Page 34 of Ruined

“Waffles,” I say, cocking my head to the side. She smiles and nods her head. “How do you say waffles?” I ask.

Blake watches me for a second before she shows me. Luna peeks over from the fridge the entire time. But I pay no mind, I keep my entire focus on Blake. Not that it’s hard. Blake holds all my focus, day and night.

“Wonderful, now waffles and eggs?” I ask, pouring more coffee into my cup. Blake makes a disgusted face. Chuckling, I say, “Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one. I can’t stand eggs.”

“I’m going to pack some clothes for you guys,” Luna announces before leaving.

“Take a seat,” I order. Thankfully, Blake doesn’t fight me and listens. She sits down as I start making another cup of coffee before sliding it over to her. Along with the small bowl of sugar and the creamer from the fridge.

Blake carefully pours more sugar than coffee and just an equal amount of creamer. “Want some more coffee with that?” I ask, pulling a pan out.

Blake smirks and just to fuck with me I swear, she takes a large drink. Setting the cup down, she smiles sweetly at me, and I swear I’m one moment from pulling her into me and having my way with her.

Turning back, I begin making food, doing my best to not mess it up knowing Blake is watching me the entire time. I’m not usually the one to cook. Ryker does most of the cooking back home.

Placing two waffles down on her plate, I slide it over with the syrup from the fridge.

“How’s your shoulder feeling?” I ask, shoving a forkful of food into my mouth.

Blake finishes chewing, glancing down at her shoulder before looking up. She moves her hand, trying to communicate with me. I swallow before asking, "Hurts just a little bit?”

Blake nods, pointing towards me.

“I’m okay. I’m used to pain, it’s keeping me on my toes,” I lie. My body aches, and I can’t wait until we arrive in Alaska so I can lay in my bed and sleep for a week.

Frowning, she shakes her head. She knows I’m lying but doesn’t comment. Both of us finish our coffee and breakfast in silence. Once we’re both done, I grab our plates. I wash and set everything on the counter to dry.

“We need to get going soon, so go shower and I’ll lay some clothes outside the bathroom,” I order her.

Blake blinks at me, biting her lip and I can’t take it anymore.

“Come here,” I say, my voice low and in need.

Blake shakes her head and continues to bite on her lip. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Blake, I’m not repeating myself, do it,” I cross my arms over my chest. My hair fans around my face, and I know I look intimidating. “Blake…” My voice is serious and holds no room for argument.

Finally, turtle slow, Blake gets to her feet, tiptoeing until she’s right in front of me.

Her hands stay fisted at her side, being in fight-or-flight mode. Soon she’ll learn I’m not the scary one, and that she has nothing to worry about with me.

“I’m going to kiss you,” I warn her, stepping forward. Blake’s eyes flicker around the room, second-guessing if she should move as well, but doesn’t. Her eyes bounce to the side, waiting for Luna to come out any second.

“Tell me no if you don’t want me to.”

I might not like the idea; I don’t want her to tell me no. But if she even moves her hands, I’ll back off. I might want to push Blake but not into the darkness she keeps inside herself.

But Blake doesn’t shake her head, doesn’t push me away. Her lips part, and her eyes drop down to my lips. That’s enough of an answer for me. My arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer against my body. Blake’s eyes widen, her hands gripping my bicep.

“Last chance,” I whisper.

The slight nod and I move my fingers through her hair, cupping the back of her head before my lips cover hers. A groan escapes my throat, as my hand tugs on her hair, needing her closer. I want this to last forever, to run away and never let her out of my sight.

Swiping my tongue against hers, Blake squeezes my arm and digs her nails into my skin. I groan again, my cock hardening against my jeans. If I don’t end this soon, I’m going to be coming in my pants. And that’s one embarrassing act I refuse to do.

Breaking away, I rest my forehead against hers, breathing hard. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to keep my hands off you,” I mutter, pressing my lips against hers again.

“Come on, we need to get going.” Reluctantly, I let her go. Blake finally steps back, turning around and heading back towards the room.

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