Chapter 99

You two are fucking jail bait,” Cade commented from his spot on the couch, never once looking up from his phone.

“Neither one of us is that young, honey.” Raven laughed. Amen to that.

“No, but you two are that fucking hot with slightly unhinged husbands,” he said. I bit my lip to hold back a giggle. Okay, that part was true. Knowing that Declan started a bar fight in Raven’s honor meant I wouldn’t put anything past him. And Killian? Well, Killian was just protective. Or possessive. Maybe both. “Killian’s a lot more than slightly unhinged, but it still works.”

Raven winked at me. While the boys were playing dress up as each other, we were going as the sexier versions of our husbands. Which for her meant a little bit of flannel and for me meant a little bit of leather. Short skirts and form-fitting dresses, heeled boots and the works.

I felt… odd. I was voluntarily in a skirt. I never did that unless trying to appease my father. But the leather dress and the lingerie I wore underneath it made me feel sexy. Gabby had insisted on it. I’d never worn anything like this before, which meant Killian had never seen me in anything like this before.

And the tiny voice in the back of my head wondered if he’d like it.

“You two are going to freeze your sexy asses off, you know that right?” Cade continued with his commentary.

“It won’t be that bad,” I told him. The weather forecast didn’t look warm, but I’d been through worse.

“I’m from Chicago,” Raven reminded him. “I’ve survived Midwest winters.”

“And how many times did you walk around looking like a lumber-snack hooker?” he asked, smiling wide at her as she feigned upset. I just laughed as I made another cup of coffee.

“Cade, check your tattoo,” Declan said as an announcement of his arrival.

“Hey! I did a damn good job with that tattoo!” Raven shouted from the kitchen, frowning. “It looks amazing!”

“Honey, you used the real magic tattoo shit, not normal body paint,” he replied. Her eyes widened, and I covered my mouth.

“You did not!” Cade shot off the couch. He rubbed at the fake tattoo on his arm—the full sleeve she’d inked on him so he could pretend to be Roan. Being Raven didn’t have a clue what Roan’s tattoos looked like, she made them up. “Tell me you didn’t give me a fucking tattoo, Raven!”

“She gave Sam a full fucking sleeve to match Killian,” Declan told him.

“No!” She slapped a hand over her mouth. Scurrying out of the kitchen, she exclaimed, “Tell me I didn’t.”

“Why?” Declan groaned, and I giggled. About what I expected. She wore a little tie flannel dress that rode high on her thighs paired with boots.“What are you wearing?”

“I’m a sexy lumberjack!” Raven said happily. I caught the tail end of her little twirl.

“There are so many safety violations,” he replied, gesturing to her outfit. She couldn’t bend over without flashing the world because of rule number one.

“To your dick,” Killian retorted.

“Exactly,” Declan agreed under his breath, making Killian laugh. That laugh rolled down my spine even from across the house.

“Enough about your fucking dick!” Cade cut in angrily. “How the fuck do I get this off?”

“I don’t think you can. It’s magical ink,” I said. Cradling my coffee close to my chest, I joined the chaos in the living room. Killian stood next to Declan, watching Cade’s panic unfold. To say I was a fan of my husband’s Halloween costume was an understatement. Role play may not have been my thing but if he dressed like a sexy firefighter more often, I’d consider it.

He caught me staring and started to grin, but his expression tightened. His dark gaze crept down the length of my body, taking me in inch by inch. My skin flamed to life under his scrutiny, and I resisted the urge to squeeze my thighs together as I felt myself grow damp. What a day to wear crotchless lingerie.

“Raven fucking Woods,” Cade growled.

“At least it looks good!” Raven said, her voice rising a notch.

“I don’t want a full-sleeve tattoo!”

“Okay, okay,” Killian interrupted. “Get the fuck out of my house. Go call Bea. See if she can do anything for you. Let me get ready for today. Are you coming with, Cade?”

“What?” Cade frowned.

“It’s a double date.” He gestured between the three of them. “You know, the three of you and the two of us, but I only heard about them.”

“I wasn’t planning on it,” he replied. “It’s cute you want to fucking date me.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Killian retorted. “Get out of my house. Get off of my fucking lawn. Any time we do this shit, you’re welcome. Now, go away.”

“We’ll be on the road soon,” I called after them as Killian ushered them to the front door. “I’ll text you.”

“Wear something warmer, Ginny,” Declan said. “You don’t want to get cold.”

“Thank you!” I wasn’t changing unless Killian hated the outfit.

While he saw them out, I packed up my coffee to-go. I made Killian a cup as well and listened as he closed the front door. I followed his footsteps through the house until he joined me. Before I could turn, his palm slid across my neck, and he used it to pull me back against his chest.

“Are you trying to get someone hurt?” Killian demanded gruffly, his breath hot against my ear. I shuddered, and the hand around my neck tightened. “Because if you go out dressed like that, baby girl, I’m going to end up fucking killing someone if they look at you in any way.”

