Page 12 of Killer (The Skulls #5)

Killer heard Kelsey in the kitchen.

From the sheer nightgown lying in the laundry basket he knew she was fully dressed.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he glanced around the room wishing he’d woken to her in his arms.

The scent of coffee wafted up to him.

Climbing out of bed, he did his business and turned the shower on. He needed to wake up fully. Being sleepy was not going to do for the rest of the day.

Stretching the sleep out of his body, he turned the shower on waiting for the water to warm up.

Since the night of Kelsey’s attempted suicide he’d not slept well at all.

He’d not been lying last night either.

There was no reason for him to keep on living if he didn’t have his woman.

Letting the warm water cascade down his body, he fisted his length feeling the arousal start to stir.

Thinking about Kelsey in the sheer nightwear he moaned, resting his head on his arm as he worked his arousal.

If she’d not pulled away last night he’d have been tempted to fuck her.

There was only so much a man could take before he gave in to temptation and took what he wanted.

The imagined feel of her tight cunt brought him to orgasm quickly.

He gritted his teeth keeping the noise locked inside.

The orgasm was nice but not what he really craved.

Watching the white strands of his semen wash down the drain, he finished in the shower.

Once out, he dried and dressed himself quickly.

The scent of bacon mingled with the coffee, calling to him.

Heading downstairs, he placed a shirt over his head, rounding the corner to find Kelsey standing in a pair of jeans and shirt.

She turned to smile at him.

The shirt was long enough to hide the bandages on her arms.

Sandy had told him she’d need to change them this morning and had talked him through what he needed to do.

“Morning,” she said.

“Morning.”

He walked to her, landing a kiss on her head before taking a seat. Looking down at his hand he stared at the gold band on his wedding ring. Fuck, he was starting to feel like a fucking pussy. Killer wanted to bind Kelsey to him giving her no choice but to stay with him.

He wished their marriage was fucking real. Fisting his hands, he thought about Michael wondering what the bastard was thinking right that second.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind. I started making some breakfast for us both,”

she said, handing him a coffee.

Grabbing her hand, he tugged her close after she’d put the steaming mug in front of him.

“I missed you.”

She rested on his lap with her hands gripping his shoulders.

“I wanted to make you something,”

she said. Her gaze dropped to his lips. Cock filling back up, he claimed her lips, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.

She pulled away first.

“The bacon will burn.”

Releasing her, he let her go to finish breakfast. Sipping his coffee, he watched her move around the kitchen. Her ass was so fucking full, begging to be spanked. He couldn’t wait to get her ready to sink inside her tight flesh.

“This is our house now, Kels. You’ve got to get used to working inside it,”

he said, taking another sip of coffee.

“I know. It’s just weird.”

She served up their breakfast, moving to sit beside him. The shirt she wore was tight around her breasts, showcasing the full mounds.

One day he’d have her naked at his table while they ate.

“We’ve got to make the most of our situation.”

Picking up his knife and fork he dived into the eggs and bacon.

“Killer, I don’t regret us sharing a house. What I hate is knowing it’ll come to an end,”

she said, smiling sadly at him.

Grabbing her hand, he stared into her eyes.

“When all this is over we’ll find a place together.”

“When all this is over I won’t have the money.”

“You’re a dental nurse, Kels, and believe it or not, I’ve got quite a bit put by for a rainy day.”

She chuckled, and he loved the sound.

They ate their breakfast in silence. Killer placed his cell phone on the table in case of any incoming calls. He wasn’t in a rush to end their time together, but he wanted Michael out of their life.

“What do you think we should do today?”

she asked, standing up.

“I’ll help you with the dishes.”

He dried all the dishes loving the domestic feeling of being stood by her in their home.

Not our home.

The moment the danger was all over, he’d be investing in their own place.

“We’re going out. I’m going to get myself acquainted with the new boss, and we’re going to be seen around town.”

“Where is your leather cut?”

she asked.

“Keeping a low profile, baby. No cut and no mention of The Skulls. We’re a married couple trying to make a life for each other.”

She finished washing the sides down as he went back to grab the bag Sandy packed for him. Sitting at the table he changed her dressings checking over her marks before covering them back up.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No need to thank me. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Together they left the house, climbing into the car to head back into town.

He found an available parking space in the parking lot around the back of the small shopping mall.

