Page 78 of Kid
Epilogue
Nella
September….
I woke up long before my alarm and sat facing Kid. He was shirtless, the tattoos elegant and artistic against his body. I watched his face—the soft flare of his nose, the periodic twitch at the corner of his lips—this man was gorgeous. His body was perfect, his nipples tight as his chest rose and fell in sleep.
It was hard to believe he’d given himself to me. It was even harder to believe he was in love with me.
I dragged a finger from his neck, down between his pecs.
“Do you want to play, Nella?” Kid asked.
I giggled. “Always. But we don’t have time for that. I want to make Jeremy a nice breakfast on his first day.”
I scrambled off the bed.
Kid groaned.
Even so, while Jeremy showered, I allowed Kid to do things to my body that would make a stripper blush.
I hadn’t been satisfied with a quickie. But there was nothing I could do. Instead, I fixed my clothes. Kid helped me to tame my hair and by the time Jeremy made his way into the kitchen to take a seat at the island, I had food ready for him—toast, scrambled eggs, and orange juice.
Jeremy got his license and for the first day at a new school, I sat in the backseat of the Hellcat, Kid in the passenger seat and allowed him to drive to school on the first day. It was kind of a way for the other students to see how cool he was and hopefully help him make some friends.
The rumble of the vehicle caused the students outside to turn in the direction of the car and as Jeremy pulled to a stop, I could see the awe in their eyes. I blew him a kiss as I handed him his bag and watched him climb out of the vehicle.
Kid laughed softly as he got out to walk around to the other side to get behind the wheel. I moved to the passenger side but not before hearing the whispers of the kids.
“Did he pull up in a Hellcat?” One asked another.
“Wasn’t that Ronan Arrowood?” Another wanted to know.
“He knows Ronan Arrowood!” One exclaimed.
Kid and I left the school and made our way toward the center of the town. I had to get to the studio with Chelsea and Sean.
All I wanted to do was go home again and crawl into Kid’s arm. Over the past month and a half, he’d spoiled me. I forced myself to stay in bed until he woke in the mornings. Turned out, waking up in Kid’s arms was a lot of fund.
Most often than not, he made love to me, twisting my body in carnal art over and over.
Every morning he left me breathless—using his fingers, his tongue, his lips—every part of him. He loved the bite of my fingernails into his skin, the burn of my teeth against his neck.
The last couple of weeks we’d have to take it a little slow due to his new tattoo. But it didn’t stop us. This morning, Kid pressed me face-first into a wall in the living room and took me roughly from behind while Jeremy was taking a shower.
It was a risk, but I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off him.
Chelsea was right—it was absolutely otherworldly having an Arrowood brother body me into the wall.
My cheeks flushed.
“Are you okay?” Kid asked.
“Me?” I cleared my throat and rested a hand on his thigh. “I’m fine. I was thinking about this morning.”
“What about this morning?”
“In the kitchen.”