Oh. Why did they excite me so much?Something about his possessiveness—even at the expense of others—made my pussy clench with anticipation.

“But it’s my costume,” I said. Rotating in his arms, I fluttered my lashes at him. I knew exactly what I was doing to him. “Do you not like it?”

His mouth crashed into mine as he walked me back against the counter, tongue driving between my lips. I grabbed those stupid suspenders and used them to pull him closer. His teeth dragged across my lower lip.

“God, you’re a fucking cocktease,” he muttered against my mouth.

“Can we tonight?” I asked. My words gave him pause, and he let go of me. Braced against the counter behind me, his nose bumped mine as he studied my expression. “Please?”

For as much control here and there as he dared to take, I knew he was holding back. Some part of him still felt guilty about using his power against me in Iron Falls. But I wanted him to take more. I wanted him to take it all. He knew how to do things to my body I desperately craved—things I’d missed for three years.

I wanted to submit completely again.

“Are you sure?” Killian replied quietly.

“We have our room back, and we talked about it. I feel you holding back with me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I wouldn’t have asked—”

“Do you trust me to take complete control over you again, Genevieve?” he interrupted, his tone intense. “If there’s even a single part of you that doubts me, we can’t. I won’t do it. You could get hurt.”

“I trust you, Killian,” I said honestly.

“Okay.” Killian nodded. “But not tonight.”

“No?”

“No,” he agreed. “We start now. Hands back on the counter.”

“But—”

“Genevieve.” That warning in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Listen.”

“Yes, Sir.” I did as he said, leaning back.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. His mouth drifted along my cheek. I sighed with relief when his hands touched my body. He ran his palm along my stomach and down to the hem of my dress. As he fisted it, he asked, “Did you wear this sexy little dress for me, princess?”

“Yes,” I let out breathlessly. His teeth sunk into my ear, and I rushed to correct myself. “Yes, Sir.”

“And what are you wearing for me under this?” he prompted as he lifted my dress over my hips.

“Lingerie,” I answered. My eyes slid shut and my head tipped back as I gave into the vibrant sensations of his fingers trailing along my exposed skin.

“What kind of lingerie?”

“Just something I know you’d like,” I whispered. Through the flimsy fabric of my dress, he pinched my nipple piercing hard enough to make me cry out with the pain. I tried to squirm away, but he had me pinned in place with his hips. Despite the pain, my entire body came to life with a euphoric combination of sensations that had me shaking and wanting more from him.

“Don’t assume you know what I like, Genevieve,” Killian ordered. “I asked you a question, and I want an answer. A straight answer, princess, or I’ll make it hurt worse next time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied quietly. His lips brushed against mine in a chaste kiss while his hand moved back down my body.

“Tell me what you’re wearing,” he prompted once more.

“A leather and lace two-piece,” I told him. “The panties are crotchless.”

“And does my sinful princess like knowing her perfect pussy is exposed for me to do whatever I damn well please with?” As he asked the question, he cupped my center. I moaned as my knees practically buckled. He had me so riled up without even touching me. I was ready to explode.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to say.

“I like you adventurous, baby girl,” Killian said, his lips touching that spot under my ear. His fingers slid through my wetness and brushed over my clit. I moaned, hips rocking into his hand. Choosing a slow and steady pace, he tortured me with the build-up, keeping me in a place where relief was just out of reach. Every quick breath I drew in filled my lungs with that intoxicating scent of tobacco and vanilla until I was consumed by him. “Listen to you. So fucking ready to fall apart for me. Do you need more, princess?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you need me to fill this needy pussy of yours?”

“Please, Sir.” The words caught in my throat as he pushed two fingers inside me. My hands flew off the counter to grab onto him for support.

“I didn’t say you could touch me, Genevieve,” he snapped and stopped moving his hand. I leaned back on my palms and gripped the counter, clinging for dear life. “Spread your legs for me.”

As I did, his mouth caught mine in a deep kiss, his tongue meeting mine. He devoured every moan I gave as his fingers thrust in and out of me, rubbing against that spot guaranteed to wreck me. My core tightened as my muscles fluttered around his fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted.

“Are you close, princess?” Killian asked against my ear. “Let me hear you say it.”

“I’m close,” I whispered. His teeth sank into my neck hard enough to make me whimper.

“Try that again, princess,” he replied and ran the flat of his tongue over the bite mark.

“I’m close, Sir.”

“That’s better.” And then he stopped touching me. He straightened my skirt and stepped back. Leaving me panting and holding myself up against the counter, he licked his fingers clean. “Only good girls get to come, Genevieve. Maybe next time you’ll think before you act like a brat. I’m going to change. Don’t you fucking dare finish what I started.”

I groaned with frustration as I watched him walk away, every cell in my body begging for the orgasm he wouldn’t let me have.