Page 130 of Kane's Awakening
“Damn, you’re brutal today. My poor ego.” I dramatically flung my hand to my heart, careful not to hit the still-healing wound there. “You owe me one hell of a blowjob for that one.”
“That can be arranged,” he said, and the darkening of his eyes made my dick twitch. Blowjobs were his specialty, which shocked the hell out of me when I’d discovered it. Mr. Shy and Submissive could certainly suck a cock like nobody’s business. “But not today.”
“Tease,” I snarled as he stood.
Having a perfect view of his ass, I slapped it, grinning when he looked at me with a tight jaw and lustful gaze.
A knock on the door interrupted us, followed by giggling from the other side.
“The twins are here,” he said as he went to answer it. “Behave.”
“I always behave,” I lied, sitting up from my position on the couch and putting another pillow behind me to help prop me up.
“Better watch yourself.” Ryker shot me a look over his shoulder. “You don’t want a lightning strike to go with those gunshot wounds.”
There was no time for a retort before the door opened and the kids came running inside. Molly jumped down from the recliner she’d been asleep in and padded over to meet them. Isabella threw her arms around Molly and kissed her head.
“Hey, pretty girl,” she cooed, scratching behind Molly’s ears.
Theo jogged over to the couch and bent down to give me a gentle hug.
It had been that way since I’d got out of the hospital and began staying with Ryker. His kids had accepted us and our new arrangement with no question.
Well, almost no questions.
Isabella asked if Molly could sleep in her room when she stayed over. Of course, Molly loved the attention and followed Izzy around everywhere. There was even one time when I called to her, and she stayed curled up with Izzy instead of coming over to me. The traitor.
Theo kept asking Ryker and me if we were getting married. Then, he asked what it felt like getting shot, how did I feel about stopping a bad guy, and if I was going to get a medal. He was such a curious kid, but I didn’t mind it, loving how he made me laugh and how he looked at me with admiration in his eyes.
That fatherly spark hit me again as he hugged me.
“How are you?” he asked, still clinging to me.
I met Ryker’s awed stare and rested my cheek on the top of Theo’s head.
“Never been better,” I answered, feeling the truth of my words in my very core.
***
Days later, I was stuck inside the house. Again. The summer heat was brutal, though, so I didn’t mind staying inside the air conditioned confines of Ryker’s living room. I’d limped over to the high back chair by the window, so I could see outside. The chair looked like it was made for royalty with its winged edges and throne-like appearance.
King Kane had a nice ring to it.
My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it from the side table.
Devon:Is he still holding you hostage?
Me:You know it. But being his prisoner isn’t the worst thing in the world. I mean, he gives great head and I kind of like him. A little.
Devon:LMAO sounds like some fucked-up Stockholm syndrome to me
Me:Dafuq is that?
My friendship with Devon had come as a surprise. If you’d asked me months before if I’d ever talk to him again, I would’ve said you were crazy and needed mental help. But then something had shifted between us, as if his wife catching him fucking Max had been the awakening he’d needed to take a step back and really look at his life. To see what all he’d been denying himself.
I realized he’d treated me like shit in the past because he’d been afraid of anyone finding out he was gay. Terrified, really. Yeah, that didn’t excuse his actions, but it made me look at him in a new light and recognize that I’d sort of done the same thing to Ryker out of my own fear.
We’d started talking after the shit with Ryker had happened. I guess that was the silver lining out of it all. We’d only grown closer since then.
