Page 80 of Wicked Games

He looks pissed, but that’s pretty much his default setting, so who knows if there’s something wrong or if that’s just his face. He tosses me a look as he closes the door behind him but says nothing as he heads over to his side of the room.

I sit quietly as he pulls off his hoodie and tosses it onto his bed. Then he’s stripping off his clothes until he’s left in only his boxer briefs.

Neither of us says a word as he goes into the bathroom to do his thing.

When the door closes behind him, I put my book aside and climb out of bed so I can strip off my own clothes and shut down the lights. When everything is done, I get into my bed and lay on my side facing the back wall.

I don’t have to wait long before Killian comes out of the bathroom and climbs into bed with me. He presses right up against me and wraps one arm around my waist. I wiggle back so our bodies are completely flush, and he grips me tighter, holding me close as his warmth wraps around me like a blanket.

This is the same routine we’ve done every night since I stopped taking my pills, and I hate the way I instantly relax and how most of the tension I’ve been holding onto melts out of me at his touch.

“Did you shower?” Killian asks. His lips are next to my ear, and his voice is a low rasp that sends a shiver of awareness through me.

“No,” I whisper, my cheeks and neck heating at the memory of him coming on me earlier and telling me not to wash it off.

He lets out a pleased-sounding rumble and presses his dick against my ass. He’s hard, but just like every night, he doesn’t do more than rub it against me a few times before going still.

The scent of something floral tickles my nose. It’s subtle and delicate, and it takes me a second to place it.

It’s perfume.

My chest tightens, and a sour sensation fills my stomach. Did he just roll out of some girl’s bed and crawl into mine? Is that why he has someone’s stinky perfume all over him?

“Did you like walking around with my cum on you?” he murmurs in my ear.

I shiver as his hot breath fans over my skin and try to push the mental images of him wrapped up with someone else out of my mind.

It doesn’t matter who he was with or what they were doing. He’s officially single again; of course he’s going to have some fun after all that shit with Natalie went down. I need to get over myself and recognize what this is and what it isn’t.

“Yeah,” I whisper truthfully. “I did.”

He lets out another rumble and pulls me tighter against him.

I try not to think about how I’m probably not the only person who got up close and personal with Killian’s cum today, but I can’t stop the hurt and humiliation that fills my chest and settles in my stomach.

“Yeah, you did.” He rubs his dick against my ass again. “Slut,” he adds, but there’s an undertone of affection in his voice that takes the sting out of the word.

“Only for you,” I whisper before I can stop myself.

He lets out another of those deep rumbles that’s going to be the death of me and pulls me tighter against him.

My eyes drift shut, and I try to wipe all thoughts from my mind as Killian relaxes behind me. I just need to get through tonight, then I won’t have to worry about seeing him again until after the party and we’re on our way home.

I’m just starting to relax when Killian brushes a soft kiss against the nape of my neck and threads one of his legs between mine. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat as he rubs his lips against my neck again.

His rhythmic breathing and the heavy weight of his arm around me tell me he’s right in that moment between wakefulness and falling asleep. He either has no idea what he’s doing or thinks I’m someone else.

I hold still, not even daring to breathe, as he mouths my neck a few more times, then lets out a contented sigh and finally goes limp behind me. The rise and fall of his chest against my back is soothing, as is the warmth radiating off his body and surrounding me like a cocoon. I try to focus on those familiar sensations and not on the lingering scent of perfume, or my wayward thoughts, as I close my eyes and relax in his arms.

“Morning, sunshine,” a deep voice says in my ear, gently pulling me out of sleep.

“Huh?” I mumble and press my face into my pillow.

It smells nice, and it’s so warm and comfortable I don’t want to wake up.

A hand runs over my ass, the touch light and teasing. I moan and push back against it.

A soft chuckle tickles my ear, then something slips between my ass cheeks and rubs against my hole. I arch my back and clench around his finger.

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