Page 95 of By His Vow
I swallow thickly.
“I’m not very good at doing the right thing,” I explain.
She laughs. “Don’t I fucking know it. I’m only here because you agreed to a very wrong thing.”
“Matter of opinion. There might be a lot of things I regret in my life, but something tells me that a year of this, of you, isn’t going to be one of them.”
Her eyes narrow in confusion, as if what I just said makes no sense.
None of this right now should make any sense, but instead, it all just feels right.
Music fills the room, signaling the end of the episode, and without looking, I reach for the remote and kill the TV.
“Are you taking me to bed, Kingston Callahan?” she purrs like the seductress she is.
There’s a reason she has a reputation of her own. One that Miles has been eagerly trying to avoid hearing about for the past few years.
“Y-yeah,” I stutter, hating that she can hear the hesitation. “You’ve had a long day, and a lot of alcohol. You need to sleep it off,” I explain, pushing her feet toward the floor in the hope of encouraging her to move.
It’s either that or I drag her sweats down, spread her legs and?—
“Fuck. Come on. It’s time for bed.”
Ripping the blanket that’s hanging over her waist, I throw it to the other end of the couch and grab her hand, pulling her to her feet.
“Ohh, someone is feeling impatient.”
My teeth grind as I climb the stairs, tugging her along behind me.
A smart man would deliver her to one of the guest rooms and close the door behind her. Out of sight, out of mind.
But I’m not feeling very smart right now.
I don’t stop until we’re in the bathroom and I place her in front of her sink before passing her a toothbrush and toothpaste.
Side by side, we clean up and get ready for bed. The entire time, my dick is more than obviously trying to punch its way out of my clothes.
“I need to shower,” I state once I’m done. “Go and get into bed.”
She turns to watch me as I turn on the shower and then drop my sweats.
“Do you…do you have a side?” she asks, her eyes jumping between mine and my cock.
“A side?” I ask with a frown.
“Yeah, you know. A side of the bed you prefer to sleep on.”
I shake my head, perplexed that she needs to ask.
“What?” she asks, seeing my confusion.
“You sleep on the side closest to the bathroom.”
Her brows pinch. “Why?” The fact she’s even asking tells me all I need to know about the men of her past.
“Because men always sleep closest to the door.”
A smirk kicks up the corner of her lips. “Is that right?”