“How do we know you are not a cop?” I question with my detective hat on. Because that’s also a high possibility, and you can’t tell me otherwise.
“I am not, but if you want me to call them for you, I sure can.” He flashes me a toothy smile, and I already hate this guy.
“I don’t like this guy.” I mumble as I walk to his car and open the trunk. They place the body inside, and Logan closes it before he moves to the driver’s seat of the car.
“Get in line. I don’t like him either, and I am pretty sure no one really does, but we seem to need him.” Leo admits.
“Melanie does.” Logan says with a grin, and I wonder who the hell Melanie is, but I choose not to ask right now. It’s not important. The important part is to figure out how to hide the damn body.
“Stay away from her, Logan. She is too fucking young for you.” Leo seems to have more issues with Logan and Melanie than I do and I wonder who this woman is to him.
“Listen man, I get the protectiveness and all that shit but if you didn’t notice I don’t think you are able to bark orders at me. Unless you would like for me to get the fuck out of here and call the cops.”Is he threatening my boyfriend? No one is threatening my boyfriend on my watch.I get ready to fight this dude because what the fuck do you mean you are going to threaten Leo in front of me? But then Leo’s whole body language relaxes, and I guess I might be overreacting. Just a little bit. I still don’t like this guy.
“Fine. What are we doing now?” Leo’s voice changes from judgy to soft, calculated, and I can tell it takes too much effort for him to achieve. His whole body is tense, and he is one step away from punching the guy.
“We are going to do nothing.” Logan says, and both of us look at him, confused.What the hell do you mean by nothing?“I am going to drive two towns over and call a friend who owes me a favor. He is a professional. Don’t worry. No one will find this guy.”
“Alex. His name is Alex.” I say in a low voice.
“No one will find Alex.” Logan repeats.
“What are we supposed to do?” Leo seems more confused than he was before.
“Clean all this blood from the driveway yourself, and wherever you dragged the body when I said not to move it. And relax. It’s fine. I am sure this guy deserved it.” This guy might not be too bad after all. Alex did give me a creepy vibe. “Later.” He says, and starts the car.
“Time to clean a crime scene, I guess.” I say with a chuckle, and Leo gives me an angry look. He is adorable when he’s mad.
Chapter 12
Noah
It’s been hours of cleaning, and Leo spiralling. Fixing Rachel’s gate and more cleaning. When finally, around five am we both have managed to finish every task. It was a hell of a night, one I am pretty sure none of us will forget for a while.
He is cooking me dinner, the one he promised when the night started, and I am sitting on Rachel’s favorite spot in the kitchen. The one she usually sits in when I am cooking breakfast. Watching Leo cook is a spectacle on its own. He is shirtless, with wet hair from the shower he just took. The smell of the food, and the way he stirs the sauce he is making for what I think is some sort of pasta, makes me drool, and not exactly about the food.It’s him I am drooling for. I wonder if it’s a trauma response to get horny over the fact that we had to hide a body not too long ago, or if I am just fucked up. Might be the fact that I read books that can traumatize even the most mentally stable people, or I might just be insane.
I get up and walk behind him. I wrap my arms around his waist; he is taller than me. Just the perfect height to be able to hug him comfortably. His hand strokes mine without stopping what he is doing. It’s a sweet type of acknowledgement.
“Noah, I am trying to cook.” He tells me softly, and I smile, kissing his back.
“I know.” I whisper as my lips brush over his soft skin. The smell of Rachel’s soap suits him so well. The scent of caramel complements his natural scent.
“What are you doing?” He whispers, but is it really a question? It sounds more like a plea for more. Begging to be distracted. I reach for the stove and turn it off. He turns around, his eyes finding mine, and he leans over. His lips brush against mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. He teases me and pulls away, making me beg for more in silence. I reach for him, and he pulls back, smirking.
“What do you want, pretty boy?” His voice is sultry, full of promises. It makes me want him even more. It makes me want to beg for him. Plea for him to use me as he pleases. Is that fucked up? Wanting him after what happened earlier? If it is, I don’t care. Who would judge me if they saw him this way anyway? Half-naked, with his blond hair slightly falling over his face, and his tattoos standing out even more under the moisture of his freshly washed skin.
“You” I manage to say, the words barely leaving my mouth as he kisses the side of my neck. “I want you.” I whisper on his lips when he kisses me. A kiss that is both soft and passionate at the same time.
He deepens the kiss, stepping forward while I instinctively step backward until my back presses against the kitchen table. I can’t even think how many times I have fantasised about hot kitchen sex while reading smut, not one of those times compares to how this kiss feels. It’s not even sex, and it feels like my world is crashing in a million fireworks. It’s chemistry you can’t deny. This man touches me, and my world stops. It’s as if I am in those VHS tapes in the ’90s, and the image is frozen but the sound is still heard. I feel like the world is this sound, still going, still moving around me, but at the same time it has stopped altogether.
“I was trying to make you dinner, you know.” He says the words with pretend annoyance in his voice, between kisses and touches, that tell an entirely different story. His lips say, ‘I don’tlike the interruption,” but his touch says, ‘Interrupt me again, make it count.’ It’s a challenge unspoken. A message written in secret, only for me to decipher.
“Techically you were making breakfast.” I smile and kiss his chin and his neck, and then travel my way to his chest. Kissing, and biting, leaving unseen marks until I am on my knees in front of him.
“If you haven’t slept, it’s still dinner.” He argues.
I unbutton the tight pants he is wearing, before I look up, finding his eyes with mine. “It can wait a little longer then.” I pull the fabric down, taking his boxers with it, freeing his cock in the process. I am not too shocked to see that he is already hard for me but just to be cheeky and annoying I add, “You don’t seem to be too mad about it”.
“Careful there, pretty boy, don’t bite off more than you can chew.” He warns trying to keep my bratty attitude at bay. Not that it’s working. It only encourages me to poke more. I would love to see how much I can make him react.