Page 100 of Himbo Hitman
Perry tugs his hand back.
My want screams in protest, and it takes every last scrap of willpower not to curse Lars out.
But he just walks over to the small fridge, grabs a can of Coke, and pops it open.
“So, now they’re gone, what’s our next move?” he asks.
Neither of us can answer that.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
PERRY
My next movewas about to be mounting St. Clare and grinding against him until I came. And kissing him. Lots of kissing him.
But now, Lars is pacing and talking, and the intensity is high, but all I can think about is my dick and the way it’s straining very specifically toward the man sitting next to me. I grab a dusty cushion and plant it over my lap.
“I’m sorry, are you asking me to plan again?” I don’t mean for it to come out in a pathetic whine, but I’m not in control of a lot right now.
“Well, we need to do something because all of this sitting around is driving me mental.”
I’m feeling a bit of that myself, except it has nothing to do with sitting around. “Can I suggest you take a long,longwalk into the woods? I think an hour should do it.”
Beside me, St. Clare coughs over a laugh, and I’m close to smotheringhimwith the cushion. No more sounds from him, thank you. I’m horny enough as it is.
Lars pins me with a flat look. “No.”
“Half an hour, then?” I’m straining not to hump the fucking cushion. All that keeps flashing through my mind is how St. Clare’s tongue felt in my mouth and the way his cock was strongand needy against mine. There was something about the way he took control that made me burn from the inside out, and I don’t think that burning has gone away much.
The whole fighting for my life thing kinda dulled it, but now that’s over and I can think again, it’s all come roaring back.
I’m really fucking attracted to St. Clare.
And I’m pretty sure it’shimand not the fact I’m sleeping with a man for the first time. That’s appealing, sure, and so obviously hot, but my cock imitating a war hammer is all him. That blond hair that waves just right. The suckable bottom lip. The way he sometimes looks at me like he’s sharing a secret.
Do I know what that secret is?
No fucking clue.
But it’s the thought that counts.
And right now, all my thoughts are about how to get him naked. Maybe if Lars hadn’t interrupted, we could have taken care of that side of things and then freed up our brains for super-serious plotting things. Really, this is his fault. Because who can care about murder plots when your brain has relocated south?
Lars looks me over and smirks around the sip he’s taken. “Might want to shower before you take those thoughts any further.”
The second he saysshower,my smell hits me, and fucking hell, how did St. Clare get so close without gagging? I’m grudgingly grateful for Lars breaking up the moment, considering my mouth doesn’t taste good even to me, and kissing would have been a fast way to make sure nothing else ever happened between us again ever.
“After that, I want to go outside and practice some shots with you. If you’re serious about helping me keep him safe, I need to be confident that you know what you’re doing.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
“Maybe, butIneed to be confident.”
I glance over at St. Clare, and something inside me gives a little skip. I’m serious. There’s no way I’m letting anyone hurt him. So if I need to jump through hoops for Lars, I’ll do it.
Just … not right now.
“Can we rain check for tomorrow?” I ask. “I’m beat. So tired.”
