Becoming Faith by Joy Eileen

Author:Joy Eileen [Eileen, Joy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The middle of June collided down on us like an angry meteor. The JackholeS’ debut album topped the charts the day it released. And life was about to get interesting.

“How are you feeling?” Kill asked with a look of concern. He moved around the room, collecting all of our luggage.

I swallowed the dry toast and gave him a smile. “A lot better now that there’s food in me. Those kids must really love me, as much as they share their germs with me.”

“Poor little Slick. Can’t be around kids without getting sick,” he teased, clicking the final suitcase shut.

“Shut up. It isn’t as bad as the last virus they gave me. When we start the foundation, I’m stocking up on vitamin C.”

Before the album dropped, we visited Amberlee and the kids whenever their busy schedule allowed. Every time we visited, it lit the fire under the boys’ asses to get their center in Portland started. Kill called in a few favors, and with the help of our favorite bartender, Ryan, the JackholeS were now the owners of a small building that would soon house their foundation. After the tour, they already had plans on how they would convert it into a children’s center, like the one Amberlee ran.

“Jet’s so excited. I’ve never seen him so focused.”

When Jet found out Kill threw out some feelers for the building, he actually cried on Kill’s shoulder. I didn’t think it was possible, but Jet burrowed a little further into my heart that day.

“I can’t wait to see it when we do our show in Portland.” Kill stacked the suitcases next to the door with the rest of our stuff.

“I can’t wait either.”

I jumped on Kill’s back and bit the back his neck. The food was doing its job, and it allowed the excitement to get to me. A knock on the door stopped us from heading to the bed for one last time.

“Come in,” Kill grumbled with a face of sadness.

“Are these ready to go down to the bus?” Gunther asked, moving into the room.

“They are. I’ll help you,” Kill told him.

I tried to slide down, but he kept a firm grip on me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was going to help you carry everything down.”

“Oh no, slicko the sicko. You stay right where you are, so I know you aren’t getting into any trouble.”

I stayed put, doing what I was told, and almost drooled when Kill lifted two suitcases in each hand with me still on his back. His muscles bunched under my stomach, and I mourned the loss of the bed. We followed Gunther downstairs with the rest of our stuff.

“Is that not the best way to travel?” Amy asked, noting my spot on Kill’s back.

“It’s not bad, but I like being thrown over his shoulder better. I get to stare at his ass the whole ride.”

“I can’t believe you stare at my ass while I assist you to your destination. I feel like a piece of meat.”

“You like it,” I told him, kissing the back of his head.

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