Page 26 of Diablo
“And make toast.”
“That’s to be determined.”
We glance at each other, something catching in my throat. Dust or perhaps just exhaustion. I need some fucking sleep before our long journey tomorrow, or I’m going to be intolerable.
“You need to shower and get ready for bed,” Skylar says.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I whisper, and he reaches out and brushes a stray strand of hair from my forehead.
“You need a haircut.”
“I know.”
Silence. Just penetrating, ridiculous silence. My throat clears, and I step away, remembering my role here. He taught me to wash dishes, it isn’t rocket science. This isn’t some kind of lovey-dovey romance. This means nothing. He just wants me to clean shit when we’re done with dinner. He’s not asking for my hand in marriage.
Like I’d ever marry anyone. Pfft. No thanks.
“Go lie down. I’ll finish up.”
“I can do it,” I interrupt and push him out of the way. Well, more like shove but he barely moves. He just takes a step back and then folds his arms across his big chest and watches me.
So, I wash the dishes sloppily just to be an ass, to pretend like I learned nothing. When in actuality, I did. Because the truth is, no one had ever bothered to sit me down and show me these things. Everything I know, I learned from observation or research.
Unless you count how to dismember someone. That I learned firsthand. That I learned from my father step-by-step and with practice.
Yes, right there. Slice there.
“I know you’re fucking with me,” Skylar says when I’m done, and I bite back a smug smile. Apparently he knows me too well.
It’s disconcerting, really. I should put up more walls. Should shield myself. Knowing someone like this is dangerous. It leads to nothing good.
“No. You are just a terrible teacher. So what now?” I ask, wiping my hands on a dishtowel and facing the giant before me.
“Now we relax, unless you plan on making a run for it again…” His voice lowers, and I feel my skin start to tingle.
“I won’t run.”
“You lie so fucking good.”
I poke at his chest and then turn to walk away. But before I can go, he grabs my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
“You run again and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone run.”
The words hang in the air between us until I utter my response.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
CHAPTERFIVE
DIABLO
The drive to our new safe house seems endless. My ass hurts and my eyeballs are worn out. I slept terribly last night, half strung-out with exhaustion while also being completely horny. I oscillated between the two until I felt like I was going crazy. The way Skylar spanked my ass replayed over and over in my mind until I was stroking myself under the covers.
I came three times throughout the night and it didn’t do a goddamn thing. I’m still horny as fuck.
“How much longer?” I ask only because I’ve asked it a hundred times already and Skylar is starting to grind his teeth. Love the sound of gnashing molars. Means I’ve done a good job.
“I told you. Two more hours.”