Page 74 of The Betrayal You Serve
The house is in silence but confident that he wouldn't have left me here alone, I pull the door open and pad down the short hall.
"Hey," I say, finding him sitting on the couch staring at his cell, deep in thought. The frown lines that mar his brow make my stomach sink as I'm once again reminded that he's given everything up.
I might have wanted him to choose between me and the Hawks, but I never expected it to end with him giving up his dream.
There's got to be something we can do.
"Hey, Princess." A smile takes over his face when he turns to see me standing in the doorway in only his shirt. "Hmm, you look good enough to eat."
"Pretty sure you already have," I say, attempting to ignore the flush of heat that assaults my body and failing miserably.
"I sure did. I have plans to do it again soon too." He winks and my cheeks burn as I remember watching his face between my thighs.
"C-can I use your bathroom?"
His eyes leisurely take in my barely-clad body before he nods his chin over my shoulder.
"The door behind you. I should warn you, it's blue."
"Blue?" I ask with a laugh.
"You'll see." I back away, keeping my eyes on his heated ones. "Use anything you like."
"Thank you."
"Are you hungry?" he asks before I push through the door.
"Uh… yeah."
"What do you want? I'll order in."
"Chinese?"
"Sure."
"You can pick." I disappear into the bathroom and shut the door behind me before he can argue. "Whoa," I breathe. It's really… blue.
I use the toilet, finger brush my teeth with his toothpaste and splash my face with water, doing the best job I can to remove my smeared makeup but quickly give up when it doesn't budge. I need to get my things from my car, assuming he's planning on me staying here, that is.
When I return to the living area, the couch is empty but a crash comes from the kitchen.
"Beer?" Kane asks with his head in the fridge giving me a great view of his underwear-covered ass.
"Hmm… do you have anything else in there?" He bends over a little more.
"Soda, water, OJ?" It's not until he looks over his shoulder that he realizes what I'm doing. "Oh, you are in so much trouble, Scarlett Hunter." He swings the refrigerator door closed and races toward me. I immediately take off, running around the table so he can't get me.
"This will end better for you if you just come to me," he warns after we've done a few laps, both of our chests heaving and wide smiles across our faces.
"Who said I want it to be better for me? Maybe I want you to spank my ass for being a naughty girl."
"Oh, Princess. That can certainly be arranged," he growls.
He takes a step toward me, stalking me as if I'm his prey and I dart forward, but not before I pull at the hem of his shirt showing him my ass.
"Such trouble." I don't make it another step before he's on me, showing me that he was only playing with me before allowing me to run ahead. Asshole.
My front collides with the wall as the length of his body pins me there. I feel him hard at my ass as his hand slips under the shirt and splays on my stomach.
