“Why? Why can’t you do this without them?” Kane asked, exasperated.
I shrugged my shoulders. “We started this together, seems only right to end it together.”
Kane’s jaw set. “If you’re pregnant then we started it together, not the girls.”
Thanks for the reminder.
I swallowed. “We’ll find out tomorrow, okay? Stop puttin’ so much pressure on me. I’m scared out of me mind. If I am pregnant then me life as I know it is about to change forever.”
“If you are then mine will too,” Kane growled and lowered his head to mine. “Me and you, remember? We’re in this together.”
Damn him.
“Why do you do that? You enrage me one minute then melt me the next.”
Kane smiled, and as usual, it transformed his beautiful face.
“I make you melt? Like the panty soaking kind of melting?”
He was disgusting.
I grunted. “No. You make me melt, as in you erase the bad and replace it with good when you’re nice—which isn’t often.”
Kane frowned then and gave me his finger so I could test his blood sugar. “I’m sorry, okay?”
I checked the results on the meter then regarded him for a moment before I nodded my head. “Apology accepted, now pull down your trousers.”
Kane waggled his eyebrows at me. “Damn. You wanna fuck? Babydoll, I am so game.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Watch it.”
Kane winked. “A blowjob then? I’d rather fuck that pretty pussy, but your mouth will do just—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll cut it off. I swear.”
Kane laughed to himself as he gripped the band of his trousers and pushed them down. Thankfully, he left his boxers in place this time. He reached down and pulled up his boxers until his full thigh was showing. I turned and got his insulin pen from the kit, set the number of units he would be receiving then turned around and kneeled before him.
“You know something? I’ve never had the same woman on her knees so often in front of me and not have her suck my cock,” Kane mused as he reached over and ran his fingers through my hair.
I shook my head. “There’s a first time for everythin’, germinator.”
Kane tugged on my hair and it made me hiss. “Lose that stupid nickname.”
I smirked. “Lose babydoll.”
“Not a chance, babydoll,” Kane teased.
I glared at him then looked down as I uncapped the lid of his insulin pen and inserted a fresh needle. “Close your eyes,” I said when the device was ready.
When I glanced up and saw his eyes were closed, I reached in, pinched a fatty part of his inner thigh, and inserted the needle into his skin. I scrunched my face up when the needle broke through the layers of Kane’s skin because I could feel the moment it entered his body. I injected the insulin, then after a few seconds, I removed the needle and held my thumb over the area I jabbed for a moment. When I pulled away, there was no blood or any insulin seeping out of the tiny pricked area.
I was getting good at it and had cut a second or two off my time since Kane came home from the hospital.
“All done,” I said then got to my feet.
Kane pulled his trousers up and gazed at me the entire time. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why do you always look at me like that after I give you your injection?” I asked, curiously.
Kane shrugged. “I guess I’m a little awed that you do it at all.”
“Well, someone has got to do it.”
Kane frowned. “I’m never going to let anyone else do it for me, you know that right?”
I did.
I didn’t know how I knew it, but I did.
“Yeah, I’ll be on me knees before you for the rest of me life. I’m aware of that.”
Kane burst into laughter. “Your future husband will hate me.”
I giggled. “He’ll just have to accept you’re now part of me daily routine. In the mornin’ and afternoon to be exact.”
Kane grinned as he turned and opened up the fridge. “Are you here on your lunch?”
“Nope,” I said to his back. “It’s Friday. Half day. “
“So what are you doing now?”
I shrugged my shoulders even though he couldn’t see me. “I was gonna hang with Keela, but she has her therapist appointment so I’ll probably just go home. I’ll come back this evenin’ for your second injection though.”
“You could hang out with me if you want to?” Kane mumbled as he made himself a sandwich.
I laughed but stopped when I saw his body tense.
He was serious.
I didn’t want to hurt his feelings since he was actually being nice to me. I mean, this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity. He never offered to hang out with me. Ever.
“Okay, what do you want to do?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Doctor’s orders are to take things easy for a few more days until my body grows accustomed to the injected insulin. So whatever we do, it has to be indoors.”
I raised an eyebrow. “If you suggest sex, I’m whackin’ you over the head.”
Kane chortled. “No offence, but I don’t have the energy for you.”
I rolled my eyes and asked, “You have Netflix, right? We could watch the Sons of Anarchy if you want? I need to re-watch all the seasons again in preparation for the final season because it starts soon.”
Kane turned to me and bit into his large sandwich. “What is the Sons of Anarchy?”
I felt my jaw drop open. “Please tell me you’re jokin’.”
Kane shook his head.
I shook my head in disappointment and turned and walked out of the kitchen. I snapped my fingers and looked over my shoulder at Kane. “Come with me.”
Kane followed and said around the food in his mouth, “It better not be some sappy love show.”
Sappy? Sons of Anarchy?
Hell no.
“Just follow me,” I said as I stepped onto the stairs, “and let me introduce you to Jax Teller.”
I smiled as season one of Sons of Anarchy ended.
“So,” I asked as I grinned and turned my head in Kane’s direction, a little surprised when I found his body so close to mine. “What did you think?”