Page 98 of Look at Her and Die

He growled, and I knew he was close.

I couldn’t stop myself from reaching up underneath my own skirt and…

He came, painting the glass between us with his release.

One small touch of my clit and that was all it took for me to see bright, shiny stars behind my eyelids.

I gasped, a moan escaping me.

“Holy fuck,” he growled.

I blinked open my eyes to catch his gaze.

“That was fuckin’ hot,” he growled again.

I scrunched up my nose. “I don’t know what happened.”

He chuckled, then reached behind him for the shower head.

Rinsing the glass off, he said, “Doesn’t take much when we are both head over heels for each other, does it, Princess?”

Princess.

How had I gone from loathing that nickname to craving it?

“You make me want to stay in bed all day, every day.” I grinned. “Back to the shower temperature. Do you always get in when it’s freezing?”

He grinned back . “Not usually, but you’d just showed me what you were wearing to my mom’s stupid dinner, and I thought I was about to be tortured all night. Figured a cold shower couldn’t hurt.”

I blushed. “It’s a little short.”

“Short, yes. But it’s fucking mesmerizing because it hugs all of your curves like a second skin,” he shared.

I blushed. “It’s not too much?”

“Oh, my mom will fucking hate it. She makes ‘prim and proper’ desperately annoying. She’d never be caught dead in a dress that tight. But she also never had a body like yours to pull it off. She’ll probably glare at you all night.” He finished his shower and got out, a wave of steam following in his wake.

I couldn’t stop myself from watching his dick as he got out, or the way his balls swayed with his movements.

He picked up a towel off the hook next to the glass doors and ran it roughly over his body, starting with his feet and ending with his hair.

Only when he was done, and standing still slightly damp in the bathroom in front of me, did he say, “Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll forget we’re supposed to be going over to my mom’s for dinner.”

I grimaced. “Any news from Apollo yet?”

“He’s found plenty of dirt,” he said. “But no obvious interactions with your mom and mine.”

“Remember what I said about the fact that I don’t care about my mom?” I reminded him. “I don’t care about what she concocts and plans. She’s not going to win, because when I say that I have proof of her shittiness, I’m not joking. I kept all the receipts because I knew that one day she might try to fight me to keep the kids. I’ve been keeping documented proof of everything since she left the kids with me that first time years and years ago.”

I’d freaked out when Kent had gotten sick. I’d promised myself that I would always have a backup plan. And if that plan needed proof of her parenting abilities, I’d make sure to always keep the proof. Sometimes even real receipts.

I had it noted on the chart every time I took one of my siblings into the doctor who was the one that was bringing them in. I made sure that when the kids needed checkups at the dentist, they always called me.

I was primary, and Koda was secondary, on nearly every single thing the kids participated in.

Hell, I’d bet my life that when my mom took those kids to the dentist during the summer that they hadn’t had any clue who she was.

Hell, my mom hadn’t even been listed as a parent at the kids’ schools.

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