Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
With a guttural growl, he yanked her down one last time just as he jammed his cock impossibly deep inside her. Then he exploded.
Breathing hard, she collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Little aftershocks rocked her sated body, and she couldn’t help but let out a contented hum.
Just as satisfied, her demon stretched. It was smug that it had gotten what it wanted; smug that he’d done as his own entity predicted and “lost the fight.”
Not entirely sure what exactly that meant for her, Khloé lifted her head. “I’m not asking for any promises from you, but I need you to know I’m not interested in being a girl whose door you go knocking on whenever you feel like a quickie.” She had nothing against fuck-buddy arrangements, but they weren’t a good idea if you cared for the buddy.
He danced his fingertips down the side of her face. “I don’t want something casual from you. I want more than that.”
Everything in her stilled, including her demon. “More?”
A hint of amusement entered his eyes. “Yes, the dreaded ‘more.’”
“Neither of us do relationships, remember. You avoid commitment, and my maternal line is—”
“Cursed, yeah, I heard you mention it to someone once. I’ll take my chances.” He rested his forehead against hers. “We’d both be lying if we said we’re now out of each other’s system and can easily go our separate ways. That’s far from the truth. We’d end up back in bed together at some point. And that would happen again. And again. And again. So why don’t we act like fucking adults and just admit that to keep on fighting this would be stupid and pointless?”
Khloé closed her eyes. She wanted to reach for what he was offering, but what did she know about relationships? Nothing. She’d never tried “more” before, and it hadn’t ever panned out well for either of her parents, until recently when Richie mated.
She was much like her father—a pain in the padded ass who pushed people’s buttons on a regular basis. Which she took pride in, to be honest. Keenan knew that about her and seemed to want her in spite of it, sure, but … well … ugh, she didn’t know what to do.
“You said you don’t want promises from me,” Keenan went on. “That’s good, because I can’t make you any. My past attempts at relationships didn’t work so well. But that doesn’t mean this is doomed to end. I’m not asking you to move in with me or make an irrevocable commitment. I’m asking you to agree to take this slow and see what happens.”
He talked as if they were already together and she just needed to acknowledge it. “And if it takes us nowhere?”
“At least we’ll know.”
She bit her lip. “What about your demon? Is it onboard with this?”
“Oh yeah, it’s onboard. And it’s pretty sure yours is, too. Is that true?”
“Yes. I don’t get why, but my demon weirdly likes you.”
His lips twitched. “Then be done hesitating.”
Sighing, she scratched at her head. “Okay, we can try this more-thing and see what happens, whatever that even entails. But I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good at it—I’ve never done it before.”
A smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “That’s all right. I can be patient.”
She snorted. “Patient. Right.”
He cupped her chin. “You know that this is exclusive, right? There’ll be no other men for you, and there’ll be no other women for me.”
She nodded. “I can agree to that.”
A knock sounded at the door. “Khloé, you okay in there?” Raini called out.
“I’m fine, I just need two minutes!” Khloé replied. She puffed out a breath. “I guess we better get out there,” she told him.
When he set her down on her feet, she straightened her dress and cast a forlorn look at her torn panties. “You didn’t need to ruin them.”
Closing his fly, he shrugged. “They were in my way.” He scooped them up off the floor and stuffed them in the back pocket of his jeans. Once he’d disposed of the condom, he took her hand, led her to the door, and then pulled it open.
Raini took one look at them and grinned. “Did you guys have an allergic reaction to something? Your lips are awfully swollen.”
“Fuck off,” muttered Khloé.
The succubus just laughed.
*
Having wrapped the soft towel around her, Khloé did a long stretch, feeling deliciously sore. Keenan had followed her home from the Xpress bar yesterday evening and tumbled her into bed. They’d spent the night talking, laughing, teasing, and fucking.
He’d left an hour ago, since—as Asher’s bodyguard—he needed to join Harper, Knox, and Asher on their trip to an amusement park. He’d made it clear that he planned to return to her afterward.
Raini must have excitedly spilled the beans to Harper and Devon, because the two she-demons had called Khloé to ask if she and Keenan were truly a thing now. Harper was beyond thrilled. Devon was just as happy, but she was also worried what it would do to Khloé if things went south.