He took her hand, and they headed out together.

He nodded at people they passed.

Wearing a long shirt covered up his tats.

For the first time since he joined The Lions, he was finally a civilian.

Women still gazed his way.

A few men stared at Kelsey, but she clung to his side like a lifeline. Compared to the women she looked pale. She’d not gotten out all that much to get some sun.

With them being alone away from the danger he’d make sure she spent a great deal of time in the garden getting a tan.

“Do you think we’ll fit in?”

she asked.

“We’re already fitting in.”

Crossing the main road he headed toward the mechanic shop where Mason stood waiting.

“Hey, man. I didn’t think you’d make it in today.”

“Wanted to come and meet the man I’m working for,” he said.

The shop had two cars already in place to be worked on underneath.

“Jason is in his office. Be careful. He’s not in a good mood, but then, he’s rarely in a good mood,”

Mason said.

Leaving Kelsey with the other man he made his way toward the back. Knocking on the partially open door Killer waited for permission to enter the room.

“What?”

The harsh voice called through.

Entering the room he stared at the middle aged man behind the desk. His head was bent over a sheet of numbers. His temples were graying, and Killer spotted ink up and down the man’s arms.

“Are you the fucker Alex wants to put to work?”

Jason asked, looking up. There was a scar down one side of his face. He looked vicious, scary, and not altogether pleasant.

“I guess so.”

He took a seat in the chair opposite.

“Last I checked Alex is paying you to pay me.”

“Yeah, I owe the fucker my life.”

Jason pointed to his eye.

“Can you at least work on cars? Last thing I need is for you to fuck up the cars we’ve already got in place.”

“Yeah, I can work on cars.”

“Good, that’s all I need to know. You’re starting on Monday. I don’t want any bad shit brought to my establishment. I hear you got a woman with you?”

“Yeah, she’s out front with Mason. You want me to introduce her?”

Jason nodded.

“I want to see if she’ll cause me any trouble.”

Leaving the office he found Kelsey stood along the far wall watching Mason work on the car.

“Hey, baby.”

He tugged her close, slamming his lips down on hers. She moaned, opening up to him.

“Kelsey, I’d like you to meet my new boss, Jason.”

Killer introduced the two.

“It’s so good of you to take him,”

she said, offering her hand.

“Are you satisfied?”

Killer asked.

“Yeah, for now. Come back on Monday. You’ll have work waiting for you then.”

Jason walked away.

Mason cleaned his hands on a towel moving toward them.

“He’s moody but a good boss. You won’t be disappointed.”

Killer wouldn’t dispute that.

Taking Kelsey around the town he felt himself begin to relax.

The outside world could wait.

For now, it was just him and Kelsey with their troubles being handled by the rest of the club.

He wasn’t going to waste a single moment of it.

****

Slamming the door of his car, Michael buttoned up his shirt and entered The Skulls’ domain.

Cars and bikes filled the compound, and the mechanic shop was closed for a change.

He didn’t enter Fort Wills without being completely in the know about The Skulls.

They caused a problem for anyone who entered their territory about to break the law.

“What the fuck are you doing on my land?”

Tiny said, coming out of the door.

Several men and a couple of women exited the clubhouse to face him.

Michael knew all of their names, including the women.

He spotted Angel instantly.

One of his men thought she’d pull in a tidy sum, but there was no way any of them was willing to take on Lash.

Nasty business dealing with the biker group, not to mention their connection to Chaos Bleeds, which kept most of their enemies away.

He noted Killer was missing from the group.

“Where is she?” he asked.

“Who?”

Zero asked.

“You can play games all you want. Kelsey is mine. It won’t be long before I get her back and Killer is in prison for kidnapping.”

The threat was not an empty one.

He imagined his own enemies were already on the hunt to use her against him.

Fuck, this was becoming more of a mess than he anticipated.

Maybe he should have divorced her when she asked. What was the point in staying married to a woman who clearly didn’t want him?

Sandy stood glaring at him with hands on her hips.

“Do you really think this is clever keeping her away from me?”

“Kelsey wants a divorce. You ever thought she might take matters into her own hands,”

Tate said, speaking up. Murphy had his hands on her shoulders keeping her back.

Tiny stared back at him, looking him up and down.

“Get inside,”

Tiny said, to all of them.

