Page 14 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Six
Ryker
That morning couldn’t have been any worse. First, I had overslept because I’d somehow forgotten to set my alarm. Normally that wouldn’t have been that big of a deal since I didn’t have a set time I had to be at work—one of the benefits of being a co-owner of the firm. But I had an appointment with a client at eight thirty that morning.
After rushing around to get ready, I had poured coffee into a travel mug, and right as I was walking out the door, I stumbled over one of Theo’s toys and spilled it down the front of my shirt. I’d quickly changed and bolted out of the house with only ten minutes to spare before the appointment.
And now I’m being pulled over.
Growling at the flashing lights behind me, I slowed down and pulled to the side of the road.Just perfect.Might as well add a speeding ticket to the list of things for the worst Monday ever. I got my license out of my wallet before reaching over into the glove box, shuffling through all the crap inside to find my insurance information to help speed up the freaking process.
The officer walked up and tapped my window, and I rolled it down.
“License and registration,” he said in an oddly familiar voice. “You were speeding through here like a bat out of hell.”
“Yeah, sorry, I—”
I froze when I looked at him.You’ve got to be shitting me.That baby face, sensual lips, and green eyes were unmistakable.
“No way,” he said, his eyes lighting up with the same recognition. “Well, this isn’t awkward at all.”
Yeah nothing weird about being pulled over by the same guy who unleashed a load in your ass a few days prior.
Facing him outside of the club setting, my introverted self became uncomfortable and I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t often that I had sex with guys like him, and I wasn’t sure how to act. Sex was sex, so why did I have to overthink everything and make it weird? Just because the guy had been inside me didn’t mean anything.
“Here.” I handed him my information. “Guess you need that.”
I looked away from his too-handsome face and found myself staring at the badge on his uniform. So, his last name was Matthews. I wondered if his first name was something like Derek or Michael. He looked like he could be a Ryan maybe. Or a Dylan.
He took the papers but didn’t move. Instead, he studied my license. Taking his time and making me even later. My appointment was in less than five minutes.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. My irritation at running late replaced some of my shyness. “I’m kind of in a hurry, so if you’re going to give me a ticket, just do it.”
“Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning? Fuck,” he said. “Are you always so grumpy?”
The nerve of him.
“Are you always so unprofessional?” I spouted back.
Shockingly, he laughed. “You got me there. I guess all procedure just goes out the window when I’m around handsome men, especially when they have a jawline like yours.”
I’d never once described a man as having a smolder in his eyes, but dang it, this infuriatingly attractive Officer Matthews had one damn sexy gleam in that green-eyed stare of his. One that made me ache and wish he’d bury himself in my ass again. The thought made me squirm a bit in my seat.
“Um, I’m almost late for an appointment with a client. Can we speed this up?”
He cocked his head and smirked. “What kind of an appointment? Because if it involves you naked, sign me up for the next available slot.”
I gaped, unsure how to respond to such a bold statement.
“Just joking, Ryker. Mostly,” he said with the same shit-eating grin in place, looking at my license again before handing it back to me. “Consider this a warning. The next time, I won’t let you off so easy.”
“Thanks.” I took the papers and put them back in the glove box. “Since you know my name now, can I have yours?” Not wanting to seem too interested, I added, “Just so I know who to avoid for future purposes.”
“Avoid? Yeah right. You’ll want a piece of me again,” he responded in the cockiness I’d come to expect from him. “My name’s Kane, though, for when you’re screaming it the next time we fuck.”
I needed to stop being so shocked at the crap that came out of his mouth, but I’d never met anyone like him. Unfiltered and uncouth. I couldn’t help but wonder if he used it as a defense mechanism. Just something about the way his eyes flashed after he spouted something like that off. A vulnerability.
“Who said there will be a next time?” I asked, challenging him. “From what I recall, you left me without a word the last time we had sex, so why would I want to again?”
