“Okay, I got them!” Eddie tells the guy.
“You know what room to take those to, Eddie,” Kieran says, slipping his hands into his slacks.
“You got new mattresses?” I ask with disbelief. A sly smile spreads across his face before he shrugs and heads toward the cabin.
“I don’t normally sleep at night, but listen to you bitch about the mattresses definitely didn’t help, princess.” He tosses over his shoulder, and my mouth drops. He just called me a damn princess. I’m not that needy. Am I? I mean the sheets and mattress have been sitting there for years, they’re old and falling apart. Moths have eaten them along with mice and god knows what else.
Inside, Eddie is already taking out the old mattresses, his muscles bulging as he picks it up over his head.
“Where should I take these?” he asks Kieran as if he’s the boss.
“Put them next to the Escalade.”
“We could put them in the other room, where you could sleep,” I suggest, trying to put some space in between us before I overstep a line I can’t get back from.
Kieran’s eyes snap to mine, and he takes a step up to me, his face forward.
“Someone regretting that kiss?” he rasps, and my spine goes straight. He thumbs my bottom lip and walks away. Leaving me in a mess of want and denial.
“So… outside?” Eddie asks, confused. Kieran gives him a stern look, and Eddie hauls them out the front door. Walking into the room, the white pillow-top mattresses sing to me, literally begging me to come lay on them. Instead, I run my hand over the soft top and nearly moan at how amazing it feels.
“Do you like them?” Kieran whispers into the back of my ear, making me jump.
“Very much,” I reply, happy to have some luxury back in my life. I never thought I’d miss a bed, but I really miss mine back in New York.
“The things we could do on this bed, hmm?” he continues, his hot sticky breath coating my neck and making my nipples press into my bra.
Turning around, the back of my knees against the bed, I look up at him.
“Kieran, I—”
He presses a hand on either side of the mattress giving me no choice but to lay back as he hovers over me, his arms straight giving only a foot of space between our chests. Dominate blue eyes focus on me, the smell of his cologne surrounding me, fill my nostrils and mouth. My hands itch with the undeniable craving to run them through his hair, to feel the silkiness as the strands run through my fingers. My eyes fall to his lips, goddamn those plush, pouty lips of his. I want to feel them on me again, to have the electricity course through me from the simple contact.
“We’d never work,” I finally say, the restraint in my voice obvious.
Shoving off the bed, he turns away from me and runs a hand through his hair.
“I’m starting to understand why your father left.” He growls.
My mouth drops, my heart feeling as if it had just been ripped from my chest.
“What does that mean?”
“You’re too fucking needy, hot and cold. If your mother is anything like you I see why your dad fucking left,” he continues with an angry voice, leaving me in the bedroom with glossy filled eyes. Swiftly getting up off the bed, I follow him out of the room and into the hall.
“You know nothing about my father!” I shout, my arm outstretched as I point at him. My father loved us, he didn’t leave because we’re too much. I was just a kid, for Christ’s sakes. He doesn’t even look over his shoulder to acknowledge my outburst.
Coming into the kitchen I find the mug I was drinking out of grabbing it I throw it at him, hitting him in the back before the cup falls and breaks. He turns around with a depraved sparkle in his eyes, his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists.
Shamefully scared of him, I take a step back, regretting my recent tantrum. He steps to me slowly, and I back away until my back is up against the sink.
He grabs my chin, arching my neck so I have to look him in the face. Heartless cold irises stare me down until the need to cry has my chest feeling five times heavier. I’m a strong person, but when it comes to my dad, I am weak. Without saying a word, he lets go and stalks off toward the front door, gently closing it behind him.
A sob escapes my mouth, using the back of my hand I cover my lips and make my way to my room. Kieran is a heartless bastard that enjoys bringing about emotional suffering on others. I can’t be with him. I can’t do this.