Page 12 of Kane's Kind of Trouble

I might very well be the biggest threat in Eagle’s world.

Her father… I don’t know what he’s capable of yet. But I have my suspicions. Only, I know what I want, and it will leave Eagle with scars, inside and out.

She’ll lose her virginity to a bastard, her mind screwed up by my obsession because she doesn’t understand the world yet.

Getting her warm, curvy body in my arms was right up there with the fucked-up mistake that landed me in prison after getting out of the U.S. Navy. I should have let the cops deal with my sister’s attacker… but fuck that.

Just like I can’t regret holding Eagle. At last.

“I didn’t know it was going to be that bad. Guess I should have been better about planning my escape.”

“If I was in the city and knew you were up here all alone in this weather, I’d be freaking the fuck out.” I get winded just thinking about that and can’t go on until I clear my throat.

“We’re gonna talk about what the hell you were thinking when you left, but not right now. Gotta get you warm and comfortable first.”

“Okay,” she breathes, reaching around the driver’s seat to rest her small hand on my chest. Right above the tattoo of the golden eagle… the one I got because of her.

Oh god. This is bad. It’s like we’re connected by some energetic tether already.

For months I’ve shot my cum into my fist with visions of her fevered lips on my skin there in that very spot. Eagle beneath me, her tits smashed against me, my cock buried in that taboo heaven between her young, lithe legs.

But I got it wrong. She felt even better than I could ever imagine when she was sitting on my lap, and we’ve both still got our clothes on.

Jeezus.

Unclenching my stomach, I force a deep breath. “I’ll be back. Gonna clear the place. Lock the doors until I get back.”

When I look in the rearview mirror, she’s wide-eyed.

“Understand?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m safe?—”

“Eagle!”

“Okay!”

Growling, baring my teeth like some kind of depraved animal, I stomp to the cabin, retrieve the hidden key—don’t even get me started—and fling open the door.

Only after I check the rooms like I’m searching for armed dust bunnies in all three of the small rooms, I build a fire and start the propane water heater.

I’m still jacked up… maybe more so when I take the steps three at a time down to the driveway.

Eagle’s pretty face is illuminated by the porch light. She locked the doors. The click of her unlocking them makes me grin when I approach.

She shivers when I open the back door, a blush racing up her cheeks that sends me into a feeding frenzy. “Good girl, come on, I’m carrying you. Don’t even think about protesting because you’re gonna figure out that I’m an immovable object.”

“My feet work fine.”

“So do my arms.” I scoop her up, instantly making my body vibrate. There’s probably a sound coming out of me like those power stations with all the warning signs on them.

Wind grabs at us, tossing her hair around, the strands catching on my five-o’clock shadow.

Her laugh is soft as she plucks the strands, the sound working some kind of dark magic on me. Chipping another giant hole in the barrier I’ve been trying to keep up between us.

“My hair likes your face.”

“My face likes your hair.”

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