Torn
Page 31
Tink had returned to, well, the Tink size I was used to, wings and all. He was sitting on the counter, eating the cereal he’d dumped next to him while watching an episode of Supernatural on my laptop.
“You know what I was thinking?” he said as I went to the cabinet and grabbed the coffee. “I never thought I could pick between Sam, Dean, Castiel, or Crowley, but I think I can.”
“Uh-huh?” I murmured, dumping about ten scoops of coffee into the maker.
“Yeah. I would have to go with Crowley.”
I closed the lid and blinked. That was unexpected. Turning the coffee pot on, I turned around and leaned against the counter. “You picked the king of hell?”
He nodded his little chin, and seeing him this small again wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. “I have my reasons. One of them is that he has a great English accent.”
I raised a brow as I turned to grab a mug, loading it with coffee and sugar.
“And I like his boy crush on Dean,” Tink continued. “Who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean? If you didn’t, I couldn’t believe that you were real.”
“Uh-huh,” I repeated, taking a sip. I was not nearly awake enough to process this conversation.
Tink pointed at the screen. “Just look at those baby blue eyes. That grin of his is what heaven looks like.”
I left the conversation at that point, switching places with Ren. I hoped he didn’t kill Tink while I showered and got ready. I was pleased to see that I had to use less concealer around my eye and jaw today.
When I came out of the bathroom, I found Ren sitting on my bed, suited up for work, my coffee cup dangling from his fingertips—my obviously empty coffee cup.
His grin was sheepish. “Sorry. I went out to the kitchen, lasted about five seconds and then came back in here. Saw your coffee. It was too sweet to pass up.”
“Did Tink try to talk to you about someone named Crowley?”
“Yes.” He leaned over and placed the cup on the nightstand. “I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I don’t want to know.”
I walked over to him, smiling when he put his hands on my hips and tugged me between his legs. Ren’s gaze slid up the tank top I wore. “Glad we had some time together last night before the shit hit the fan.”
“Me too.” I warmed as I clearly remembered the time we had carved out for ourselves. Our eyes met. “What do you think about Tink?” I asked.
“I’m going to be real honest with you,” he said, squeezing my hips. “The fact that the asshole isn’t the size of my boot bothers me. I don’t care that he’s back to that size, eating cereal on your counter like a damn pet rat.”
My brows lifted.
“I’m not saying you should kick him out. I’m not asking that, even though I would one hundred percent support that decision,” he continued with a wry grin. “Just letting you know that I’m not too fond of the whole thing.”
“Duly noted.” I bent over and kissed him, loving the way his lips curved into a smile under mine. We had to head to the Order soon, and we only had a couple of minutes, so I kissed him again and spent the short time making out with him.
It turned out that wasn’t exactly the brightest idea, because I wanted more minutes than we had, and based on what I felt under me, so did Ren.
He made this deep growly sound that had me wiggling in his lap as his lips coasted up my cheek, toward my ear. “Tonight, when we get done working, it’s going to be all you and me, and I don’t care what kind of shit we’ve got to deal with or think about or plan for. As soon as we’re done, I’m going to get you naked.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I like the sound of that.”
“I bet you do, but I’m not done.” His tongue flicked over the lobe of my ear a second before his teeth caught the fleshy part, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “After I get you naked, I’m going to spend some one-on-one time with various parts of your body, and then I’m going to get you under me, then on me again, because that was fucking hot, and then in front of me. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, my hands flexing on his shoulders. I liked that. A lot.
He kissed me on my neck. “Got a really bad pick-up line for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. Heard it not too long ago and I’ve been saving it for just the right moment.”
I grinned. “Waiting.”
“You’re a work of art.” He paused. “I’d like to nail you to the wall.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed loudly. “That is so terrible. Holy crap.”
Ren chuckled. “I know. Now get off me so the hard-on of the century goes away.”
I laughed again and then rose from his lap, but I didn’t go too easy on him. Reaching down, I found that hard-on of the century and squeezed him. His harsh groan echoed in the room.
“You hussy,” he muttered.
Grinning, I let go and backed away. “Whatever.”
Ren closed his eyes and appeared to count under his breath. “It’s not really warm outside. Heads up,” he said.
“Thanks for the weather update.” I turned to the closet and grabbed a black thermal, pulling it on. Then I grabbed my weapons and secured the thorn stake to my calf, hidden under the leg of my pants.
Ren was walking a little stiffly as we left the bedroom, and when he stopped at the door, his eyes narrowed on my smile.
