SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 167

- KILLIAN -

I shut the door of the anti room, when I hear voices coming from inside. I can tell two people are communicating but I know not physically.

I walk to the living room. This is where I find Hazel sat in front of the tv, on a sofa, watching a show. The good thing is, the lights aren’t turned on and only the reflection of the tv illuminates the room, so the blood on my outfit is barely visible also coupled with the fact that I’m putting on a navy blue, long sleeve, body hug shirt and black pants. My coat is in my hand, and my leather gloves are in the pocket of my coat.

“It’s past bed time, you.” I say, folding my arms across my chest while standing behind the sofa she’s sat on. Hazel immediately turns. She drops the wine glass half full of a colourless liquid I assume to be water as no scent oozes out of it on the center table and walks to me.

“Oh Killian,” she purrs, keeping her voice husky. “I’ve missed you. The moment I noticed your side of the bed was empty, I couldn’t sleep.” She gets on her tip toes and leans up when she stands in front of me. Her hands twine around my neck, caressing down my torso and my arms. “Where have you been?” Hazel asks, resting her hands on my arms. Her tone is still low and husky. Her eyes rummage all over my body. Her touch calms my drunken mind.

“How long have you been up?” I ask, changing the subject of her question.

“Quite a while, I wasn’t counting.”

I raise my hand to cup her chin between two fingers. “This voice, stop it, it’ll get you pregnant.”

Hazel laughs at my comment. A sultry laugh. “I’d like to see you try.” She tempts, walking back while keeping her eyes on me, swaying her hips on purpose. She’s putting on a silk robe and from the way her bare shoulder perks out of it, I can tell she’s wearing nothing else underneath.

“Trust me, you don’t want me to ‘try’ and put my babies in you.” I say as a matter of factly with a flirty tone.

Hazel shrugs at me, backing away as she grabs onto the wine glass and gulps down some water. She has that seductress smile on her face that can charm any one, both male and female.

How did this divert to something sexual? I don’t even know but I don’t mind it at all.

“Want to join me or should we go to bed together?” She asks, emptying the content in the glass cup in her mouth and picking up a glass bowl of popcorn I didn’t know was there as it’s not visible to my sight from this angle.

I crack my neck to the side. “We can do either.” I waltz towards her, dropping my coat on the sofa. “Unless you’re tired.” I hold her slender waist in my hand and lift her up, spinning her in the air before falling both her body and mine on the sofa. Of course I ensured she handed the glass bowl and wine glass to me first to put away.

Now, Hazel is lying with her back on the chair, legs wide open to accompany my body. Her eyes pierces into mine. I could stay here within the soft compressment of her thighs and look into those eyes forever. And I won’t ever go tired or bored. Her gaze wanders lower. Her brows crease. “Killian you’re hurt!” She gasps.

Am I?

She adjusts back, raising her upper body to stare at me. I trace her gaze to my body. . . I don’t see anything. Hazel runs her fingers down my neck. No wonder I couldn’t see what she was looking at! “It’s dried blood. Give me a second, let my get a first aid.”

“No, it’s fine.” I object nicely. If anything, it’s not my blood.

“Please, allow me.” She’s staring at me with so much concern and in such a way that I can’t resist.

“If you insist.” I say, giving in.

Hazel kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, don’t leave.” She stands up. I already miss being sandwiched between her legs. The moment she gets on her feet, she points two fingers at her eyes then at me. That signifies that she’s watching me, cute.“Stay.”

I raise both my hands in submission. “As you wish.” Hazel runs away. I sigh as I make myself comfortable on the sofa. What do I do with her? My God, she makes me fall in love with her even more by the second.

“I’m back!” She chimes, walking in front of me holding a first aid kit. She sits down and opens the kit on her thighs. “Now, look at me.” Hazel says to me. “Stretch your neck while you’re at it.”

“Are you sure this is not a ploy to kiss me?” I bite my lower lip.

Hazel stares at my lips for a considerable long time. “Hold your neck out to me, Killian.” She ignores my question. Charming.

I raise my chin up. “It’s all yours.”

“Thank you.” The moment she leans closer to me, I feel her breath fan my neck. The cooling effect of the liquid on the cotton wool as she wiped the blood off my neck makes me gasp.

“Does it hurt?” She asks. That sultry tone is replaced with a compassionate one.

“Not one bit.” I assure.

“Good then.” Hazel says. From the cooling effect on my skin a second time, I can tell she’s using a fresh cotton wool and more liquid. “I can’t sight any wound. Maybe they’re tiny.” Or non existent. But yeah, let’s go with tiny. “I’m done.” Hazel says.

“Thank you.” I murmur.

“It’s my pleasure.” She closes the first aid kit and drops it on the center table. She looks tired.

“Tell me, how long have you been awake?” I ask, pulling her to me by waist.

“Four hours.” This makes my eyes widen. Four?! She should’ve gone to bed. She shouldn’t have waited for me. Would she still be up if I had come much later? “I couldn’t sleep not knowing where you were. It’s good to see you.”

She rests her body on mine, putting her arms around me. What is this, dare I say, wife treatment? It’s cute. It’s warming. I love the love.

“You should go to bed.” I say, rubbing my hand down her arm.

“Only if you come with me.”

I have to shower and get rid of my blood stained clothes. Thank goodness she doesn’t have a good sense of smell or it would be hard explaining this to her, especially when there’s no real injury but the one on my wrist to show for it. And those burns could not have bled so much compared to what’s on my shirt. “Sure. But I have to shower first, then I’ll join you and I won’t go anyway.” I place a kiss on her forehead. “I promise.”

“Mhm.” Hazel hums. I can tell she’s falling asleep. She has tried for me, genuinely. I don’t think she knows how much. I was really distressed today. I really needed to clear my head and being alone only worsened my predicament. I didn’t know I needed a little bit of affection to feel better till she gave it to me.

“Thank you, Hazel.” I whisper.

“For what?” She asks. Her voice is like a baby’s. So soft and low.

“Everything.” I press my lips on her forehead, giving her a gentle kiss.