Page 34 of Blood (A Killer’s Love #4)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Samantha

Cuddled on one of the sofas, we face each other, ignoring the film playing in the background. The room is bright and light.

Our morning has been spent exchanging sweet touches and soft kisses.

“There’s something we should talk about.”

I frown at his serious tone.

“Okay.” I nod, waiting for him to continue.

His large chest expands, rubbing against mine.

“I can’t have children, Sam.”

“Oh.” I frown. “Did you have an accident?”

“No.” He smiles gently. “I’m sorry, I should have been clearer. I meant to say I won’t have children. Biologically. I had a vasectomy.”

I shift, throwing a leg over his right hip.

“I will give you everything you want. So if children are in the cards for you, then we’ll find another way,” he offers.

“Because of our relationship?” I ask, tearing up.

“No, no.” He rushes, his hands soothing over my back. “No, baby. My line, my genes . . . her genes, they end with me.”

Oh. Kaleb doesn’t elaborate on who he means; he doesn’t have to. I know his past life wasn’t a good one. Not that any of my brothers talk about their pasts with me.

His right hand drops down to pat my ass. I’m not sure if it’s to comfort himself or me.

I shrug at his words. “I always envisioned being the fun aunt anyway.” I give a small smile and trace his lips with my finger. “But for what it’s worth, I think you’d make a great dad.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Stern but fair.” I kiss where my finger has traced, peppering his lips with small kisses. “There are many ways to have a child, Kaleb.”

“True.” He nods. “We’ll see what the future brings. But you’d be happy if children didn’t happen for us?” he asks, watching my face for a reaction.

I trace the bridge of his nose down and back up between his beautiful gray eyes. My words are whispered into the small space between us. “I just want you.”

A look settles onto Kaleb’s face, the one from the kitchen a few nights ago.

Slowly, he rolls his large body onto mine, forcing me onto my back. His forearms bracket my head.

“Play with me?” he asks, his nose running along mine.

My body heats. Something tells me he’s not talking about Clue. Shyly, I nod.

Desire pools in his eyes as he stares down at me for just a second. His cock hardens where he presses it against my core.

“Hide-and-seek. I’m going to give you two minutes.”

“And if you find me?” I ask breathily.

Kaleb chuckles, the vibrations making my mouth form an O.

“When I find you,” he corrects, “I’m going to fuck you like you’re not my world. Rough.” He shoves his hips into mine. “Harshly.” He nips at my neck. “All-consuming,” he swears, pulling the hair at the nape of my neck.

“If,” I taunt.

Kaleb pushes up onto his hands, drawing back onto his knees just enough for me to slither my way from beneath him.

“Time starts now.”

My mind races with the best place to hide, but Kaleb sits in the middle of the living room with his eyes closed. Anywhere downstairs is a no because he’ll hear me. So I turn and run, taking the stairs two at a time.

“Don’t fall!” Kaleb calls out sharply.

“Cheat!” I yell back, grinning when I see him looking at me with a worried expression.

He gives me a cheeky smile.

My two minutes aren’t even up yet, and my body is already slick and waiting. But I’m not making it that easy for him.

I run up the next flight of stairs, making sure to be loud about it. Stopping halfway, I slide down the banister, cursing when I nearly slip backward. Silently, I hurry to our parents’ room at the end of the first floor.

Just as I close the door, I catch a glimpse of Kaleb rushing up the stairs to this floor and continuing up the next flight. I leave the door open a crack to make sure he’s gone.

Happy, I switch rooms, running across the hall to the one we’ve spent the last few nights in. Kaleb’s bedroom.

The rumpled sheets greet me, and even hours after we got up, the room still smells like sex.

We really have been busy. I flush. My pussy pulses, more than ready for more, but my mind races at the best way to win.

“Samantha,” Kaleb sings from the upper floor, his boots thudding as he steps down each stair.

Shit.

He cleared that floor quicker than I thought he would. Spinning, I look for a place to hide. The bathroom? No . The closet? No . Under the bed? I bite my lip. Not this time . My eyes linger on the window.

Hmm.

Shimmying the wooden frame up, I peer out. The top of the porch roof is just below. I glance back at the door, hearing him clearing the rooms on this floor now.

Fuck it.

Laughing quietly to myself, I climb out onto the roof and carefully walk to the corner of the house.

He’ll never look out here.

Turning, I plant my ass on the wooden slats and crab crawl to the edge.

There’s a pillar directly below me on the other side of the porch roof.

It’s not the first time I’ve snuck out of this house.

With a grin, I turn onto my hands and knees, moving backward until my legs hang off one by one, my hands holding the edge of the roof.

I hear movement above me at the window, but I dare not look in fear of falling.

Wrapping my legs around the pillar, I slide down the short distance to the porch banister.

Hopping off, I breathe a sigh of relief. I may have snuck out that way before, but I’ve also fallen off that way before too. My late teens were . . . interesting.

I cockily skip to the porch stairs, but the minute my foot touches the first step, the front door flies open.

“I know you didn’t just go out of that fucking window.”

Oh shit!

I jump down all the steps, landing in a crouch, my hands bracing my fall. I feel like a frog. A scared frog.

“No! You’re imagining things. Old age is getting to you!”

Probably shouldn’t poke the bear, but I can’t help myself when it comes to Kaleb Cromwell.

“Samantha Cromwell, you’re going to have a red ass as well as a sore pussy when I’m finished with you.”

