He nodded. “Saw tuhtules,” he replied.
I glanced up at Dean, who looked pleased that Rush was talking to me. “We had a movie night in my room. Popcorn, brownies, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II,” he explained.
I looked back at Rush. “Raph is my favorite. Which one is yours?” I asked him.
He glanced up at his dad and grinned.
Dean chuckled and ruffled his hair. “He likes Raph, too. I think you just made a new best friend.”
“You’re stealing my woman, little man. Don’t think I don’t see what you’re doing,” Kiro said in a teasing tone as he came up behind me.
I stood up, and his arms circled my waist and pulled me back against his chest.
Dean looked down at Kiro’s arms then back up at me. “So she’s your woman now?”
Kiro bent his head and kissed my temple. “Yeah.”
Dean let out a sigh, then shook his head. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
Kiro’s arms tightened around me. “I do.”
Dean glanced from Kiro to me. “I was talking to her.” Then he reached down and picked up Rush.
We stood there as they walked away. Kiro hadn’t released his hold on me, but he had gone very still. Dean’s words had bothered him. I could tell that much. I wanted to like Dean, I really did, but if he was going to keep upsetting Kiro, I wasn’t going to be able to.
“I know what I’m doing. I want this,” I said firmly. I wanted him to believe me.
He dropped his head to the curve of my neck and inhaled. “God, I hope so,” he replied.
Kiro
Fear. It was that simple. I was fucking eaten up with fear. I couldn’t even take her to her room. I was afraid she’d wise up and leave me. Instead, I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. Then I locked the fucking door behind us. I wanted to keep her here. Forever. Locked away with me. So no one could say anything to change her mind or even look at her. She was all mine.
Just mine. For the first time in my life, I wanted something to be mine. More than I wanted my next breath.
“Kiro.” Her voice was gentle. It was like she knew the battle going on in my head.
“Yeah¸” I replied, as I moved her back toward my bed. I wanted her in my bed.
“Something’s wrong. Talk to me.”
I didn’t want to talk to her. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to taste every part of her body. Then I wanted to fuck her until neither of us could walk.
I reached for her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. I began to unbutton her shorts. I wanted them off. I wanted her naked. My angel naked in my bed. Under my body. Fuck. I was going to lose it.
“Kiro, wait, something is bothering you. What is it?” she asked, as I shoved her shorts down. She stepped out of them obediently.
So perfect. So fucking beautiful. Her skin was flawless and felt like satin. I ran a finger over her shoulders and down to her bra.
“What Dean said, did that upset you? He’s wrong. I want to be here. I’m doing what I want. You’re what I want.”
She was worrying about me. No one ever worried about me. But she was. When I would call her on tour, she always listened. She would be concerned when I hadn’t slept enough and ask me if I was eating properly. She cared. When things were shit, I would call her, and she would be there to remind me someone thought I was worth caring about.
“Emily,” I said, as I reached to unhook her bra. “I don’t give a fuck what Dean says. He doesn’t understand. You’re different for me. He’ll see that soon enough. Stop worrying about me, angel.”
She relaxed some, at least until her bra fell forward and left her bare to me. I went down on my knees in front of her and slowly pulled down the panties she was wearing. They were the same pink satin ones from last night.
“Kiro,” she said breathlessly.
I grabbed one of her legs and picked it up and placed it over my shoulder. “Lean back on the bed,” I told her, as I kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, God!” she cried out.
Smiling, I inhaled the sweet smell between her legs, and I throbbed in my jeans. It was like my damn cock knew I had reached the promised land. Sticking out my tongue, I slid it between her legs and tasted my angel.
“Kiro,” she gasped, and her hands found my hair. “That’s . . . Kiro, oh, that feels so good.”
Hearing her pleasure drove me wilder. I lapped at her, taking in the most delicious fucking treat in the world. She was pure. This was clean, untouched pussy, and it was mine. I would be the only one to have this. “My pussy,” I said, grabbing her thighs and holding them open wider so I could bury my face against her heat. “Mine.”