I pull her to me and kiss her. She deepens the kiss by slipping her tongue inside my mouth. “Fuck,” I groan.
“Come with me.” She grabs my hand, pulling me towards her house.
All I can think about is how lucky I’m about to get.
“Sit,” she says when we get inside.
“You’re bossy tonight.” I grin.
“So, how are we gonna do this?” She’s pacing. I’m confused, because she’s never had any problem just taking what she wants from me before.
“I mean I just thought you climb on top and do your thing.” I put my hands in the air.
“Not that, dumbass. How are we gonna kill Destiny?”
Whoa. This just went in a whole different direction than I thought it was going to.
“Jesus, Maddox. Is that all you ever think about?”
“When you’re around? Yeah.” I lean back against the couch, defeated. “What did you have in mind?” I ask her.
“My mom is known to get fucked up and pass out. She’ll pass out with lit cigarettes, she’ll pass out with the burners on in the middle of cooking, and she’s one fire away from burning alive.”
“You want to just give that extra push? Help make the fire happen?”
“Exactly.” I should be worried about how excited she is at the thought of killing her mom, but I want the woman dead too.
“That seems easy enough.” I shrug.
“I think so too. Plus, nobody in this town will care if Destiny Connor burns to death. She’s not exactly the most well-liked woman.” She walks over to the couch, sitting down next to me.
“We make a good team,” I say, pulling her feet into my lap.
“Don’t get excited, lover boy. I don’t do relationships or whatever it is you’re thinking.”
“Fine by me. I don’t either.”
“You just asked me to move to California with you.” She looks at me like I’m stupid.
“That doesn’t mean I want you to be my girlfriend. What are we, fifteen? That just means I like fucking you and would like to continue to do so. You’d make so much more money at the clubs in L.A.” She leans back against the couch, deep in thought.
“You’re right. I would make bank there.” I can’t believe she’s actually considering this. “Why not?” She shrugs.
I freeze. “Wait. Really?”
“Yeah. By the time we leave here, I will have taken part in at least three murders, so it would probably be best for me to skip town.”
Before I can respond, she climbs into my lap. She cups my face with her hands. “This doesn’t mean shit though. I’m not your girl or anything.” I stare into her eyes. I think she is my girl, but I know her well enough now that I won’t ever say it out loud.
“That’s fine. But I will kill any motherfucker that tries to touch you.” I capture her mouth with mine before she has a chance to argue.
Almost immediately, she’s grinding on me. “Jesus Christ, Belle.”
Her tongue slips through my lips, caressing mine, while her fingers grip and tug on my hair.
“Are you gonna fuck me, or are we gonna make out like a couple of horny teenagers?” She pulls back, gasping.
I stand up from the couch, carrying her into her bedroom down the hall. I toss her on the bed. “Take off your clothes.”