I almost come at his words. Kaleb has spanked me many times over the years, but never in a way that’s meant to be enjoyed. The idea of him doing it while inside me has me faltering in my attempt to hide behind Daniel’s truck.

Dropping to my knees, I search for Kaleb’s feet.

“You’re just making this harder for yourself.”

“I don’t know. You look pretty hard,” I sass, commenting on the tent in his sweats.

Kaleb chuckles as I crawl around the truck. Dropping lower, I try to see where he went again. I look left and right, but he’s disappeared.

“Find what you’re looking for?”

I scream at the sudden sound of his voice next to my ear.

With a shit-eating grin, Kaleb hauls me to my feet.

“You’re in big trouble, little girl,” he growls.

It’s as if he presses factory reset. My mind goes blank, and I no longer control my body. I stand pressed face-first against the side of the truck while Kaleb opens the door.

My lungs remind me to breathe as he pushes me down over the bench seat. My toes can barely touch the ground, the gravel just scraping the tip of my sneakers.

Kaleb makes quick work of my sweats. I look back in time to see his join mine, bunched at our ankles.

He doesn’t prep me, not that he needs to—my body is more than ready for him.

We both cry out as he pushes his way into me. Reaching out, I claw at the black seat, desperate to find any kind of perch, any sort of leverage as Kaleb’s hips attack mine.

True to his words, he fucks me like I don’t matter. The sound of skin hitting skin penetrates the winter air.

Hot and cold take turns rushing over my body every time he pulls away, and I’m exposed to the elements.

Pain and warmth suddenly ignite in my right ass cheek, followed by the sound of his hand connecting with my flesh. Like my brain can’t register the feel until I’ve heard the sound.

My pussy quivers.

“Ahh,” I cry out my pleasure.

“You will never do that again?” Kaleb grunts.

“What?” I cry, my mind still empty of all thoughts outside of the pounding I’m receiving.

What did I do? I blink, trying to remember, but Kaleb hits a spot inside me that makes my mouth fall open. Oh shit.

My release builds in the pit of my stomach. I’m so close.

Another slap rains down.

“The window,” he hisses, thrusting his hips. “You never do that again.”

“I won’t,” I promise, desperate for him to give me what I need. I’d promise anything at this moment if it meant staying on the hill my body is climbing.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Kaleb chants.

The frantic words pierce through my haze, along with a rumbling sound.

I turn my head, but I can only see the inside of the truck.

“There’s a car coming. You need to come before it gets here.”

What?

“No, no, no.” I chant, trying to push myself up from the bench, but Kaleb’s hold only gets stronger. A hand in the middle of my back presses me down. His hips get more demanding. His cock hits something inside me. “Oh God,” I call. “Right there, right there.”

“Come on,” Kaleb coaches, “come on my cock while our parents drive down here.”

Mom and Dad?

I don’t know if it’s his words, his brutal thrusts, or the feel of him striking my already sore ass cheek, but I cry out, my orgasm punching through me. It pulls the pleasure from his body, and his cum streams and streams into me.

I push myself to stand, and my hips are still flush with the edge of the truck seat. I look up the road to see the hood of our parents’ car heading our way.

Kaleb grips my hips, still pumping his seed into me. His pleasure is never-ending. One last groan and his movements cease, his hips shoved tightly against my ass.

I love the feel of him so deep inside me. I miss him the instant he withdraws.

“How did you know it was them?” I pant, reaching for my sweats.

When he doesn’t answer, I glance back to see Kaleb watching as his cum drips out of me.

“A guess.” He shrugs calmly like we didn’t just fuck in our brother’s truck. “Hop in.” He nods to the open door while pulling up his pants and tucking himself away.

I do as I’m told. The door clangs closed loudly behind me.

I grip the base of my throat and try to remember how to breathe.

They didn’t see, I reassure myself. There’s no way, not at that distance.

My heart is just starting to slow when a bang on the truck window makes me scream. Water hits the glass.

Kaleb’s grinning face distorts through the water, my dad’s soon joining him.

“What are you kids doing out here?”

“Cleaning Daniel’s truck,” Kaleb says like it’s obvious. “I figure since he let me borrow it to get home last night, it’s the least we can do.”

Quick thinking.

I wait with bated breath for Dad’s response.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, son.”

“What are you doing here?” Kaleb asks.

“We brought your car back. Besides, like your father could keep me away any longer.” Mom tuts, rounding the truck.

“You changed the tire?” Kaleb asks Dad.

“I’ve been known to do that from time to time. I do own a trucking business,” Dad sasses. I swear he’s where I get it from. “I don’t know what you went over, but it sliced the tire clean open.”

“I didn’t feel anything.” Kaleb frowns. “Thank you for fixing it.”

I watch as Mom pulls Kaleb into a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Relaxed.” He smiles as she pats his cheek.

Lowering the window, I poke my head out.

“You missed a bit,” I declare, pointing at a dry patch on the side of the truck.

“Oh, yeah,” Kaleb agrees.

I see the look on his face but don’t have time to react before the hose turns to me. Water hits my face, the spray fans out lighter than when he was aiming for the metal. Through the water I see his thumb covering the hole slightly to soften the blow.

My grin matches his.

“Asshole!”

“Samantha!” Mom and Dad yell.

Leaving me dripping in more ways than one, Kaleb continues to wash the truck.

My heart skips a beat, watching him smirk at our parents.

There’s no way this can end well.