My heart dropped into my feet. I wanted to hold him! To slide my arms tightly around him and make him realize I was there, and that nobody blamed him, and that Connor had made his own shitty choices all on his own.
“Kane,” I said. “You can’t—”
“I know,” he said quickly. “And I get that. Still…”
His whole body tensed at once, every muscle drawing into itself in an frightening display of strength and power. Even his jaw went tight. The next words out of his mouth were terse and unflinching.
“I’m going to get everyone involved in betraying him,” he growled ominously. “Every. Single. Fucking. Person.”
I nodded into his chest, indicating I understood. That was I was behind him. Beside him. No matter what.
I’m not sure how long we stood there. Whether it was another five minutes, or fifteen, or fifty. The important part was holding each other. Of staring out into that dark horizon of nothingness, while our souls spoke at length with each other.
“I talked to Maddox and Austin,” he said at last. “Seems you guys had… fun this weekend.”
I glanced up and saw his knowing grin. I could only smirk right back at him.
“Yeah,” I said with a little laugh. “I guess you and I have some catching up to do.”
“Some welcoming home actually,” Kane nodded. “Unless you forgot?”
I chuckled again. “Forget? Please.” I stood on my tiptoes and pressed into him. “It’s why I left my room tonight to begin with.”
Kane’s eyes caught mine, then he lifted me into the air like I was nothing. My arms went over his shoulders, my legs sliding around his warm, naked torso.
Then we were kissing, with hunger and intensity. Over and over again, in the silent sanctity of our shadowed little hall.
“Take me back to your room,” I whispered, when I finally broke free of his lips.
My lover shook his head and smiled.
“Your room this time,” he said, walking us in that direction. “It smells like you, and it’s a lot softer and nicer in there.”
Fifty
KANE
It was so fucking warm inside her. Warm and wet and spectacularly good. She felt absolutely incredible with her body spooned into mine, my arm firmly around her waist, pinning her tightly against me as I chewed on her shoulder.
There was a lot comfort in screwing her on her side. For one I could kiss her as much as I wanted to. Kiss her while thrusting myself deep inside her, tilting her chin back in my direction as I kept sawing and plowing away.
“Baby…”
Her moans were soft. Mere whispers of words. Each time a hot breath left her lungs, I could feel it on my own lips.
“Oh honey…”
We’d been screwing for a long time. Doing it slowly, lazily, my arms wrapped around her as I penetrated her from behind. My hands were free to roam her perfect breasts. They made their way up to her neck, where I applied just enough pressure to leave her gasping with pleasure, even as she sucked, one by one, the fingers of my free hand into her wet, desperate mouth.
“Oh fuck, Kane,” she gasped greedily. “Fuck me…”
God, I’d missed her. So much more than I wanted to. So much more than I thought I would, even though she’d only been gone for a couple of days.
Part of me kept telling myself that was a problem. That I was getting in too deep, too fast. Becoming too attached to someone who could, at any moment, literally be torn from my life.
Just like Connor.
I growled and thrust harder, taking out all my frustrations and worries and fear. Dallas responded by groaning even more loudly, and calling for me to fuck her even more deeply than I was.