Page 65 of Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 22
Kane
The woman had me running on an overload of libido. Sure, it had been a while since I’d had sex, but with Zandra around, everything was that much harder—and one thing in particular was very hard. My mind sprinted forward to the night ahead of us. Her in my arms, her body glistening with our combined sweat as I pumped into her.
Stop it!
I had to slow my ass way the hell down. What was I thinking?
The main goal here was to figure out how to incorporate her into Fox’s life. And here I was thinking more about all the ways I was going to fuck the hell out of her, and not thinking about what she was actually there for.
Aunt Nancy came out the patio door. “Knock, knock.”
Zandra looked at me with panicked eyes. I smiled at her, hoping to convey that everything was fine. “I invited Aunt Nancy and Uncle James over to meet you.”
She fanned herself. “Oh, heck.”
My aunt went straight to her. “Do you remember me, Zandra?”
“You haven’t changed a bit.” Zandra met my aunt halfway, then Aunt Nancy took her into her arms for a big hug.
“That was so long ago. I was afraid you would’ve forgotten me.” Aunt Nancy let her go. “It’s good to see you, Zandra.”
“You too.” She looked a little overwhelmed, and I stepped up beside her, putting my arm around her to steady her.
Uncle James came out the door. “Hey there.” He held up a twelve pack of beer. “I brought the suds. Let the party begin.”
“And what did you bring for me, Uncle James?” Fox shouted.
Uncle James held up a brown paper bag. “Some boxes of apple juice. You know I never forget about my little man.”
“Thanks,” Fox said with a smile.
After he put the drinks in the minifridge in the outdoor kitchen, Uncle James joined us and I introduced Zandra to him. “Now, you two have never met. Uncle James, this is Zandra.”
He held out his arms. “Well, can I have a hug too?”
She walked to him, letting him hug her. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, Zandra.” He let her go, and we all took seats around the large glass patio table.
With Aunt Nancy and Uncle James around, the flirting would have to stop for now, but I thought that might be a good thing. I don’t know how the girl did it, but she tied my ass in knots.
Zandra had taken the chair next to mine. “You want a cold beer, Zandra?”
She hopped up. “I’ll get you one, but I’m good.” She looked at the others. “Can I grab you guys one?”
I got up, stopping her. “No. I’ll get them. You take a seat. You’re not working today.”
She kept heading to the fridge anyway. “Sit down, Kane. I’ll get them. It’s fine.”
“No.” I grabbed her by the waist, picking her up then putting her back in the chair. “I’ll get them.”
“Fine.” She laughed. “But can you get me an apple juice?” She looked at Fox, who stood near us tossing the baseball into the air and catching it. “If Fox will share with me, that is.”
“Yeah, sure.” He stopped throwing the ball and looked right at me. “See, Dad, she’s not an alcoholic just ’cause she works at a bar.”
I froze then looked at Zandra, who thankfully wore a smirk. “I told you he has no filter.”
