In Fury Lies Mischief (Midnight Mayhem 2)

“Maya needs you.”

My grip on the door handle tightens. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s not handling this well, Killian. I get that you want to be here for Saskia.” She looks over my shoulder, and I turn, following her sight.

Sass is awake, watching me across the room. A pool of emotions begins swimming in my gut. Confusion, need, hunger.

Mom draws my attention back to her. “But right now, Maya needs her best friend.”

I lean against the door frame. “She’ll have to settle for you until I know Sass is fine.” Shutting the door in her face, I make my way to the bed.

Sass wriggles into the covers farther, bringing my dark cotton sheets up to her mouth, displaying her eyes only. “I like your bed.”

“My bed likes you back.” I grin at her.

She looks around the room. “Am I in trouble? Why is everyone here?”

Perse scolds her. “You fucking fainted. Freaked me out when Killian was carrying you through his house.”

The only reason why I brought her back here was because my house is the closest to Delila’s, and I didn’t want to take her back there with Maya on some next level shit.

“I’m sorry,” she says, flipping the sheets off her body and swinging her legs over the bed. She turns, looking at me over her shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me back here.”

“Where the fuck else would I take you?”

She rolls her eyes at my outburst, standing to her feet. Over the months, I’ve come to learn how well Saskia takes my personality. It ain’t an easy one to handle, either, but she takes it in her hands and fucking owns it. It’s the sexiest shit in the world when a woman knows how to handle a troubled yet defiant man.

She stretches her arms just as Keaton and Kyrin pile out behind King. Perse pauses, watches me, and then brings her eyes back to Sass. “I’ll be out there if you need me. We’re just getting the last minute things ready for the road.”

Sass nods her head, piling her hair into a knot on the top of her head. “I’ll be a minute.”

Dropping down onto the foot of the bed, I run my hand over my face as she takes a seat beside me. “You need to make sure Maya is alright.”

I still, shaking my head. “Wish people would shut the fuck up about that.”

“Killian…” she whispers, and I bring my eyes to hers over my shoulder. I hide my mouth behind my shoulder, looking right into her bright blue eyes.

“Saskia…” I reply in the same tone she used.

She turns to face me, her hand coming to my cheek. “It all makes sense now, right? The you and I, the bond, but I can’t help but think about the same bond you also share with Maya. I’m a jealous person, Killian. I can’t share anything.”

I open my mouth. “First of—”

“I’m not done.” Her thumb presses against my lip, and I have to fight with all of my instincts that are telling me to suck the fucking thing into my mouth and bite on it. “On top of that, you need to be a good friend to her. She needs you. It’s not in my nature to be selfish and take you away from her.”

“Fuck that.” I stand from the bed, unable to contain my anger.

She searches my eyes from her seat, and I step closer, bringing my hand to her chin and slowly slipping my thumb between her teeth.

“Fucking be selfish, baby. Take me. Hell, just tell me where the fuck to go and I’ll follow willingly. You don’t have to be selfish with anything else, Saskia, but you will always be selfish with me.”

“How so?” she asks, tilting her head.

I feel when she twists her fingers into mine and my heart pounds in my chest.

“Because I’m yours.”

She flushes, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. “Thought you weren’t into monogamy.”

I keep my eyes on hers. “I wasn’t, until I met someone who made me not want to be with anyone else.”

Her eyes squeeze shut, and I lean down to face her. “Look at me, baby.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, so I bring my lips to hers and kiss her softly. The electricity that shoots through from her to me is electric, fucking hypnotic and damn earth shattering, but she doesn’t pull away.

I don’t pull away.

I bring my hand to the back of her neck and slowly massage the skin between her hairline and her spine. “Look at me,” I murmur over her swollen lips.

Slowly, she opens her eyes and sucks the oxygen out of the room while doing it.

“I can’t promise you that I won’t make mistakes. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and well, my relationship with my mother is fucking fragile. Those are red flags alone, and I know that, but—” I need to fucking breathe, but my chest isn’t working. She inches closer, waiting for my next words. “And I know that I’ve done some fucked up things. I will do more fucked up things in the future too, because this is who I am, and I won’t change. I can’t change. You don’t have to forgive me right now for your dad, or even for Hope, but I still need you to know that I’ll wait.”