A minute or two later, he’s in the kitchen with me.
“You talk to your contractor?” I ask.
“Fuckin’ guy. I’m cheesed. Forget about it for now. What do you want me to cook?”
“You can fry the bacon if you want. I’ll fry some eggs and tomatoes, make some toast.”
I make toast in the old fashioned circa 1950s oven, since there’s no toaster. After we eat, we cuddle up in front of my laptop and watch Hocus Pocus.
A while later, we move to the master bedroom and he starts another fire and teases me as I put on A Nightmare on Elm Street. I tell him I’m nearly through my Halloween movie rotation and then he’ll get a brief reprieve before I start on my Christmas movie rotation. I then say that I really want him to come to my parents’ house for Halloween. We decorate the house and everyone in the family hangs out around the fire pit to hand out candy to the trick or treaters. Uncle Hugh dresses like the headless horseman every year and terrorizes us.
***
Freddy Kruger messes with my head like he does every Halloween, and I find that I wake up frequently, conscious of every noise from outside. It’s pretty cool to sleep listening to the water hit the shore and then when a thunderstorm wakes me and I’m up for the third time tonight, I realize I’m alone.
I check my phone. Two o’clock in the morning.
Where is he?
It’s such a huge house that it dawns that intercoms will probably be a necessity. I go no further than the kitchen, staying in the original part of the house, before I hear footsteps approaching.
I turn around and Killian and I both startle.
“Shit!” I gasp, grabbing for my chest. He grabs me and his face splits into a smile. “What’re you doing?”
“I woke up alone with the thunder, so I went looking for you.”
“Let’s go back to bed.”
“Where were you?” I ask.
“Just checking out some of the shit downstairs after the power flickered. Absolute disaster down there. I’m kinda pissed about it.”
“Problems?”
He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to bed.”
He lifts me up into his arms and carries me up the stairs.
He’s got heat in his eyes.
“You shouldn’t carry me,” I say, “You’ve got injuries.”
“I’m good. I’ll be better in about two minutes when my face is in between your thighs.”
I smile. “You’ve got a dirty mouth, Killian Coulter.”
“But do you like it?” he asks, his voice husky.
“I certainly do,” I whisper, my voice coming out in a similar tone.
“Good. Because this dirty mouth is gonna be all over you in a minute.”
As soon as my back hits the mattress in the big sleigh bed, Killian’s mouth is between my legs.
I climax quickly, and the sensation becomes a little overpowering, so I try to pull my legs shut, but he grips my legs wide open and then rams his fingers inside as he keeps assaulting my clit with his mouth. My orgasm rolls into a double and I’m crying out loudly when I hear the casters rolling on the nightstand and then the tear of the condom package.
“Good you were equipped.”
“Mm hm,” he replies as he lines up.
And I catch myself pondering… wondering how many other women have been here, this bedroom is old, too, in décor, but this is a brand-new bed we’re in. How many women have been in this bed? Jessa? That girl Kenya from his hallway in the trench coat? Others? Was he as possessive and doting with them as he’s been with me? As I’m pondering this thought, he’s slamming inside, eyes on me.
The lamp is on and it provides next-level intimacy as he watches what he does to me, as he rains kisses across my mouth, over my earlobes, as his fingers pinch at my nipples, pulling sensations from me while I rock against him, feeling him stretching me.
If this is all for me, all this eye contact, all this emotion coming at me, I’m the luckiest girl in the world. But even if he’s been like this with others, I’m still lucky.
I squeeze around him, and this earns me a sound of satisfaction before his pace quickens and then he’s ramming, hard, fast, deep, chasing an orgasm with our eyes locked.
“I don’t know if I’m the best you’ve ever had, Killian, but I’m gonna try to be.”
His lip curls, he hisses, and then he’s holding my jaw, staring deep into my eyes as he slowly exhales with a groan, coming.
“Wow,” I say, running my hand up the back of his neck.
“I love you, Violet,” he whispers against my lips, and then his lips touch mine. “And you are the best. The absolute best. The only one I want. The only one I’ve ever said those three words to.”
I burst into tears.
The beauty of this moment. Of him. Of us.
He leans back, looking concerned as he holds my face.
“I’ve never been in love before, but I’m so in love with you, Dimples,” he says.
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “I can’t believe how lucky I am.”
His lips crash into mine again, he flips me, and then I’m gathered in his arms as he throws the blankets over us and kisses my nose, my eyelids, and then my lips again.
“Want me to reach over and get the light?”
“No.”
“Why? Afraid of the dark?” I ask with a smile. “Freddy Kruger get in your head, too?”
“No. I want to look at you while you sleep and I don’t want to wait for the sun to rise to do it.”
I squirm into him. “That mouth. Dirty words. Sweet words. You’ve got all the right words, Killian.”
“You know there’s no way you’re not officially moved in with me, right?”
I look into his eyes and bite my lip for a second before I whisper, “Right.”
He kisses me again. “Good. Glad that’s settled. You’re mine. All mine, Violet.”
I smile and cuddle in.
“Say it,” he whispers.
“Say it?” I inquire.
“That you’re mine.”
“And are you mine?” I ask.
“One hundred percent.”
“I’m yours, Killian,” I say. “All yours.”
“Mm. I love you, Violet. Sleep, baby.”
“I love you, Killian. And okay,” I say.
And then I lay there smiling in Killian’s arms.
“You sleeping?” he asks a long while later.
“Nope,” I answer.
“Why not?”
“I’m too busy smiling,” I say and nuzzle in.
He chuckles and then kisses me breathless.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I ask.
“Because I wanna fuck you again.”
“Go for it,” I invite.
After he does that, I pass out.
***
I’m looking through the cupboards, which have some odds and ends, and I find six cans of dog food.
“Was this left here?” I ask.
Killian cranes his neck to look over.
“Hm. Do you see a dog?”
I laugh. “Didn’t know if you had some secret puppy hiding you were about to give me.”
“Is that something you’d want?” he asks.