Page 42 of My Little Girl

Fallon’s return smile is blinding. “Of course bitch. I’m so excited to hear your thoughts.” She winks at me, linking her arm in mine. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I’m glad we’re past the awkwardness from earlier, falling back into our easy friendship.

I wonder if this is what it was like for Tyler?

The thought pops into my mind and I cringe, feeling the secondhand awkwardness he must have experienced on a daily basis. I wasn’t so subtle about my infatuation when he was my obsession, before I knew what it meant toreallywant someone. My mind wanders to Killian, a dull throb between my legs at the memories he pulls up. Since getting my IUD we’ve been going at it like bunnies, just minus the hoards of little kits.

I shift my hips, pushing away the thoughts and focusing back on the present. Smiling, I pat Fallon’s hand resting on the inside of my elbow. “Well,” I drawl, arching a brow. “Since I picked last time, I thought it was your turn?” That’s our deal, neither ofus wanting to have to make the decisions every time so we take turns.

Huffing, Fallon throws her other arm up. “Dammit I forgot it was my turn.” Turning to me, she widens her eyes, jutting out her bottom lip. “Could you pick? Pretty please?” She pleas, pulling out her best attempt at manipulation. I sigh, rolling my eyes. Rushing on, she adds, “I’ll love you forever.”

“You’ll already love me forever.” I snicker, teasing her even as I’ve already given in. If there’s one thing this girl is good at, it’s somehow always getting her way. With a dramatic sigh, I concede, “Fine, I’ll pick.”

Squealing, Fallon pulls her arm from mine and claps her hands. “Yay!” Trying to settle down, she places her hands on her hips, peering up at me. “So what are we gonna do?”

I contemplate our options. There’s not much either of us really enjoy doing that we haven’t already done recently.

I’d love to return for another round of axe throwing but Fallon spent the entire time hiding behind the small divider, convinced a wayward hatchet was going to lodge itself into her small body without the added protection. So that’s out of the question.

She’s already shoved one erotic novel into my hands today and I’m nervous what else she might have up her sleeve if we were to return to her favorite bookstore.

Glancing at the time on my phone, I decide to just say fuck it. “Let’s just go back to my place. We can raid the fridge and binge some Bachelor?”

Fallon’s eyes light up at the suggestion. The girl may love other girls but she definitely still enjoys a nice looking man and the one featured this season is fine with a capital F.

Bouncing up on her toes with each step, Fallon chirps, “Really?” I’m forced to speed up as she all but skips toward my car.

Chuckling, I shift the bag on my shoulder. “Yeah. Killian shouldn’t be home till late so we’ll have the whole place to ourselves.”

We’ve come to an agreement, Killian and I, that I can have friends over as long as I give him a heads up first. We almost had a situation once when he had disrobed in the elevator ride up, his erect cock on display when the doors opened. Thankfully Fallon had stepped away to use the restroom so I had time to shove him back into the lift before she was able to get a full look at my man.

With that reminder, I pull out my phone.

Me

Hey, Fallon’s coming over. She’ll prob be gone

before you make it home but just be careful.

Your *eggplant emoji* is for my eyes only

I tuck my phone back into my pocket and pull out my keys, unlocking the passenger door before rounding to my side.

As we pull out of the parking lot and make our way toward the lavish condo I now call my home, my mind keeps traveling back toward the book burning a hole in my bag.

I wonder if Killian would be open to a little roleplay?

Chapter 24

Killian

Tucking my phone away, I roll my shoulders to release the tension settled into my muscles. There were two uniforms in the back of the van along with name badges to be clipped to the polo's front pockets. Mine read Casper Montegoul.

I have to shake my head at some of the names Andrew comes up with, the most ridiculous being Mick Jeggir. We all knew whohe was referencing and I’m definitely not him, let alone a Mick. Every one I’ve encountered in my long life has been full blown crazy, like they’ve got a few screws loose rattling around in their skull and making them prone to questionable choices.

Arriana and I make our way up the steps, stopping just shy of the door. I glance at her to make sure she’s ready before alerting the target of our presence. Meeting my gaze, she gives me a curt nod before focusing forward again.

This hit has us both nervous it would seem as she didn’t even make a quip.

Outstretching an arm, I knock on the door. We wait as a voice calls from within, “Hold on!” I mentally count down from twenty, calming the agitation threatening to take over. When my silent countdown hits four, the door opens to a kid no older than his late twenties.

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