Page 121 of Till The Sun Dies (Checkmate 2)

“Jess’ orgasms?” His eyes spark with a dare. “The fuck you talking about, woman?” He snags Jess as she passes and slams his tongue down her throat.

Not so long ago, I’d have turned away and fought away an embarrassing blush. I’d have had to fan my face and breathe through my feelings.

But not anymore.

I don’t know if Kane does this with the express intention to desensitize me to people practically fucking in front of my eyes, or if that’s just a side benefit.

But it’s working.

His large hand squeezing her boobs doesn’t fluster me the way it used to. The way she started this make out session with hands that were pushing him away, only to now end with her groaning and pulling him close doesn’t make my heart race the way it used to.

Kane has desensitized me to his filthy behavior.

Bravo, thug.

When he pulls back and holds a gasping Jess upright, he turns to me with a smug grin. “Jess’ orgasms are just fine. Now get the hell out while I show her.” When I don’t move, when I simply fold my arms across my chest and glare, he shrugs. “Or you can stay. Whatever. Then you can learn what to do next time you’re giggling with the band geek.”

“Ugh!” Turning on my heels, I push back into the breezeway and thoughtlessly slam the door, rattling the walls. “Shit.”

Rustling in my room proves I woke Ang, and within two minutes of leaving Jess’ room, he opens the door and steps into the breezeway amid sleepy eyes and giant yawns.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” He rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Is it time to go?”

“Yeah.” I walk to the car and begin moving the soft top back. It’s so perfectly warm, and we’re driving direct to the coast today. No way am I doing it with the top up. “We gotta wait, because Jess and Kane are doing it again.”

“Again?” He turns, as though to see through the brick wall. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Not kidding, but this one was probably my fault. I might’ve challenged him…”

His eyes narrow. “What did you do?”

“I may have mentioned he sucks in bed.”

“Why?” I giggle when he throws his hands into the air. “Why would you challenge him, Laine? Where was your brain?”

“I wasn’t thinking! He was shirtless and being a crass pig. He challenged me, so then I said something about how Jess’ orgasms are lacking…”

“And now we’re standing outside before the sun for no damn reason.”

I lock the soft top back and try to control my giggles. “I don’t know how long they’ll be. I said some mean things.”

He turns back with clear eyes. No longer tired, no longer yawning, he watches me with laughing eyes, and shakes his head. “Let’s get some breakfast. My treat.”

“Can we get it to go? We could sit outside and watch the sunrise.”

“Sure. You got all your stuff from inside?”

“Uh-huh. You?”

“I’ve just gotta throw my toothbrush into my backpack. That’s it.”

A few minutes after we do a final run through of our room and make sure we didn’t forget anything, I climb into the passenger side of my shiny new Buick and let Ang drive us across the highway to the diner.

I let him order our breakfast.

And the whole time, I run Kane’s words through my head.

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