Dead of Summer - Page 146

“It was meant to be.” He huffs a laugh under his breath. “You really thought it was hot, baby girl?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, psycho killer.”

“Sociopath.”

“They’re lyrics.”

Kayde snorts, his fingers digging into the ball of my foot deliciously. I’ve never had a particular love or fascination for getting a massage before, but somehow Kayde has completely altered my opinion on them.

“I’m not afraid of you.” I want it said. I want it out in the open, just in case.

Especially if this is going to last.

“And Kins thinks you’re pretty cool. They’re coming over tonight, by the way. Did you know they got a dog?”

“Yeah. They’re naming it Camper. Did you hear that part?” He shifts between my thighs, fingers tugging at my running shorts to bring them down my legs. As always, he’s so careful with the bandages, and before long, I’m left just in my t-shirt that he pushes up to my shoulders to leave me bare and vulnerable to him.

But I’m not embarrassed or nervous or scared like I had been. I soak up his attention, peeking out from under my arm to stare at my sociopath. “Camper?” I repeat. “No.”

“Yep. Camper.” His fingers stroke up my inner thighs, and he pushes my legs wider so he can lean down between them, his breath ghosting over my stomach. “I know riding my face is off limits for another week or so, and I’m totally going to have you ride me until I either die or you pass out when you’re allowed to, but can I eat you out, baby?” Kayde purrs, fingers teasing my folds.

“No.” I reach down and grab his hair, dragging him up to me until Kayde is hovering over me on the bed. Confusion pulls his brows together, and I grin. “Not until I get to hear you say you love me again.”

His face brightens, and Kayde leans down to nip at my throat with a laugh. “Baby girl, you know I love you,” he tells me, as I readjust to wrap my arms around his shoulders. “I love you more than anything else in this world. I’d kill twenty Shawnathons for you, and then twenty more. Love isn’t strong enough to describe how I feel about you.”

I’ve asked him why more than once. I’ve asked him what it is about me that makes me worth his time and his obsession. Usually, Kayde explains by taking me apart piece by piece until I’m barely conscious and sore in the best ways. Though he promises every time that when I’m all healed, he’ll wreck me properly for even thinking of asking why.

Because you’re you, he’d murmured against my skin three days ago, while I’d barely been able to stay conscious after hours of him eating me out and fingering me to orgasm after orgasm.

Because, Summer. It was always you.

And maybe it was always meant to be Kayde for me. There’s really no explanation, other than madness, for how quickly I’ve fallen for him.

“I love you.” The words don’t sound as smooth and confident when they come from my mouth instead of his, but he still rewards me with an elated grin and eyes that light up at the sentiment. “I…I really do. I love you, Kayde.” Threading my fingers through his hair, I draw my sociopath down for a kiss.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs against my lips. “Because you had me worried there.”

“Really?” My brows shoot up. “When? For how long?”

“The day I came back to Crestview. For a whole, I don’t know, at least three minutes.” He’s completely serious when he says it until his grin cracks through the expression. I snort and shove him off of me, tossing him to his side on the bed.

“I take it back.” But I can’t stop my wide grin, or the way my hands itch to grip his shoulders once more. “I don’t love you. You’re too arrogant.”

“Well…” He rolls back onto me, pinning my hands gently above my head as he leans close. “I’ll just have to make it up to you. Over and over again. Until you love me…or you’re just too fucked out to remember which way is up. I’ll take either one.”

“I bet you will,” I reply, but I’m certainly not arguing. “Kayde?” My words make him pause, and he lifts a brow in question.

“Darcy doesn’t get to come to the wedding.”

His answering laugh is full-throated and genuine, and with a wolfish grin, he leans down to kiss me again, not pulling away until I’m out of breath and ready to beg him for more.

“Fine. But only if Fink gets to be the ring bearer.” I groan at his suggestion, though the sound turns into a yelp when he bites down on my throat, sucking another mark onto my throat to match the fading ones that mark me as his.

Though even when the marks fade, if he lets them, that fact will never change.

I won’t let it.