Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 836(@200wpm)___ 669(@250wpm)___ 557(@300wpm)
I stand there for a few seconds to get my bearings, but then I zip up my jeans and follow him back out to the living room. I get there just in time to see him grab his keys off the counter and open the door.
I catch sight of Hex on the other side. Two other guys are with him, but I don’t recognize either of them. Hex is the only one to make eye contact with me while the door is open. The other two politely pretend I don’t exist, but it’s the cool calculation, almost displeasure in Hex’s gaze that unsettles me.
Why is he looking at me like that?
A frown flickers across my brow, but without a word, Killian glances back at me, then closes the door behind him.
Chapter Twenty
Brynn
I’m up studying until nearly three in the morning.
When Killian still isn’t home, I take a shower and climb into bed alone, but it feels scary to be here all by myself.
Toast is here, of course, but she sleeps in the living room at Killian’s place, so I don’t even have her for company.
I haven’t heard from him since he left.
I’ve resisted all my urges to reach out since I didn’t want to bother him, but now it’s so late that I’m getting worried. He did warn me that sometimes he would have to go out like this, but I don’t know, I thought there would be more notice.
He didn’t tell me his friends were coming. I had no idea there was any chance of him leaving tonight until it was happening.
It was just so abrupt.
And it’s so late.
And I don’t know where he’s at or what he’s doing.
It’s 3:13 when I give in to the impulse and text him to ask if he’ll be home soon.
I wait until 3:27 for an answer, and when one never comes, I give up and plug my phone in to the charger on my nightstand.
What is he out there doing? What if something bad happened to him?
Pouting and worried, I roll over and hug the spare pillow for comfort. I try to wait up for him, but remembering how he said some nights he may not come home at all, I decide not to.
I can certainly see how dating a Blue Blood can be stressful, especially if you don’t know what’s going on or why he’s out all night. If he hadn’t told me about all this ahead of time, this would be the only red flag I’d need to bail on… whatever this is.
I need to get some sleep.
There’s no point lying here tormenting myself with crazy made-up scenarios when I have class in the morning.
And besides, I’m sure everything is fine, and I’m worrying over nothing.
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It’s still dark when my eyes open.
I’m groggy but some part of my brain remembers my earlier anxiety and calls my attention to movement on the bed. I start to move, but as soon as my leg shifts, it’s pushed right back down against the mattress.
As soon as I become aware of the sensation of my leg being held down, I become aware of another sensation.
Pleasure.
Warmth and wetness between my spread thighs.
Experimentally, I try lifting my thigh again, and once more, he pushes it back down, pinning it to the bed with more force since it was my second attempt.
Killian.
He’s home.
A faint moan slips out of me when his tongue laps at my pussy, and while this is the first time he’s woken me up this way, the pleasure of his mouth on me is starting to become familiar.
I’ve been such a ball of anxiety for so much of tonight, I close my eyes and let the pleasure consume me.
My hand drifts down and I slide my fingers through his hair.
His wet hair.
He must have taken a shower before he came to bed.
He is doing damn fine work, completely devoted to my pleasure, and I feel the intensity rising as he teases my clit. I writhe, fisting my hand in his hair. The sounds ripping from my throat become more urgent.
And then he stops, and I groan with disappointment.
“Why?”
He chuckles and pushes himself up, climbing up the bed so he’s looming over me. “Because I don’t want you to come yet.”
“No?” I murmur.
“No,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss my lips.
“Well, I think that’s mean,” I inform him, causing him to laugh.
Even though it’s dark, I know his eyes are twinkling. He eases down until his weight is pressing down on me, then he slides a hand between my legs, resuming his teasing with his finger instead of his tongue. “Yeah? Does that feel mean?”
I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him close. “No,” I murmur softly, sighing at the pleasure that starts right back up.
He teases me a bit, then he shifts his fingers, pressing his thumb against my clit and sliding a finger deeper inside me. I gasp at the foreign sensation, but it’s just one finger so my body adjusts pretty easily. Just when I’m getting used to the feeling, he rumbles, “I like having you here.”