“You know what I was thinking?” he said as I went to the cabinet and grabbed the coffee. “I never thought I could pick between Sam, Dean, Castiel, or Crowley, but I think I can.”
“Uh-huh?” I murmured, dumping about ten scoops of coffee into the maker.
“Yeah. I would have to go with Crowley.”
I closed the lid and blinked. That was unexpected. Turning the coffee pot on, I turned around and leaned against the counter. “You picked the king of hell?”
He nodded his little chin, and seeing him this small again wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. “I have my reasons. One of them is that he has a great English accent.”
I raised a brow as I turned to grab a mug, loading it with coffee and sugar.
“And I like his boy crush on Dean,” Tink continued. “Who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean? If you didn’t, I couldn’t believe that you were real.”
“Uh-huh,” I repeated, taking a sip. I was not nearly awake enough to process this conversation.
Tink pointed at the screen. “Just look at those baby blue eyes. That grin of his is what heaven looks like.”
I left the conversation at that point, switching places with Ren. I hoped he didn’t kill Tink while I showered and got ready. I was pleased to see that I had to use less concealer around my eye and jaw today.
When I came out of the bathroom, I found Ren sitting on my bed, suited up for work, my coffee cup dangling from his fingertips—my obviously empty coffee cup.
His grin was sheepish. “Sorry. I went out to the kitchen, lasted about five seconds and then came back in here. Saw your coffee. It was too sweet to pass up.”
“Did Tink try to talk to you about someone named Crowley?”
“Yes.” He leaned over and placed the cup on the nightstand. “I have no idea what he’s talking about, and I don’t want to know.”
I walked over to him, smiling when he put his hands on my hips and tugged me between his legs. Ren’s gaze slid up the tank top I wore. “Glad we had some time together last night before the shit hit the fan.”
“Me too.” I warmed as I clearly remembered the time we had carved out for ourselves. Our eyes met. “What do you think about Tink?” I asked.
“I’m going to be real honest with you,” he said, squeezing my hips. “The fact that the asshole isn’t the size of my boot bothers me. I don’t care that he’s back to that size, eating cereal on your counter like a damn pet rat.”
My brows lifted.
“I’m not saying you should kick him out. I’m not asking that, even though I would one hundred percent support that decision,” he continued with a wry grin. “Just letting you know that I’m not too fond of the whole thing.”
“Duly noted.” I bent over and kissed him, loving the way his lips curved into a smile under mine. We had to head to the Order soon, and we only had a couple of minutes, so I kissed him again and spent the short time making out with him.
It turned out that wasn’t exactly the brightest idea, because I wanted more minutes than we had, and based on what I felt under me, so did Ren.
He made this deep growly sound that had me wiggling in his lap as his lips coasted up my cheek, toward my ear. “Tonight, when we get done working, it’s going to be all you and me, and I don’t care what kind of shit we’ve got to deal with or think about or plan for. As soon as we’re done, I’m going to get you naked.”
My fingers dug into his shoulders. “I like the sound of that.”
“I bet you do, but I’m not done.” His tongue flicked over the lobe of my ear a second before his teeth caught the fleshy part, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. “After I get you naked, I’m going to spend some one-on-one time with various parts of your body, and then I’m going to get you under me, then on me again, because that was fucking hot, and then in front of me. I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
“Oh God,” I moaned, my hands flexing on his shoulders. I liked that. A lot.
He kissed me on my neck. “Got a really bad pick-up line for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. Heard it not too long ago and I’ve been saving it for just the right moment.”
I grinned. “Waiting.”
“You’re a work of art.” He paused. “I’d like to nail you to the wall.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed loudly. “That is so terrible. Holy crap.”
Ren chuckled. “I know. Now get off me so the hard-on of the century goes away.”
I laughed again and then rose from his lap, but I didn’t go too easy on him. Reaching down, I found that hard-on of the century and squeezed him. His harsh groan echoed in the room.
“You hussy,” he muttered.
Grinning, I let go and backed away. “Whatever.”
Ren closed his eyes and appeared to count under his breath. “It’s not really warm outside. Heads up,” he said.
“Thanks for the weather update.” I turned to the closet and grabbed a black thermal, pulling it on. Then I grabbed my weapons and secured the thorn stake to my calf, hidden under the leg of my pants.
Ren was walking a little stiffly as we left the bedroom, and when he stopped at the door, his eyes narrowed on my smile.
