Page 6 of Holiday Scars
Blade catches me staring at him, eyes dark as sin. “You okay?”
“Perfect,” I say and push the cart ahead so I don’t have to look at him anymore.
By the time we get to the one open checkout lane, I’m sweating under my coat. Blade’s gone quiet, his expression unreadable. When I try to pay for the food, he slaps my hand away.
“I got it.”
I don’t expect or want to be taken care of. But it’s in his nature to be the caretaker. How do I feel about that? I’ve never even kissed a man and have no idea where I lean bi-sexually. Top or bottom? I’m dominant with women. Yet, the thought of Blade taking me and being rough with me excites me in ways I didn’t expect.
We drive back to the cabin, the radio filling the silence again, Blade staring straight out the windshield.
White smoke belches from the cabin’s chimney, and I can already feel the warmth. Inside, the cabin smells like wood smoke. Holding the grocery bags, I’m halfway to the kitchenwhen I hear a woman’s laugh. Dirk’s voice follows, growly and teasing.
My stomach drops as I open the louvre doors to the galley kitchen.
Hana is pressed up against Dirk, kissing him. She’s not supposed to be here. She never comes.
Dirk looks up, grinning. “Surprise. Hana is spending Thanksgiving here this year. Told her parents she’s tired of their crap.”
Hana’s old world, traditional parents don’t approve of her six-foot, tattoo artist, morally gray boyfriend. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says, all sweet, even though she’s a shark lawyer.
I force a smile. “Of course not. I’m glad you’re here.”
Given my mood, their joyous laughter and grunts of arousal are not sounds that belong in the same house with me right now.
I’m not mad at Hana. Not really. She has every right to want to be here with Dirk. It’s the holidays. Nobody should spend them alone.
“Whose car is parked—” Blade ambles up behind me and stops, seeing Hana.
I didn’t even notice the other car outside. That’s how inside my head I am. And apparently Blade isn’t. It’s business as usual for him.
Dirk pulls away from Hana long enough to nod toward his bedroom off the kitchen. “Hey, Blade, I put your stuff in Jett’s room. Hana loves the clawfoot tub in my bathroom.”
Blade blinks. “What?”
The air shifts.Uh oh.
Blade and Dirk always shared a room. It was the one silver lining to this whole mess. And it just got tarnished.
But Dirk doesn’t hear Blade’s question. He’s already kissing Hana. I appreciate how happy he is. Dirk must be thrilled that she stood up to her parents for him.
Blade and I trade looks. His jaw flexes once before he grabs his duffel from the lounge chair in the living room and disappears down the hall to my bedroom.
Where there’s only one bed.
I just stand there, staring at the spot he left, my heartbeat thudding in my ears.
I know tonight, when the house goes quiet, Blade isn’t going to accept my silence. Unless he silences me.
With his cock.
CHAPTER FOUR
Blade
Dirk and Hana are laughing in the kitchen, shoving groceries into the refrigerator, and making out like teenagers in between. The sound of Hana’s giggle grates on my nerves. But only because I’m pissed off.
And lonely.