Michael watched as all of Tiny’s people left him alone.

“That was a bit stupid, don’t you think?”

“You’re nothing but a boy playing in a tank full of sharks. Your first mistake was coming into my town.”

“What’s my second?”

Michael asked.

“Thinking we wouldn’t find out the truth.”

Tiny closed the distance between them. When he placed his hands on Michael’s shoulders it took all of his strength not to crumble under the pressure. Tiny was an older man, but he sure wasn’t weak.

Tiny smirked, clearly seeing how strong he was. He fisted the lapels of his jacket. Michael jerked in his arms feeling more like a rag doll than a fully grown man.

“Michael Granito, Fort Wills is my town, and I take care of everyone in my town.”

“What the fuck are you getting at?”

Michael asked, gritting the words between his teeth.

“What am I getting at?”

Tiny asked, smiling.

Nodding, he glanced behind him knowing his guards were waiting for the signal to come to his aid. The last thing he needed was for this man to see him in need of help.

“I know about you. I know about the girls. If I so much as find any of our women, and I don’t just mean the club women, missing, I’m coming for you. All of my enemies have one destination. Do you know where?”

Michael waited for Tiny to finish.

“In the ground. Fuck with me and it will be your last act.”

Tiny shoved him away.

“Get the fuck off my property.”

****

One week later

Kelsey checked over the chicken with garlic and thyme in the oven. The rice she’d cooked was keeping warm in the oven, and the sauce was on the stove. One week they’d been in Paradise Rocks, but it felt like a lifetime. He’d been working at the mechanic shop for a couple of days returning home stinking of engine fluid and covered in grease. Leaving the kitchen she cleaned away the mess from her day at home. Killer’s one demand for her was to soak up the sun while he was at work.

She missed working as a dental nurse and wished there was a way for them to get back to their lives. Standing at the window she stared out over the lawn. The grass didn’t need mowing. Her life was so boring.

When Killer got home, he’d go for a shower, then eat his dinner before they sat down watching movies. By the time they got to bed he’d hold her close and fall asleep. Nothing else happened between them.

“This fucking sucks,”

she said, cursing out like mad. She wanted Killer to touch her, to make love to her. The other day he’d taken her to the library, and she’d absorbed every sex scene she could find. Watching movies she hoped the love scenes they saw would spark something inside him. Instead he looked bored more than anything else.

Her wrists were healing. The plasters would be coming off in no time. Sandy was stopping by to check them over on Friday. She couldn’t wait to have them come off.

Thumping the pillow she glared at her reflection. Her body was on fire, and she didn’t even get to talk to Tate, who always calmed her down.

“Fuck, what did the pillow do?”

Killer asked, catching her attention. Turning around she saw he’d come through the back door.

“Why did you come through the back door?”

She stood up, pushing strands of hair off her face.

“I’m a mess.”

He opened his arms up for her to see all the mess.

“I’m heading for a shower. We’ll talk in a minute.”

No, we won’t talk. You’ll eat, and then we’ll watch a movie, and nothing will ever happen.

Ranting through her thoughts, she stamped her foot. Feeling childish, she headed back into the kitchen to finally serve them up some food. She tried to squash the feelings down. Killer tried more moves on her when they weren’t alone. His touch always set her aflame.

I’m a twenty-six year old virgin.

Fuck, I almost died a virgin.

Tears filled her eyes at the uselessness of her situation. How could she beg him for sex? It wasn’t in her style at all, yet it was all she could imagine. Her dreams were filled with his possessive touch. By the time morning came she was so turned on and shaken she left the bed before he could see her breaking apart for his touch.

She took out the chicken, served up two plates of food. Pouring the sauce over the meal she heard Killer enter the room.

“Something smells so good,”

he said, taking a seat.

Putting the plate in front of him, she waited for him to sit before grabbing her own plate and sitting next to him. Remaining silent, she ate without even looking at him. His cell phone buzzed, and he pulled it out to read the text.

The last thing she knew about Fort Wills and Michael was the fact they couldn’t find the proof linking him to some underhanded dealings. Part of her hope they never found anything as that way she and Killer would be alone a lot longer.

“Alex is onto something. He’s returning to Vegas to get something more. We could be back home before we know it.”

Slamming her fork back on the table, she glared at Killer.

