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I’m not falling for him. I’m not. But something about the way he fucked me over the hood of my car, wouldn’t let me come, then put me on my knees to swallow his load, helped me up, wiped my bottom lip, and whispered, “Alright, we can go now” definitely made something flutter.

I could barely concentrate as we shopped, and the drive home involved a lot of thigh clenching and teeth gritting.

Gods, he makes me violently horny.

But I’m also being punished for coming last night when he was trying to edge me. I refused to apologize for it, and then might’ve gotten a little bit of an attitude this morning. I’m not a morning person. He knows this. God and the devil know this. And what was I supposed to do? We were out of coffee.

So here we are. A full day where I’m not allowed to come and he can still do whatever he likes to me.

I’d probably be even grumpier if I didn’t love it so much.

It, not him, let’s get that straight.

When he parks the car in the drive, I don’t move. I sit there with crossed arms and a pouty lip, still tasting him on my tongue.

Killian sits back in his seat to watch me, reaching out to flick my bottom lip with an amused expression. “You’re pouting, Roo.”

“I’ve had zero caffeine and less orgasms today. It’s raining, I think I’m about to start my period, and you laughed at me for wanting to buy a stuffed skunk. I’m not having a good day, I can pout if I want to.”

When he chuckles at me, I have a vivid vision of me poking him in the eyes for it. “Yes, you can pout if you want to, and most of those reasons are valid. But skunks are just overgrown farting rats. You really wanted him?”

“Stuffed animals don’t fart, but you sure do. I still put up with you, don’t I?”

“Mmhm and you definitely don’t fart at all.” He reaches over to squeeze my nose, then grabs my chin when I try to pull away. “Give me those eyes.” I flick my gaze up to his without hesitation and see pure satisfaction. “Be grouchy all you need, okay? But while you’re at it, let’s go try those chocolate cake cookies we just got the ingredients for, and then I’ll play with your hair. Think you can do that for me?”

I’m not sure I deserve him.

Deflating, I nod, tipping my face to kiss his palm. “Yes, Killian. I can do that.”

He lets me go and helps me get the groceries inside through the pouring rain, then peppers kisses all over my face until I have to laugh. It’s hard to be mad at him, even when I think he deserves it.

Once we’re dry and everything is put away, I grab the recipe for the cookies and stare at it. “I don’t like baking. I’ve told you that, right? I’m not saying it to be argumentative, more of a formal heads up that there might be some cussing involved.”

“I know, but you promised you’d bake me a cake when we first met, so I know you can do it. We’ll learn together since we’re craving cookies instead.”

“I did say that, didn’t I? A nice chocolatey reward for murder.” Sighing, I preheat the oven and grab a mixing bowl. “Alright, big boy. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Big boy,” he mutters, smacking my ass as he sets out the cocoa powder and sugars. We mix the ingredients in silence right up until I’m cracking my second egg, so he catches me off guard when he decides to open a conversation. “Are you on birth control or anything?”

“You’re asking that now?” I laugh. “Bit late, don’t you think? You’ve put enough cum inside of me to father a football team.”

Killian bites his lip. “About that. I was told my condition could lead to uh... low sperm count. Quantity doesn’t always equal quality, so I always assumed I’d probably struggle to have kids. You mentioned your period and it made me think about that, and then I realized I really dropped the ball on that question. Guess it is a little late, huh?”

Suddenly, I’m not laughing anymore. That’s heavy. “I’m sorry. I’ve got an IUD so I’m solid for birth control. It hasn’t failed me yet.”

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not for sure or anything, but I figured it was worth mentioning. Do you get periods every month with that thing or are they more spaced out?”

“Mine have been pretty regular. I do miss some, but the only real difference is I don’t bleed those months. I still feel all the other ridiculous side effects.” Reaching up, I dab a little bit of flour on his nose. “Being a girl is a good time.”

“Sounds like it.” He grabs my hand with a chuckle and leans in to bite my jaw. “I’m really glad you are one though.”

“Mhm, I bet,” I tease, turning away from him before he can turn me on again. “Let’s finish these.”

I ignore the flirty smile on his face as he brings over the bowl with the dry ingredients because I know he knows the effect he has on me. “Can’t wait to taste.”

The cookies or me?

I don’t have the guts to say it out loud. There’s zero chance I make it through without an orgasm if his tongue goes anywhere near my pussy, so I refuse to give him the idea. Not today. “I’m sure the cookies will be delicious.”

Once the batter is mixed, Killian brings over the cookie tray and we fill it up quickly. We make a good team, even with this.

We only made enough dough for two trays, so once they’re filled and in the oven, he interlocks his fingers with mine and tugs me over to the couch. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“People pick just one?” I ask, leaning back against the counter. “I like a lot of movies but I don’t think I could ever choose a favorite.”

“Alright, fair point. Then which of your favorites is your grouchy ass in the mood for now?”

He braces his hands on each side of me and cages me in, making my heart stutter. “ A Knight’s Tale ,” I mumble. “That sounds good.”

“You got it. Are you comfortable or would you rather change?”

Yeah, I’m not sure I deserve him.

Kissing him softly, I whisper that I do want to change, then move a little too quickly around him to get to the bathroom.

