Page 43 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)
“What’s happening?” I ask on a gasp, swaying back and forth as my vision goes snowy and the world starts tilting around me. I blink rapidly, but it doesn’t help. “Am I dying?”
“No. You’re fine.” He wraps one arm around me. “We just have to cool you down.”
He pulls me off the bed and tucks me securely against his side. I manage to get my feet under me but can’t do much more than stumble along beside him as he drags me to the bathroom.
“Cool me down?” I ask as stars start dancing in my vision and a weird pressure fills my head. “Why is my heart beating so fast?”
“That can happen when you mix dick pills and molly. You’ll be fine. We just need to cool you off and get you something to drink.”
“I don’t feel good,” I say weakly.
“I know. Just try to breathe deep, and everything will be okay.”
“Promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.” He kicks the door to the bathroom open and brings me right over to the shower.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he turns the water on. “You said I wasn’t allowed to shower.”
“I take it back. You can shower now.” He sticks his hand under the water to test it.
“I don’t want to.” Tiredly, I lay his head on my shoulder. It feels like all my energy has been burned away, and it’s hard to think straight. “I like having you on me.”
“I’ll fuck you again after.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” His eyes fall to my mouth. “Do you promise to be good for me?”
I nod eagerly, but the smile drops from my face as another wave of dizziness hits. I sway on my feet as the world flickers in and out a few times. “Killian?” What the hell is happening to me?
“You’re fine.” He fiddles with the faucets, then sticks his hand back under the spray. “We’ll get you under the water, and you’ll feel better.”
“Okay,” I mumble and drop my head on his shoulder again.
Killian pulls me into the shower and props me up so I’m sitting against the back of the tub.
The water is cool, but not cold, and it soothes my burning skin as it rains down on my chest, torso, and thighs.
I expect Killian to leave me in here so I can cool off, but he kneels next to the tub and takes off my wet shoes and socks.
It takes a bit more work to get my pants off, but his touch is gentle as he slides them down my legs.
When I’m naked, he goes to the sink and fills a cup with water. He brings it to me, but I can’t seem to get my hand to work when he tries to give it to me.
“Here.” He puts the cup against my lip and tilts some of the contents into my mouth. The cool liquid is like a balm on my parched throat, and I can actually feel my insides cooling down as he feeds me the entire glass.
“Can you drink another one?”
I shake my head and lean back against the tiled wall.
He puts his hand against my forehead, then leans in and presses his lips against it.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he pulls away, my voice breathy and hoarse.
“Checking your temperature. Eden told me it’s more accurate to check with your lips than your hand. No clue if she’s right, but it can’t hurt.”
“She told me that too. Why are you being so nice to me?” I ask as he kicks off his shoes.
“Because you need it.” He pushes his sweats over his hips and steps out of them.
“Aren’t you mad at me for leaving the room? You told me not to.”
“Shift forward a bit.” He helps me slide down the tub.
“Are you mad at me?” I press when he doesn’t answer.
“No, I’m not mad.”
“Liar.”
He steps into the tub and sinks down behind me. It’s a tight squeeze, but he fixes that by shifting me so I’m on his lap with my back against his chest and my ass on his thighs.
His half-hard dick presses into my lower back, and he gently guides my head so it’s resting against his shoulder.
I melt against him and let out a contented sigh. I can’t explain it, but I feel safe when he’s surrounding me.
“You’re mad at me,” I say again.
“No, I’m not,” he says. “I’m pissed off about everything that happened, but I’m not mad at you.”
“Are you just saying that because I’m dying and you’re trying to be nice?”
“No. And you’re not dying.” He brushes a wet lock of hair back from my forehead, and something inside me flutters at the seemingly unconscious move. It feels…affectionate.
Needing to stop those thoughts in their tracks and wanting to feel more of him around me, I grab his wrist and hug it against my chest.
He rubs his free hand over my stomach. “And it’s not like I don’t know that telling you not to do something is basically asking for you to do it. You’re the biggest brat I’ve ever met.”
I snicker. “True story.”
“And the lock-picking thing is damn impressive. I had no idea you could do that, and that’s not an easy lock to tumble.”
“I had a lot of free time to practice at school. Kinda happens when you don’t have friends.” I exhale a soft sigh. “You promise you’re not mad?”
“Not at you. This isn’t your fault.”
“Are you actually going to kill William like that guy at the house?”
“What guy?”
“The summer before I started here. You and Jax and Jace took care of that guy who was snitching on your dad behind the pool house.”
“How do you know about that?”
“I saw it.”
“You did?”
“Yup.” I snuggle back against him. “I saw the whole thing.”
“Did it scare you?”
“No.” I run the tips of my fingers over each one of his where his hand rests on my chest. “It just showed me what I already suspected.” I huff out a laugh.
“I’m quiet and good at being invisible, but I’m not stupid.
And I’m really good at reading people, which is why I stay away from pretty much everyone.
I’ve known what you’re capable of since we were kids.
And I’d be shooketh if the twins didn’t have a bigger body count than Xave. ”
“You’re not wrong about them. And shooketh? Really?”
“It’s a fun word.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Better. My heart isn’t racing anymore. Now it’s galloping.”
He checks my pulse. “Do you still feel hot?”
I snicker. “I’ve never been hot. But no. Just warm now.”
He gently traces his fingers up and down my treasure trail. I try not to think too much about the move and focus on how good everything feels now that I’m not overheating.
“I’m sorry I ruined the party for you,” I whisper.
“It’s fine.” He presses his palm against my stomach, and the solid weight of it feels as nice as the little tingles of good feels from having him wrapped around me like this.
I pet the back of his hand, greedy for as much skin on skin contact as I can get. He doesn’t pull away.
In fact, his dick hardens and presses into my lower back.
A strange sort of zing hits me right in the chest, and it’s like all the negativity bleeds out of me and is replaced by giddy contentment.
“Do you want to know a secret?” I ask, not even sure why I’m babbling or why Killian is listening and entertaining my weirdness right now.
“Yeah, tell me.”
“Do you remember what you said downstairs about fucking me in front of everyone and how much I’d like it?”
He lets out a little grunt as I wiggle in his lap and rub my back against his hard cock. “I remember.”
“You weren’t wrong.” I slide his hand up my body so I can press his palm to my cheek. “I didn’t even know I was into that kind of thing, but I’d let you if you wanted it.” I let out a little snort-laugh. “I’d let you do pretty much anything to me.”
I wiggle back against his cock again, and his low groan sends another zing of pleasure through me.
“You’re making it really hard to be a gentleman right now,” he rasps, his lips next to my ear.
“What if I don’t want you to be one?” I nuzzle my cheek against his hand. “What if I want you to be my big, bad stepbrother right now?”
He groans as I suck his thumb into my mouth and curl my tongue around it.
“Be careful what you wish for, little brother.” The warning in his voice is just as sexy as how his lips brush the shell of my ear.
I suck on his thumb harder and grind back against his cock.
Gently, he pulls his finger out of my mouth and runs his hand down my body. His touch is feather light as he drags his fingertips over my wet skin.
I gasp and arch into him, silently begging for more.
He keeps running my hand over my stomach, then down my happy trail, and finally wraps his hand around my cock. He doesn’t stroke or even grip me, instead he loosely holds me like he’s waiting to see how I’ll react.
Not caring about anything other than feeling him inside me again, I rock my hips and drag my cock through the circle of his hand.
He lets go.
“Killian,” I whine and wiggle back against his dick.
“What do you want, kitten?” He gives my ear a nipping kiss.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg shamelessly.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes!”
“Then get on my bed,” he says in his growly voice. “Right fucking now.”