“Anything wrong?” he asked.

Growling in frustration, she stood up, chucked her food away and stomped away from him. She entered the sitting room staring at the pillow she’d been attacking earlier. Even though she felt like a child, she started hitting out, wishing it was something harder for her to break apart.

“What the hell is going on with you?”

Killer asked, grabbing her around the arms, trapping them by her side.

Fighting him, Kelsey tried to break free of his hold. Stamping on his foot didn’t achieve anything at all, and trying to sink her nails into his arms didn’t help either.

“Stop!”

He shouted the word. Wriggling in his arms, she finally stopped fighting and slumped. Only his hold on her kept her on her feet.

The moment he released her, she spun and slapped him around the face. Raising her palm she went to hit him again, but he caught her wrist.

“Enough!”

“No, why did you bring me here? Why?”

He frowned.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked.

Her handprint stood out on his cheek. She got little satisfaction at the mark she’d given him.

“You could have sent any of your men or even a fucking prospect to supervise me, so why did you have to come?”

“You’re not making any sense at all.”

He placed a hand to her hand. Batting his touch away she glared at him.

“Have you had too much sun today?”

“No, I’ve not had any sun. I’m just thinking clearly for the first time in weeks. God, I actually thought you wanted me. I was so fucking wrong it’s not even funny anymore. The clothes, the movies, nothing is doing it for you, is it?”

Her cheeks were on fire at her wicked thoughts.

Killer paused, staring at her and then past her shoulder.

“I actually don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

“God, I’m talking about sex. Why are you here when you clearly don’t want to be with me?”

She was shouting the words. Her hands flew all over the place in exasperation.

Silence fell between them at her admission.

Killer’s answer was to laugh.

Seriously, he was laughing at her.

Hitting his chest, she slapped him hard hoping to shut him up.

Once again he caught her to him, stopping her from lashing out and hurting him everywhere. The way the bastard was treating her, he deserved a little pain. None of her emotions made any sense to her. She wanted Killer, and yet he kept her at arms’ length. Was she wrong to want him?

The laughter died as the first tear fell from her eyes.

Glaring at him she waited for more of his laughter.

“Do you really think I don’t want you?” he asked.

“You’ve not even tried to be with me. Why should I believe anything else?”

she asked, tensing.

He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back to look into her eyes.

“You really don’t have a clue, do you?”

She remained silent hoping he’d put her mind at ease.

Killer shook his head.

“All of your education and a degree to your name, and you don’t have a clue.”

“If you’re going to keep throwing my lack of knowledge in my face, let me go.”

“No, I’m not letting you go at all.”

He slammed his lips down on hers moving his hands down to cup her ass. She gasped as he thrust his pelvis against her stomach. His cock was rock hard, pressing against the front of his jeans. Fingers sank into her hair, fisting the strands. Suddenly, he tugged on the length pulling her away from him.

“You’re going to realize something once and for all.”

He walked her back until she was pressed against the far wall.

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy. You don’t think I want to fuck you.”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer before he was talking again.

“Every time I see you I’m hard as rock. All I want is to get your naked and fuck you. The moment I take your virginity I’ve got to give you time. I’m fucking big, Kels. I’m going to hurt you, but the moment I’m inside your tight little cunt I’m never going to want to stop.”

He covered her mouth with his hand.

“No, you’ll shut the fuck up and let me speak. I was being considerate to you. You tried to kill yourself, and I don’t care if it’s a mistake or not, I’m not going to try and fuck you so soon. I’m proving to you I want more, Kels. I’m treating you like a lady.”

Licking her lips, she tasted his skin on her tongue. His cursing turned her on. The smoky look in his eyes made her feel alive.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.

He didn’t withdraw his hand. She had no choice but to nod her head.

“You better make sure you know what you’re agreeing to. The moment I get inside your fucking cunt I’m having it all. Once I pop your cherry, Kels, Michael will have no choice but to divorce you. I’ll own every inch of you, and nothing is off the market. Do you get me?”

All he was doing was turning her on.

“This is your last chance to stop me.”

She didn’t say anything. Instead she stared into his eyes waiting for him to lose control.

“You’ve lost any chance of getting away.”

He pulled away, taking a seat on the sofa. Killer kicked the coffee table out of the way.

“Get your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

There was no turning back now.