Page 18 of Yearning For Her

Kian’s knees wobbled, and his hips bucked as his seed burst out. He slapped a hand on the wall to steady himself. Streams of cum spurted out to swirl around the drain before being swept away, and she flashed in his mind with each—her face, her perfume, her heat, her everything.

He huffed, spraying water from his lips, and stood motionless as the throbbing in his cock eased. For the first time in his long life, he was stricken with a new desire.

It was foolish, pointless, but ultimately harmless.

He didn’t want to forget Willow.

At least not so soon.

Six

High-pitched screams blared from the surround sound speakers as the masked killer brought the knife down upon the woman again and again, but Willow was only vaguely aware of what was happening on the screen. Truthfully, she’d spaced out most of the movie, and wouldn’t have been able to say with any confidence what had happened in it for the last half hour.

Which royally sucked, because she loved horror movies.

She ran her hand over Remy’s fur. The gray tabby was curled up in her lap, only slightly more oblivious to the screams than Willow.

It was just… It’d already been a week since Willow’s breakup with Eli. In that time, she’d thrown away everything of his she’d been able to find—every piece of clothing he’d forgotten at her place, every gift, every picture. It had been cathartic.

Eli had stopped by her house two days after the breakup to try to explain himself, telling her how much he loved her and wanted to keep her. She’d shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face. Thankfully, he’d left without another word.

Willow had broken down and cried afterward. All Eli had proved was that he’d never really cared about her feelings, wants, or dreams. That she had just been a convenient booty call.

But despite all that, Eli hadn’t often occupied her thoughts over the week.

Her mind had been on Kian.

Just like it was now.

She’d replayed their time together over and over in her head during the days and had dreamed about it at night.

Though she’d been uncharacteristically rash in agreeing to have sex with him, she had no regrets. That night with Kian had been magical. To have felt so adored, worshipped, and loved, even for that brief while, had been worth it.

If only those feelings had been real.

Willow touched her fingers to her mouth, recalling the feel of Kian’s lips, their heat, their firmness, and the fleeting hints of cold from the metal of his piercings. Recalling his taste. God, how could a man’s kiss taste so good?

“Okay, what kind of look is that?” Jamie asked, startling Willow out of her thoughts. “Because you sure as hell should not be making that kind of dreamy-eyed face while that poor woman is getting her guts ripped out.”

Cheeks warming, Willow looked at her friend and tucked the blanket more snugly around herself. The action disturbed Remy enough that he jumped off the couch and stretched before plopping down next to Bebe on the floor.

Jamie sat on the opposite end of the couch, wrapped in her own blanket with Loki on her lap. She wore black and green plaid pajamas with her long, curly red hair woven into two braids that lay over her shoulders. Willow’s own hair was drawn up into a messy bun, but instead of a two-piece PJ set, she was wearing her pink cat onesie.

Because you were never too old to wear a onesie, damn it.

It was a Friday night. Jamie had Saturday off, and though Willow had a booking tomorrow, her client wouldn’t arrive until the afternoon. So, Jamie had offered to have a sleepover to help get Willow’s mind off her shitty ex-boyfriend.

Except Willow hadn’t yet mentioned that she wasn’t thinking about Eli…

Jamie grinned. “Unless you’re picturing Eli getting his guts ripped out, because if that’s the case…”

Shaking her head, Willow laughed. “No. No, I…wasn’t imagining that.”

“Too bad.” Jamie shifted to better face Willow. Loki didn’t budge, even when Jamie settled her hands in her lap. “Okay, so if you’re not dreaming about revenge, what’s up?”

Willow bit the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t told Jamie about Kian yet. She’d wanted to keep Kian and her night with him to herself, at least for a little while. “I have something to tell you. The night that I broke up with Eli, after I left Eden…I met someone.”

Jamie’s eyebrows rose. “You met someone?”

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