“Why didn’t you say so?” He raises up and gives me a wicked grin. He carries me upstairs and into my bedroom. I’m thrown onto my bed.
Gulping, I manage to get out an, “Oh shit,” before I’m left speechless. The tongue on that man.
Later that week
Snuggling deep under Kane’s neck I trail my hand up and down his belly. Thick arms pull me closer to him. He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Kane. Why did you stay with your mom when she did what she did? You were a kid, but you could have gotten out.”
He sighs and pulls me closer to him. “Because she was my mom. I loved her even though she was a shit mother. She wasn’t always like that. I held on to the times where she was a great mom. A mom that baked me cookies, sang to me, and tucked me in at night.”
“I couldn’t leave her. I wanted to make sure she was safe. I put myself in front of her even as a kid so her drug dealers wouldn’t hit her. I made sure she would eat. I did what I possibly could for her. It was a shit life. When she over dosed, I ran. I lived on the streets for years.” He trails his fingers down my spine while I blink back tears at what my sweet Kane has been through.
“I was hard around the edges. My demons haunting the shit out of me. Still to this day I’m haunted. But I’m not going to let those demons haunt what I have.” Sitting up, I look at him not caring I’m butt ass naked.
His eyes connect with mine, hard and serious. My body wracks with chills at his expression. “I’m not going to let those demons haunt what I have because, baby, I’ll fight harder for you. Always.”
I let out a gasp as my heart skips a beat at his words. That man… Jumping up I wrap my arms around his neck at a loss for words. One thing for sure is I’m falling hard for this man. He is perfect in every way.
Chapter Seven
Two weeks later
Kane and I have been together for one month. We didn’t discuss it. It just happened. To some people that doesn’t sound very long, but we spend every waking moment together. Kane? It’s hard to explain someone like him. Over the last month I have come to know him on so many levels. His demons, his sadness.
Kane has changed, but not in a bad way. He’s protective, caring, tender and passionate. He’s the kind of man who opens the door before you but smacks your ass as you walk in. He’s controlling, and it drives me crazy, but I know he does it because he cares.
Since that first date, Kane has become my world. My almost every thought is on him. He’s the last thing I think of before I go to sleep and the first thing I think about when I wake. He stays the night a lot.
My phone ringing brings me out of my thoughts. Walking into the kitchen, I grab it and hit talk.
“Hello?”
“Hi. Want to go out tonight? I really want to go to a bar.” Braelyn asks.
Braelyn has become the old Braelyn over the past month. She is still scared a lot, but every day I see more of the old Brae popping out, and I think a huge reason for this is Ethan. There is something there between them.
“Sure! Want me to pick you up?”
“That will be great. Be here at nine?”
“Sure, babe. See ya later.” Hanging up, I go and collapse onto the couch reading my new favorite book.
Getting a text, I pick up my phone and wince. It’s from Kane:
Kane: Want me to pick up some dinner?
Me: Girls night with Braelyn. Sorry.
Kane: No, have fun. Where are you going?
Me: Bar.
Kane: Be careful and call me if you drink so I can come and get you.
Me: I will. :)
Picking my book up, I veg on the couch for the rest of the day.
~*~
I pull up at Ethan’s house at ten until nine. I’m wearing a tight red dress that shows off my curves. It goes past my thigh so it’s more than decent. It shows cleavage but not a lot.
Walking up Ethan’s porch steps, I walk on inside. Hearing yelling, I run into the kitchen. Ethan is towering over Brae who has her arms crossed across her chest with an angry expression on her face. Looking between, them, I ask “What’s going on?”
“You’re not going out like that,” Ethan growls at her.
“Yes I am!” she yells and stomps her foot.
Getting a good look at Brae, I understand why Ethan is having a meltdown her dress is really short; the back of it, well there isn’t one. Her cleavage is having a race of who can pop out of her dress first. This isn’t going to be good. Braelyn is wearing what they call ‘a little black dress’.
Leaning back against the wall, I can’t wipe the smile off my face. Braelyn isn’t one who allowed anyone to tell her what to do, and Ethan is the kind of man who thinks his way is the right way.