Page 127 of Reaper and Ruin
He leaned in, kissing the side of my neck. “You mad at me now?”
“I’m not a teenager. I’m not going to hold a grudge because you don’t recognize great dancing when you see it.”
Levi sniggered. “No? I figured if you were mad, then I would have to take you inside and blow you until you forgave me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I think I am mad, actually.”
Levi pushed to his feet and offered me his hand. “Funny that. Come on, X took the kids to school. We have the house to ourselves for at least five minutes.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “That’s all you need, right?”
“You’re really trying to pick a fight so we can have make-up sex, huh?” I muttered, though not really insulted because I was pretty sure I had more than proven to him I could get him off in less time than that, even if I did only have five minutes in me.
I’d drag it out today, tease him until he was begging. Just for being a smart-ass.
He was on me as soon as we shut the door. His hands in my hair, his tongue in my mouth, lips on my neck, my face, my chest.
Fingers found zippers, mostly his finding mine, and then he was on his knees, my cock in his mouth, taking every inch.
I leaned back against the wall, groaning at the feel of his warm, wet heat wrapped around me. It felt so freaking good, and yet I found my mind wandering.
I needed to babyproof the kitchen. I didn’t one-hundred-percent trust the twins not to get into the chemicals.
I needed a more secure gun safe. Or shit, maybe I should move it out of the house entirely? With kids here now, things had to change.
Did I even need a gun anymore? I’d never had one when my family was alive. I’d only picked one up the night I’d been so wrecked and filled with grief and loneliness. It had taken me another two days of no sleep and pure, gut-wrenching pain to follow the drunk driver who’d killed my family.
And put a bullet through his head.
Just like that, some of the pain had lifted. It was like I’d passed it onto someone else.
So I’d kept doing it, craving that release with every life I ended, until years had passed and my body count was higher than I cared to think about.
The sex work had been more of the same. With good things in my life again, how toxic my behavior had been really started to sink in. I’d explained it all away with expensive suits and claims I was helping people. When really, all I’d been doing was helping myself.
Going back to killing felt the same as going back to sleeping with random people for money.
I was pretty sure I didn’t want to do either anymore.
Unlike X, who I doubted would ever give up his knife, I’d known a life where I didn’t need more than the family who lived under this roof.
I had that again.
I had two kids who had needed someone to step up and take care of them, and I had done it without a second thought. I had X and Levi and Violet, all of us under this one roof, nobody complaining it was too small, even though it definitely was. But I was providing that for them. None of us wanted to leave the kids, and so this house that had felt so cold and lonely for the best part of a decade, now felt warm and cozy again.
Levi paused and looked up at me. “You okay?”
I’d almost forgotten what we were doing. “Shit. Yeah, sorry. Fine.”
He pushed to his feet. “You aren’t into it.”
I shook my head, drawing his hand to wrap around my cock. “No, that’s not it. I’m just distracted.”
He stroked me a few times. “By what?”
A stupid grin spread across my face before I could stop it. I tried to force it down, but I couldn’t.
Levi’s fingers stopped moving. “Okay, what the fuck is going on? First you’re seizing in the driveway—”
“Dancing,” I corrected.
