Page 64 of Holy Hearts
“I’ll take the liquor,” Sophie says quickly, laughing lightly against my side.
“Me too,” I tell Kai, and he gives me a quick smirk before pouring some scotch into three crystal tumblers.
As he walks back over to us, Sophie’s arm leaves my waist, and I take the opportunity to walk around the living area. There are pictures with his brothers on the wooden mantel, and just as I walk over to the hallway, a small tan… thing… scurries past my legs, making a high-pitched squeaking sound.
I jump back and whirl around just as Sophie’s eyes go wide in front of me.
“Don’t mind Willy. He’s old and not used to visitors,” Kai explains, reaching down to scoop up the tiny animal.
I open and close my mouth once before looking at Sophie, who looks half a second away from laughing out loud.
“Willy?” I ask tentatively.
“Yeah. He’s a fennec fox. My dad had a menagerie, and when the Feds raided the castle Willy got stuck with me.”
“Willy,” I say again, trying to rein my inner teenager in. “As in… penis?”
Kai grins as he sets Willy down. “Right. Willy is slang for cock in the UK. I guess I should’ve seen that coming.”
“I think he’s cute,” Sophie says. “Can I pet him?”
Kai shrugs as he takes his scotch and sips it. “Sure. He’s friendly.”
Sophie bends down, reaching out to Willy and cooing as he brushes up against her hand and makes another squeaking sound.
The tension feels lighter now, and I lean back against the bookshelf as my eyes flick between Sophie and Kai. The music is soft, filling the silence with a quiet, lilting melody. When Sophie stands up, she smiles at Kai, but she walks over to me.
“Do you remember this song?” she asks, referencing the song playing, “Fade into You”by Mazzy Star.
“I do.”
She reaches out for my free hand, and I set my scotch down on the bookshelf as she drags me into the middle of the room.
“Dance with me?”
I smile as my arms loop around her narrow waist, and she rests her head on my chest as we sway to the music.
“I remember how fucking incredible you looked that night,” I murmur, ignoring my growing erection as I reference our third date.
It was the first night I slept with her, and the experience changed my life.
Kai walks over to the couch and sits down, scotch in hand. I make eye contact with him over Sophie’s head as we move to the slow music, and then I drag my eyes down his chest. He’s wearing a navy sweater with a white collar underneath and black trousers. His hair is unkempt and a little wild, and as always, he has a bit of scruff that lines his chiseled jaw. As my eyes rove back up to his face, he’s watching me with an almost daring look as he finishes the last of his scotch.
My hands glide over Sophie’s back, down to her arse, and she groans as I squeeze once.
Kai’s eyes spark with mischief, and he rubs his mouth with his hand. I notice the faint flex in his jaw, though—the way his eyes bore into mine as I drag my hand across her back. His gazeis relentless, the mischievous gleam sharpening every time our eyes meet. The gleam of amusement there—or is it challenge?—stirs something primal in me, something that stokes my need to keep his attention fixed on me. I know exactly what game he’s playing, and damn if I won’t play it better.
His pupils darken as I shift, rolling my hips against Sophie and drawing her even closer.
I don’t look away from Kai—I can’t.
His gaze stays locked with mine, intense and unblinking, as I dance with my wife. The longer it stretches out, the hotter my blood runs.
I press against Sophie’s abdomen, but my focus never wavers from the man watching us from the couch. Finally, I tear my eyes from his and press my mouth to Sophie’s neck, letting my lips graze her skin. My voice drops low, just for her.
“Do you like him watching you, pet? Knowing how hard he’s getting just from seeing you move?”
Her breath hitches, and I drag my teeth along her pulse point, savoring the way she melts against me, sighing my name as my fingers tighten on her hips.
