Dean (Unexpected, #9)

by Cora Rose

the seriousness in his voice makes my entire body tremble. God, there’s nothing like talking about murder to get my libido going.

He stands up and leads me to where the washer and dryer are tucked away. I gather and throw my clothes in, making sure to secretly sniff his detergent before adding it. It smells like him. God, I’m going to smell like him now. I’m going to be wearing his scent. I’m going to have issues when my door is closed at night. I’m going to turn over in my sheets, press my nose against the fabric, and rub one out. I feel nervous and excited and naughty just thinking about it. The things I will do to that bed in the middle of the night. I will violate the fuck out of it. I need a priest and a good strong drink.

Dean leaves to go back to work shortly after giving me a sexual awakening, insisting that I stay and settle in. I settled right in on his bed and rolled around a little like the creep I am.

“Oh god,” I groan and then chug the water, hoping I just drown. Is that a thing? We should make it a thing.

“Avery…” I peer over at him and he looks upset. “You’re crying.” “I’m not. I am just…leaking a little.”

“Well, it was, you know…an ad. On Craigslist. And I answered it and then of course, I failed because they were so nice.” “You can’t go answering murder-for-hire ads on Craigslist. That’s like total catfishing or entrapment. I don’t know what it’s called but you could go to jail.” “Yeah, I kinda figured. Guess it’s good I didn’t do it then.” “Yeah. Guess so. So when was this?” He shifts on his feet and sighs. “It doesn’t matter. Just know that I can protect you. Maybe. Probably not, but I won’t let anyone hurt you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Nick is as good as dead if he approaches this house again. I took axe-throwing lessons once. I have mostly good aim.”