SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 194

- HAZEL -

No hands. I think, replaying the night over and over in my head.

I can’t freaking remember what I did with my hands. I was too engrossed in our wild, sinful act that I didn’t realise it till now.

So they just existed then? I ponder, trying to keep my mind occupied. Busy, rather. It’s nearly sunrise in the morning. I would’ve been soundly asleep right now if I wasn’t awakened by my arousal.

By tongue masterly fucking my pussy. Killian can be such a dick sometimes, waking me up with a kiss on my lips. . . . lower lips. My teeth sinks into my bottom lips. The only feeling I have between my legs right now is soreness. The after effects of an all night love making apparently. I grunt, trying to sit up on the bed. Killian is right beside me. As usual, he’s awake.

He never sleeps. Never when I’m here. Or rather, barely. A lot of times when I wake up, his side of the bed is either empty or he’s on his laptop. Sometimes, I wonder if he actually gets decent sleep but not getting one would be far fetched on his end considering he never looks sleep deprived.

“Something bothering you, my love?” Killian’s deep voice breaks my reverie, making my heart skip a beat.

“Not really, no. Why?” I lie. I don’t know what is bothering me. I’m just awake and since I’m idle, I’m letting my thoughts wander freely. I crave the comfort of my head on my pillow even if it’s morning.

“Because for some reason, you can’t seem to get your eyes off me.” A brow raises and he gives me a side eye. I notice the ends of his lips curl into a smirk. Cocky much? He didn’t even turn to look at me so how did he know I was staring at him?

“Don’t get cocky with me.” I say, my voice a whisper. This time, his head turns to face me and I gasp. A hand makes its way to my face, patting my head and roughening my hair. Killian immediately returns his attending back to the book he’s reading. This makes me pout. That’s it? I get just a few seconds of attention and this book gets it all? That’s very unfair.

I avert my gaze forward. I’d pick up a book too if my feet could take a step forward, but hey, the human who put me in this condition in the first place is not cuddling me but is reading a book. A freaking book!!

I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“Anything you want, kitten?” Killian’s voice slid in my ears. Something tells me he knows exactly what I want but he wants me to say it. Well, not tonight.

“Leave me alone.” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest and staring ahead. I hear a heavy sigh.

I feel warmth by my side as he leans closer to me. Strong arms fall over my torso, pulling me into an embrace from the side. His head rests on my shoulder, and I feel his noise and lips on my neck. “Are you sure? One word and I’m all yours.” He murmurs.

I squint. “Enjoy reading your book since it’s more important.” I say.

A laugh vibrates into my skin. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of a fucking book now, Hazel?” The softness of his voice and the subtle hint of mockery makes my cheeks burn. I am. I actually am. I can’t believe this. Killian kisses me on the neck. “If you want my undivided attention, say it and I’m all yours.” I feel his tongue on my neck as he sucks me gently. This makes my eyes close and my breath hitch.

“Enjoy your book.” I blurt, keeping my resolve. Why do I have to be the one to ask? He should just do.

A chuckle resounds in my ears as he pulls away from me. “Whatever you want.” Killian shrugs, returning to his initial position on the bed as he holds the book to his face, maintaining a good distance between his face and his hand housing the novel.

This makes me frown. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! I sulk.

My eyes plasters on him. Killian doesn’t even turn to face me. This is so unfair.

Well, he did ask, my mind retorts.

I’m just a girl, I respond to my thoughts in my head. Can’t a girl get some love without having to ask? I mean, come the fuck on!

I rearrange my folded arms on my chest, staring ahead again. “Can I ask you something?” I mutter, not glancing at him.

“Go ahead.” Killian responds.

I immediately go blank. The thing is, I don’t want to come out as needy but I didn’t have a question in mind when I asked that question. I immediately cook one up.

“Would you love me if I was a worm?” Leaves my mouth. My face immediately flush as I hear myself. I want to sink into these sheet immediately but I hide my embarrassment by a firm, serious stare.

Killian returns my gaze. His body curls up to mine and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead. After that he says, “No. I’d kill you.” Then proceeds to continue reading.

My face flattens immediately. Excuse you, what?

“Whatever do you mean by you’d kill me?” I push.

“Worms are disgusting bugs.” He says, eyes completely engrossed in his novel. “If you were a worm, I’d squash you with my feet. Fleet you with insecticide, pour acid all over you.” Now he turns to face me. “Good thing you’re not a worm.” Those words come with a kiss on my forehead.

Ain’t no fucking way!!