Page 85 of Lady Killer

“But there won’t be anyone else but you two for me.”

This man. . .

He opened his mouth to once again send me reeling. “You know you don’t have to tell me when the others finally pull their heads out of their asses. Except for Locke, because that fucker has a lot of groveling to do before hegets even close to that beautiful pussy, and I have some ideas . . .”

“There’s not,” I rushed out, “there’s not going to be anything else between me and others. I shouldn’t even be with both you and Alister.”

Everest tilted his head, taking the seat next to mine. “Why not?”

“Because I don’t— I’m not—‍” I didn’t really have a good reason.

“I have Lucian and I have you,” he said, taking my hand, “and I want you to have whoever you need too.”

“But I don’t—‍”

“Uh, uh, uh,” he said, bopping me on the nose. “You don’t ever need to lie to me, love.”

I wanted to argue with him, but something about his brutal honesty pushed me to reciprocate.

My fingers brushed over his chest on a trajectory of their own accord. “Why me?” I whispered.

“Your soul is my own. I’ve known you always.”

The pressure built up in my eyes as I drew a shaky breath, before placing a chaste kiss on his mouth.

Everest responded by capturing my lips with a kiss so tender that it shattered through whatever last reserves I had in my heart about the man.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him back deeply. He tasted like mint, fresh and clean, and for once I didn’t let myself think. I just was.

Like sought like.

Lucian, Locke, and Nixon were noticeably absent from the Valentine’s dinner the staff prepared. Everest, of course, wanted to make it a romantic affair but I begged him off, and true to his word, he listened.

With just the three of us, Alister and Ever and I took our meal in the kitchen. It was a surprisingly subdued affair.

Given that Everest and I had . . . reconciled, my feelings toward Alister were conflicted but slowly mending.

After a light meal, I excused myself to study.

Ever naturally followed.

“Was he your first, by the way? You never told me,” he asked with a salacious smirk, lounging on a chaise in the small library I had chosen to hole up in.

“Who? Alister? We haven’t had sex.” I said awkwardly.

He threw his head back with laughter. “No, no. That Alex guy, or Aaron. Whatever his name was. Was he your first kill, love?”

I froze.

Of all the questions I had anticipated, that wasn’t on the list.

“Ah, cat’s got your tongue.”

“No.”

“No?”

I hesitated, but if anyone could understand . . . “No, he wasn’t my first.”

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