit.”
She tensed.“Stop it!”
He charged behind her intent on pushingKiller out of the way.Both men were large, and Kelsey wasn’tinterested in being the thorn between them.Spinning as far as shecould, she pressed her palm on top of Killer’s.“Take me back to mybedroom.I don’t want any of you starting a fight.We’re in thehospital gardens.”
Gripping the blanket tighter she waitedfor them to start moving.Tate and Sandy were returning.When theysaw what was going on, they charged their way.
“You’re not seeing heragain,” Michael said, glaring at both women.
“You can’t fucking stop me,asshole.”Tate stepped right up to Michael.“You want to piss onher, go ahead.She’s my best friend.She wanted to see Killer, andI, like the good friend I am, made sure she got what shewanted.”
“You wanted to see Killer?”Michael asked, turning his gaze back to her.
“Yes.”
Silence fell on the group.She tensedwaiting for the inevitable argument.Why couldn’t he see that shewas in love with Killer?
No one spoke a word as Killer startedmoving.They made their way to her room.He picked her up easingher back on the bed.
“I can fucking dothat—”
