Page 49 of Her Marine
“I thought you’d sleep a bit longer.”
“I probably would have,” Journee responded, a bit raspy.
Killian looked at the way she was leaning against the counter. “How are your legs?”
She scrunched her nose at him before rolling her eyes playfully. “Barely functioning.”
Killian walked over to her, picked her up, and put her on the counter. “I didn’t quite accomplish my goal then,” he told her, leaning in to kiss her. “I planned on having them completely non-functional.” He gave her another kiss. “I think I need to try again.”
“Baby,” Journee started. “I already feel like I’m going to be in bed most of the day.”
Killian chuckled before going over to the bathtub. He started running the water, and Journee watched him grab her bubble bath and put some in.
“I guess I can settle for having you on bed rest for the day.”
“How nice of you,” Journee responded before laughing.
When the bathtub was filled, Killian placed her inside. Journee was grateful because she wasn’t sure what was happening with her legs. They shouldn’t have felt like she’d just been dicked down hours later. She was sure she’d be fine after a hot bath.
“I’ll make lunch while you relax.”
Journee nodded as Killian turned to leave the bathroom, and she sank lower into the water. It felt good against her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she was so worn out from sex. She assumed that maybe after her first time, but that would have been because it was just that. If she were going to feel like this after every time she and Killian had sex, she would need to ensure she had the following day off. Because while the soreness she felt was a nice reminder of the mind-blowing sex they’d had, it didn’t make it any less inconvenient.
Journee allowed herself to sit for a while, relax and enjoy the hot water on her skin before she bathed.
Once finished with her bath and the water began to run cold, Journee pulled the plug and stood. She stepped out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel, drying off before wrapping it around herself.
She entered the bedroom as Killian walked in with a tray. He gestured for her to sit on the bed, and as she did, he brought the tray over, placing it across her lap. There was a plate with an omelet and bacon. Another with two pieces of French toast cut in half and a bowl of strawberries. There was also a glass of orange juice. Journee smiled, thanking him. She was a fan of breakfast at any time of the day.
“Eat, and then I’ll give you a massage,” Killian stated.
“You just want to rub on me.”
He smiled at her, and it should have been a crime for him to be even more attractive when he did. “I won’t deny it.”
“Did you eat already?”
“I did this morning. Several times. I plan on eating later as well.”
Journee found herself shaking her head at him. She knew what he meant. Instead of responding, she decided to eat. She grabbed the remote off the bedside table and turned the television on. She wasn’t particular about what was on screen. More so using it as background noise. Killian told her he would clean the kitchen, taking one of her strawberries as he left.
She ate her food, glancing at the show on the screen now and then. Journee learned the night before that Killian was an excellent cook, and she could get used to him cooking for her more often.
She had just picked up her last strawberry when her phone rang. She hadn’t remembered placing it on the bedside table the night before but figured Killian had. Picking it up, she saw that it was Aariah calling.
“Hey,” Journee answered.
“Hey,” her sister responded. “Are you sick? You sound hoarse.”
Journee pressed her lips together. “No, I’m not sick.”
“Are you sure?”
She was about to answer when Killian walked back into the bedroom. “Are you finished eating, Tigress?”
“I am. Thank you,” Journee responded as Killian took the tray and exited the bedroom.
“Oh, I see now,” Aariah stated, and there was no way Journee could miss the teasing in her voice. “That man had you screaming to the high heavens last night.”