I felt it. The fucking telltale sign that I’m bleeding — the most heinous and uncomfortable of all feelings, brought about by demons. Normally I’m a prepper. But after four normal periods in a row, I thought for sure this would be the one I skipped.

Fucker must’ve fucked me so hard he kickstarted it.

Grumbling to myself, I take a super quick body shower with his soap, dry off, put a tampon in, and walk naked into his room to grab a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Since this is obviously his fault, he can deal with it.

When I come back out, he has the cookies we baked and some water resting on the coffee table. He’s sitting there with his legs wide, and a soft smile that tells me he’s happy to see me in his clothes. “Comfy, baby?”

He pats the couch cushion next to him, drawing me in. The pet names should scare me. The intimacy should scare me. These aren’t things you do with someone you’re casually fucking, and they’re damn sure not things you do with your kidnapper. But as I curl up into a ball next to him with my head in his lap, I find I don’t care.

I’ll take the comfort where I can get it, no matter how many strings might be attached. “Did you try one of the cookies?”

“No, I was waiting for you. This is a big moment for us,” he says teasingly, reaching over to get one so he can feed it to me. “Are you cramping?”

“A little, but mine always get worse at night.”

We both take a bite and moan at how delicious and soft the cookies are, and after we demolish two each, we make ourselves comfortable and his hand slides down my stomach to apply pressure exactly where I need it. “So did it start? Is that why you showered?”

I nod, licking a little bit of melted chocolate off my lips. “Yep. It was also a handy excuse to use your soap.”

Killian chuckles, his free hand sliding through my hair. “Well you look good in my clothes, so you can steal those whenever you want. Only fair since I steal your panties so often.”

“Mmhm. I’m running out of clean ones at this point, do I need to come get them back?”

“You might have to fight me for that lace pair from yesterday, but the rest you can wash.”

He put one of my favorite movies on for me and I can’t seem to focus on anything but his hands. They feel so good against my skin, so warm and comforting. Who needs a heating pad when you’re living with an overheated giant? “Mmhm,” I hum. “Keep ‘em all. It’s fine.”

“Nah, I can’t because then you’ll stop wearing them and sometimes I just breathe them in for comfort.” His fingers freeze against my scalp. “Let’s pretend I didn’t say that out loud.”

“Sorry, I can’t. No take backs.”

His movement begins again, and when I peek up at his expression, I find him smiling at the screen. “So I take it you don’t smell my boxers for comfort?”

“No, that’s not really a thing for us,” I laugh. “Armpits, yes. Boxers no.”

“So armpits are better than balls? What about after I chop wood?”

“Armpits on a hygienic man are infinitely better than balls on any man. When you chop wood, your natural scent mixes with your deodorant and makes me want to hump you.”

His gaze flicks down to mine and he bites his lip. “You’re welcome to do that whenever you want.”

“I would right now, but I’m grounded.” Raising an eyebrow, I tip my head back to look at him better. “I’m also on my period so I guess I couldn’t either way.”

“If you think that would scare me away, guess again.” He raises his eyebrow right back at me and then smirks. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you come before bed because I just read orgasms help cramps.”

Satisfied, I hum and snuggle a little closer to him. “Good. Now hush, you’re ruining all of Wat’s jokes.”

“Okay, I’ll hush.”

I keep my eyes on the screen even after his hand moves away, but when he brings it back my vision is blocked completely when he sets something soft on my face. The faint scent of chemicals makes me nervous for half a second until I reach up and feel a long, fluffy tail.

Bolting up, I pull it back and look directly into the eyes of the stuffed skunk we saw earlier. “What? You didn’t leave, how did you get him?”

“I got him when we were there, I just hid him in the basket. I was saving him for when Flow decided to visit so I could make you smile.”

I guess she didn’t wait long.

And here, I thought he was making fun of me for being a grown woman wanting a stuffed animal. Really, he just wanted to find a way to make me happy.

My chest tightens as I spin around and climb into his lap — not to kiss him or seduce him, just to hug him. “Thank you.”

He only hesitates for a second in surprise before his arms wrap around me tightly. “You’re welcome. He’s not sleeping in our bed though.”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t throw you out of the entire house before I sleep without him,” I whisper, entirely serious. “Tell him you’re sorry.”

“I’d like to know exactly how your tiny ass plans on doing that, but I think I know better than to fuck with a woman this time of month. Something tells me you’d find a way.” He nuzzles into my neck and sighs. “Okay sorry, Skunky or whatever your name is.”

“His name is Gus.”

“Gus,” he repeats. “Just glad it’s not Killian Jr.”

“Good idea,” I tease, picking him up again and snuggling him to my chest as I settle back down in Killian’s lap. “But I can’t moan the name of a skunk ten times a day. Gus will do.”

“You do moan it a lot, huh?”

“I’ll do it again if you go back to playing with my hair... and stop interrupting Wat.”

“Which one is Wat?”

His hands return to their previous places as he turns his attention back on the screen, making me laugh. We’re too far into this movie for him to not know. “The redhead with anger issues.”

“Sounds familiar, huh, Gus?” he whispers, but it doesn’t bother me.

“What can I say? We’re pretty awesome.”

The way he plays with my hair lulls me back to a contented silence as we watch.

I thought by now I’d be losing my mind trapped here, but as my eyes start to close on their own... I realize this is the most at peace I’ve ever been.

I hope it lasts.