Page 133 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Ryker
October
With the changing of the season, I’d never felt so stable in my own life. The hot, humid air of summer was being swept away by the slight chill and crispness of fall, and as I stepped outside that Saturday morning with my coffee, I breathed in the air, letting it fill my lungs before exhaling it back out.
The countryside was breathtaking, but something magical happened to it as the sun hit it at dawn, creating shadows on the hills and glistening off the dew covered grass. Golden light reigned over the horizon, and the deep green of the fields appeared even darker, but no less beautiful.
A horse neighed and ran along the fence line, his dark mane blowing behind him as he did. His shiny black coat was gorgeous as he ran, and his long tail flicked behind him. He was a Friesian, one hell of an expensive breed of horse, but Kane—being a believer in rescuing animals—found him at an animal shelter in the city over from us, having been brought in for neglect.
He’d named him Nemesis, or Nem for short.
Kane had agreed to move in with me a month after I’d moved in. He’d come over one evening after work—which had become the norm—and had pushed me up against the front door, rubbing his hands down my sides and grabbing my ass. Between kisses, he’d said he was ready to take that next step. That he wanted to spend every night with me sleeping beside him.
It had taken him a while to come around, but once he had, he never looked back.
And neither had I.
I watched Nemesis gallop in the field and took a drink of my coffee, standing on the porch and resting my back against one of the columns of the house. A noise behind me made me flip around.
Kane walked out of the door, wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a backward baseball cap, and no shirt.
Seeing his bare chest still made my insides hurt sometimes. The gunshot wounds had scarred, leaving his once smooth skin rugged in the two areas. It wasn’t the appearance that hurt, though, but more so the memories that came with it.
I’d never forget the way he looked lying in that hospital bed and the fear in my gut as I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to tell him again that I loved him.
“You’re really going to try to ride Nem again?” I asked. “Didn’t he just buck your butt off like two days ago?”
“Ah, come on, Rye. Sayass. It won’t hurt you,” he pestered, closing the space between us and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Mmm, you taste like coffee. Me like.”
I kissed him, and he returned the kiss by deepening it and moving his tongue against mine. It drove me wild. I went to grab his hair, but was stopped by the bill of his cap.
“You know I can’t resist you when you wear that hat,” I said as I pulled away and took all of him in.
Kane by himself was a freaking sex god, but put a backward baseball cap on him, and I turned into a puddle of goo.
“Why the fuck would I want you to resist me?” he asked, waggling his brows and biting the tip of his tongue. He then focused on Nemesis in the field to the left and determination sparked in his green eyes. “I’m going to get him to trust me. I know what it’s like to be hurt and lose all faith in people. Healing is hard, but not impossible. He just needs some time.”
Nemesis, from what the people at the shelter had said, had once been a rodeo horse and had won all kinds of awards. His owner had died, though, and he’d been given to the owner’s daughter, who hadn’t given a crap about him. When Nem was found months before, his ribs had been showing and he’d had scars from the times the daughter had whipped him.
His trust in humans was broken, but I knew Kane’s patience and love would prevail in the end.
“Have some breakfast and coffee first, before you go all horse whisperer, okay?”
Kane smiled and grabbed my coffee before taking a drink.
“Hey,” I said, reaching for my cup, which he moved out of the way. “I meant get your own, not steal mine.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, backing up toward the door with a rebellious expression and crooked smile. “What are ya gonna do about it, Rye?”
The asshole took another drink, not breaking eye contact with me. With that same look on his face, he slipped his thumb through the handle and let it dangle in the air, spilling the remaining coffee on the porch.
“Oops. All gone,” he said before his lips twitched.
When I lunged forward to grab him, he leapt backward and took off running into the house, throwing the empty cup onto the carpet. I chased him. The muscles in his back moved beneath his tan skin as he ran through the living room and down the hall, and I grew hard at the sight.
I’d never known how much I loved sex until Kane came into my life. But it wasn’t just the sex, but the fact I was doing it withhim, that I loved most.
