Page 36 of Demons & Damnation

“From what I remember,” she replied, taking her hand from Ben’s and walking towards Dylan.

“I can walk you to the car if you like,” Ben said, taking a step forwards.

“I got her,” Dylan replied, slipping an arm around Kyla’s waist as she reached his side.

Sam stifled a giggle as Kyla rolled her eyes.

Kyla turned to look at Ben over her shoulder. “Thank you. See you soon maybe.”

“I hope so,” Ben replied, smiling at her.

Kyla turned her attention back to the car as Dylan opened the front passenger door for her. After she’d sat down and settled herself in, Dylan closed the door, gifting the two brothers one final glance.

“I’ll sort myself then, yeah?” Sam said, snorting at her brother’s lack of care for her door to be opened.

“You’re a big girl,” Dylan replied. “You can work a door.”

Jogging around to the driver’s side, Dylan got in and immediately feathered the throttle, revving the engine to warn gathering spectators he would be moving. As they cleared a path and allowed him through, he saw a clear, straight road and gunned it, filling the air with the noise of his V8 engine.

“Was that necessary?” Kyla asked, looking at him.

A muscle in his neck and another in his cheek twitched. His shoulders were tense, his knuckles white from where he gripped the steering wheel so tight. “You know how I drive, Kyla.”

Kyla rolled her eyes. “That was nothing more than you being the last dog to piss up the lamp post. You may as well have all got your dicks out and argued over whose is bigger.”

“You’re lucky the cops are all busy, driving through town like that,” Sam said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if we get a visit tomorrow.”

Dylan responded to his sister by accelerating. He hurtled them around the country roads at speeds that even Kyla wouldn’t dare drive at, at least not on these roads. Three minutes later, he pulled up outside his and Sam’s house, the fan on his engine still whirring.

“Do you know what Mum and Dad will say if I tell them you drove five miles in three minutes?”

Dylan rolled his eyes. “Do you know I don’t give a flying fuck?”

Sam’s jaw dropped. “Wow. You really are something else, Dylan.” She touched Kyla on the shoulder and said, “I would say you’re welcome to stay but I don’t particularly want to hear you two fucking all night and I suspect he needs some tension easing.”

“It’s fine,” she said, patting Sam’s hand. “I think he needs to mark his territory.”

“I’m right fucking here,” Dylan said, his voice all but a growl. He stared straight ahead, his carotid artery pulsing underneath his skin. “And if I fuck you hard enough, you might remember where you’re better off.”

Kyla glared at him. She knew the green-eyed monster had gotten a hold of him, real good. Still, his ego needed taking down a peg or two. “It’s not about fucking me hard, Dylan. It’s about fucking me right.”

He turned to look at Kyla, his eyes wide with shock. “What?”

“Ok,” Sam said, opening her door. “I’m out. See you two tomorrow.”

Sam jumped out of the car, running for the safety of her house. As the door slammed shut, silence encompassed Kyla and Dylan, every ticking second raising the tension by ten levels.

“Are you telling me I’m not fucking you right?” Dylan asked.

Kyla bit her bottom lip and looked away. “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”

“My question still stands.”

“You know our sex is good, Dylan. I have no complaints.”

“Good?” He snorted and floored the car down the driveway, heading back out onto the road. “Good is like a B grade, Kyla. Some would argue even a C grade. I don’t want good. I want fucking mind blowing amazing. The kind of sex that you think about when I’m not there.”

Wow, Kyla thought to herself. Really dented his ego with this one.

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