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“That one day you would be mine, Kitten.”

“For the record,” I mumble with a sigh. “I just thought you were going to kill us with your driving that day.”

His chest vibrates with a rumble of a laugh and the last thing I think before I pass out is how nice it feels to be held.

Chapter 16

I’m going to murder them both, and I’m going toenjoyit.

I sit silently in Blake’s room, watching her and Aiden sleep, waiting for them to wake up. Their limbs are entwined, her head on his bare chest. Her mouth is parted and I can just imagine the drool seeping out of it. I’ve been fixated on her mouth since she shifted ten minutes ago and allowed the blankets to fall below her chest, exposing her tits.

Her gorgeous fucking tits with rosy tinted nipples that are hardened against the cool air.

Not that I care.

Not that I am only focusing on her mouth because I had to force myself to look away from those tits.

Aiden shifts on the bed, rolling towards Blake and tucking her into his body even more. In the process, the blankets pull up and expose his naked ass.

But their apparent lack of clothing is not why I’m going to kill them.

No, I’m going to kill them because when Val called me this morning to debrief, she mentioned how awesome Blake had done and was glad I was finally adding to the team.

My responding silence told Val everything she needed to know, spitting out a, “She did good, Zander. Be nice”, before I could hang up on her.

I’ve been here ever since, waiting to strike.

I don’t have to wait much longer, Aiden’s movements having roused Blake. She wiggles against Aiden until he releases enough for her to roll away from him, her eyes still closed. A yawn breaks free and she stretches, the blankets pulling even lower.

I feel my breath get clogged in my throat as I eye the edge of the blanket, wondering if she’s as stark naked as Aiden is. She brings both knees up to a point as she reaches her arms above her head and arches her back, making her tits stand out more. But that’s not what has my attention—the potential that she’s mere inches from displaying her pussy for me does.

Her arms slap down against the bed, on either side of her. Her hands fist up and then she shakes her arms out like they’ve fallen asleep, jostling the blanket enough to reveal that she’s wearing a pair of red panties. I rein myself in despite the way they look against her pale skin, shaking off the haze of horny teenager that decided to make a reappearance afterwaytoo many years.

I force my attention away from her thighs, and what’s between them, in time to see her eyes blink open. They widen a bit and then dart over to Aiden’s sleeping form. I watch with some interest as a bit of alarm takes over her expression, but then, with a long breath out, Blake relaxes. Her face softens, and she lifts her hand, shaking it out one last time before she strokes her fingertips over Aiden’s brow.

I can’t explain what rushes through me at the way she’s looking at him, and touching him, so reverently.

Nearly the moment she brushes against his skin, his head comes up off the pillow. They stare at one another, and Blake’s breathing hitches as he props himself up on an elbow, leaning towards her. They’re milliseconds from fucking, if the little moan that leaves Blake’s lips at just the way he’s looking at her means anything.

I want to say that I don’t care.

But the hard-on pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my slacks tells a different story.

“What…,” I growl, announcing my presence before I can over-analyze how badly I want to watch them fuck. Blake about shoots through the roof at the sound of my voice but, to her credit, she doesn’t scream or make any other noises of fright. Aiden, on the other hand, just groans as he plunks his head back down on the pillow. “What about ‘Blake is not going’, did you two not understand?”

“She did fine, Z,” Aiden mumbles. “Better than fine.”

“Oh, I heard,” I answer, standing. I straighten the cuffs of my long-sleeved button-down shirt. “I heard how well the little girl who wasn’t even supposed tobeon this job did.”

Blake pulls herself up on her knees, glaring at me, and I’m surprised for a moment at how she hasn’t covered herself. I purposely hadn’t looked at her since she jumped like something had electrocuted her, to give her time to shield her nudity from me. Instead, those goddamn tits are swaying with her movements, front and center.

Not that I’m looking at them. That’s not why I’m here.

“I wasn’t supposed to be,” she agrees. “But I was, and I did well.”

“You barbequed an owner,” I hiss. “You drew attention to yourself and, by doing that, drew attention tous.”

Blake snorts. “And people takezeronotice of fires that randomly start moments before all the house’s Skins disappear.”

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