“Will,” Kat interrupts. She’s paused from blowing on my knuckles, gently stroking my palm. “I don’t care about any of that. Honestly, I trust you. No man has ever excited me the way you do, and that messed me up. I thought I was falling for a total horn dog who couldn’t appreciate my feelings. But I can see how upset you are—I can’t have any doubts.”
She’s grinning this really sly, gorgeous grin.
The look on her face might unsettle me, if I wasn’t so in love with her. It’s a self-assured, contented look, and I’m not sure I’ve had a woman look at me like this before.
What convinced her?
My heroic climb up the balconies, punching that fuckwit Paxton…there’s a good few million out the window.
Sarah won’t be happy. I really don’t know.
But I’m hoping it’s the tone of my voice and the look on my face. It’s painful.
I need her to trust me. I feel like I can’t survive without it…can’t move.
“You really wrecked your hand,” she says softly, still stroking my palm and checking out my knuckles.
“I’ve seen worse,” I say, minimizing it all. I take another sip of whiskey. “Look, I’m not done.”
I start going through the phone again—into bad territory now, where I can’t even remember the girl’s names and I’ve labeled them things like ‘wicked anal’, ‘loves to suck cock’, ‘threesome guaranteed’, ‘likes double penetration’, and ‘uninhibited AF’, to name a few.
I hold the phone out to Kat.
“I want you to see how serious I am. These are all going—deleted. I can’t tell you the day I’ve had today. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to amuse myself in lots of ways, but nothing satisfied me.”
I put my poor bruised hand on her cheek.
“I just want you,” I confess.
“Will…” She leans into my hand. “I want you, too.”
“Actually.” I have to laugh. “It’s all kind of Sarah’s fault. Again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah. After I split from here, I took off out the back of the country club, and she found me there. She was trying to scare you off, but only because she thought I would move on by then. It really kind of blew her mind that I was out there feeling miserable. She didn’t think it was even possible. But she’s the one who told me to come here and tell you…”
“Tell me what?” She’s grinning right now.
Its gold, it’s priceless. So mischievous.
She knows what. But she’s always going to tease me, and that’s what I love so much about her.
I find myself grinning, too—that ridiculous ‘fuck you’ grin that pisses off the young and old.
“To tell you I love you. That I can’t live without you.”
“And what about poor…” She lifts my phone. “‘Only from behind’?” she asks, chuckling. She scrolls. “Or ‘into toe stuff’?”
“Deleted.” I take the phone back, scrolling and deleting. “‘Ms. tiny boobs’, gone. ‘Ms. short skirt’, gone. ‘Twin sisters’…hmmm. Hard one, but gone. Oh! ‘Ms. likes-to-be-fucked in trees’, gone!”
Kat leans in and kisses me, pushing the phone away. First it’s just a quick, slow kiss, but she keeps moving forward, pushing me down on the couch as she crawls on top of me.
The whole time, she’s spoiling me with soft, hot, lingering kisses.
“Will,” she whispers into my mouth.
There goes my cock, rising to the occasion.