Page 55 of Hell on an Angel
Gathering up her things, she shoved them in her bag and headed back to the room she and Cree spent the night in. “Hey.” The sound of Cree’s voice startled her as she stepped out into the hallway.
“Hey.” Tucking her hair back, she watched as he shoved off the wall.
“Sweater looks nice. Bet you’re glad to have something different to wear.”
“I don’t know. It feels odd to have it on.”
He’d spent the last hour listening to Player tell him how selfish he was being. How he had nothing to offer Kennedy except a saddle bag to put her stuff in and a life moving from pillar to post. Maybe the brother was right. Maybe she would want to go back to her life in Reno once her boss was in jail. “At least you won’t have to be on the back of the bike for hours at a time in freezing weather.”
“Fuck, you’re leaving me, just like Zoe said you would.”
“Did I say that?”
“Not with words, but your thoughts are loud and clear.”
“I told you, you’re mine, and I meant those words.”
“But . . .” She watched him carefully. If the past three weeks had done nothing else, they had taught her how to read his moods and body language. And at that moment, Cree was unsure of his next move. “Oh my god, you let Player get in your damn head, didn’t you?”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“I’ll kick his ass.”
Cree stifled a laugh. This was why he loved her. No doubt she would always have his back. “You will not be kicking anyone’s ass.”
“Give me one sec, okay.”
“Okay. Where are you going?”
“Hang on.”
Ducking back inside the bathroom, Kennedy dropped her backpack onto the sink and dug out a fitted denim shirt. She hadn’t worn it yet due to how cold it had been, but she loved the way it hugged her waist and showed off the curve of her hips. She’d promised herself the first time she got to wear it for Cree, she would. Today was that day.
Fastening the little pearl snaps, she stopped right where it showed off the arrowhead necklace she’d bought on the reservation. The necklace rested between her breasts, drawing attention to her ample cleavage. Rolling up the cuffs, her birthday gift jingled against her hand. Using a scrunchy, she secured her hair in a messy bun instead of leaving it down. Looking at her reflection, Kennedy recognized herself. This was who she was now, a strong woman worthy of a man like Cree. Not some little girl needing approval from anyone.
Tossing the backpack over her shoulder, she walked back out. She leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Cree to turn around. When he did, her reward was a shit-eating grin as he made quick work of closing the distance between them. “There’s my iskwew.”
“You like?”
“Oh yeah, I like.”
“Good.”
Cree took the bag from her. “Your brother is gonna flip his shit with your shirt unbuttoned like that.”
“Do you want me to button it all the way up?”
“Fuck no. I like seeing that arrowhead pointing to what’s waiting on me later.” Cree opened the door to their room to put her bag away and found himself being shoved inside by Kennedy. “What the hell?” he barely managed to ask before she had him flat on his back on the bed.
“You haven’t kissed me today, miyowapewiw.” She saw the surprised look on his face when she called him handsome in his native tongue.
“Iskwew, you keep talking dirty to me and we’ll be doing more than kissing.”
Kennedy crushed her mouth to his, wanting to taste his kiss. She wanted more but didn’t want to delay Christmas any longer than she had already. “I miss your touch.”
He knew what she meant. Since she hurt her hip, he’d been avoiding sex for fear he’d hurt her. Now, he was trying to avoid it where Player wouldn’t be pissed off during dinner. “Tonight, I’m all yours, katawasisiw.”
“Promise?”
