When I'm With You (Little Hollow Series, #2)(63)

His face falls, he looks like I’ve just chewed him up and spat him out. Fuck it! I don’t care about the rules tonight. I stomp up to him with confidence and jump into his arms, he catches me under my ass and I wrap my legs around him, planting my lips against his. His hand caresses my back and his stubble rubs against my chin as teeth clash in a forbidden kiss. I feel the rough brick of the building pressing up against my back and move my hips against the bulge in his jeans.

He hisses through his teeth. “Steely, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

I do it again and a long groan leaves his throat before he whispers to himself, “Never gonna forgive myself for this.” He slides me down his body, muscles tensing, and leans his forehead against mine. “Not like this, not when you’re not mine.”

I start to say something but he cuts me off with his lips, only this is a soft kiss and as his lips linger on mine, I realize it’s a goodbye kiss.

Once I tell my dad my decision, we can’t be together. I won’t come around this club or stand by and watch as he chooses the club over me time after time like all the other Old Lady’s.

He pulls away and I keep my eyes closed, savoring our last kiss.

“I don’t like it and I think you’re going to regret your decision, but I’ll respect it. I care about you too much to let you go completely though, so get used to keeping me around as a friend.” His jaw twitches after he says friend and I know he’s upset and just trying to hold his anger back.

He places a lingering kiss on my temple and walks back inside without another word. Somehow I know things will never the same again.



My lips tingle as I remember the way he kissed me, it’s almost like I can still feel his rough lips pressed against mine. I need to get it together!

“Kee? Can I come in?” Sam asks.

I inwardly sigh but nod at her. “Sure.”

She sits next to me and looks in my eyes. “Are you okay?”

I roll my eyes. “That’s a pretty fucking loaded question right now, Sam. I mean, I’m not cowering in a corner, so that’s a win, right? I killed him, I have no guilt on my conscience for doing it either, I’d do it over and over again if I had to. I’m hurting, I’ve been pretty traumatized and my hair probably looks like tumbleweed.” Sam laughs and nods. “But I’m alive.” Tears spring to my eyes.

“I hope they’re happy tears.”

I guess they are. Partly. I hide my face away from her to have a private mourn for Hunter.

“I know you’re not big on feeling sharing, but you know I’m here if you need to talk to someone who isn’t questioning you.”

I try to fake a smile but I can’t, my heart is breaking. Sam lies on the bed next to me and pulls me into her arms, stroking my damaged hair. “Everything’s going to be okay, I’m going to help you heal.”

I shake my head. “He’s gone and it’s all because of me. It fucking hurts. It hurts more than anything that has ever happened to me.”

I fist her t-shirt and her hand stills. “I wish I knew who you were talking about because you sure as hell can’t be talking about the guy who took you and tortured you.” I flinch. “Oh god! I’m sorry, Kee. I didn’t mean to sound so callous. I’m just so angry!”

I decide to tell her about Hunter coming to find me and about him trying to get me help.

“So the two guys that were there, they were helping you?”

I nod and look at her. “How do you know there were another two guys there?”

Her eyes widen then she sighs. “I heard the cops overtalking. At the time I hoped the both of them rotted in jail, but if they were there to help you, you need to give your statement to the cops if you can. You can’t leave them locked up like that.”

I shake my head, tears flying. “There is no them, just Jacques.”

She stands and brushes her hair back with her fingers to tie it into a messy bun. “Well yeah, but the other will be taken there as soon as he’s healthy enough, so if-”

“Healthy enough?” What the hell is she talking about? “Sam you need to start talking real fast.”

My heart flutters in my chest. She looks really confused but holds up a finger. “Give me ten minutes, I’ll be back.”

She just leaves me hanging!

I sit here, picking at my broken finger nails. They’re the only thing I can concentrate on right now, it takes my mind off the pain radiating through my body. My neck and my knee are the worst.

The door opens and a doctor walks in before Sam. “Finally caught you awake, mind if I check you over?”

I watch him move closer to me and a constricting feeling wraps its way around my chest, but I try to control my breathing. Calm down, Kee, he’s a doctor. “Sure.”

He shines a little torch in each eye and looks over the few of the worser gash’s. “Healing up perfectly fine. How are you feeling though?”

I shrug. “Head hurts like hell and I’d kill for some food.” Both his and Sam’s eyes widen and I roll mine at them. “Too soon? If I don’t be myself then I’ll lose myself.”

He looks at Sam and nods at her. “Just make sure none of those tubes fall out or get tangled when you take the drips with you.”

Take the drips? “Where are we going?”