An involuntary moan escapes my lips. He tightens his grip on my hair, plunging his tongue deeper. A flush of heat sinks lower in my belly. It takes everything in me not to cave and beg him, in front of his friends, to fuck me.
Another deep, toe-curling claim of his sensuous lips on mine, and Kane trails his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Good girl. See how obedient you are when you don’t have a gun.”
Shivers run through me. I’m vaguely aware of his friends watching us as if Kane has lost his mind, but all I can concentrate on is his taste on my lips and the wetness between my legs.
Kane sits down and pulls me onto his lap as if I’ve always belonged there. Across from us, Maverick raises a brow and then passes Noah the remote without saying a word.
Kane takes my remote and starts another game. I’m tense at first, unsure where to look, what to say, or what to do.
At one point, I try to wriggle off Kane’s lap, but before I can move away, he presses his lips to my ear and says in that dark purr of his, “Stay, unless you want me to make you scream my name here in front of my friends.”
I don’t move again after that.
Not because I don’t want him to follow through on his promise, but because I enjoy the sound of it a little too much. And that worries me more than anything.
It’s too easy to feel at home here with Kane.
In his world.
NINE
JESSICA
It’s time to leave. The sun has set and it’s dark outside. Summer must be wondering where I am, and to make matters worse, I haven’t visited Mom again today. That’s the second time I’ve forgotten to go. I can’t afford any distractions.
“Kane,” I whisper. “I need to go home.”
With his arms around me as he games, he says, “No.”
That’s it, justno.But the word drips with authority. I blink at him, dumbfounded, then try to stand up.
“Sit,” he orders, barely glancing at me. I freeze because that word is heavy with command. “Sit your pretty ass down, or I’ll spank you raw in front of my friends.”
Chuckles reach us and my cheeks flush, but before I can argue, Kane’s identical twin enters the room.
“I’d listen to him,” Cash says and throws himself onto the nearest armchair with an easy grin. It’s eerie how alike he is to Kane. The only thing that sets them apart is the eyes. Kane’s are more guarded, while Cash looks haunted despite the smile.
My butt presses against Kane’s thighs again. He hands the remote to Maverick and leans back, shifting my hair from my shoulder.
His fingers find my neck, massaging the knots in the muscles there. The tension melts away under the slow, steady pressure of his touch. I soon relax, my eyes closing as a breathy moan escapes from my lips.
Kane’s fingers falter briefly before continuing. His touch is nothing short of magical. If he keeps this up, I’ll turn to JELL-O in no time.
When I open my eyes again, a storm of blue awaits me. Cash has his foot propped on the coffee table and his elbows on the armrests. He looks relaxed and at ease watching us, but then his brows sink over his eyes, and I feel a blush creep into my cheeks.
Kane straightens behind me, the heat of his chest pressed against my back, his lips near my ear. “You better not make a sound,” he warns, voice scratchy and raw. “If you moan, I’ll have to punish you. Understood?”
Before I can make sense of his words, he slips a large hand under my hoodie and bra to pinch my nipple. A yip escapes me as he rolls it between his fingers. “What did I just say, naughty girl? Not a sound.”
“What are you doing? We can’t—” I whisper back. Is he crazy? His friends are right there. His brother is watching.
Kane pinches again, harder, and the sharp pain sends a thrill through my veins. He’s staking a claim, but why? Why does he care if his friends know I’m his? I’d lie if I said it didn’t excite me to know I bring out this possessive side of him.
His fingers tug on my sensitive nipple, and then, “Stay the night.”
The question catches me off guard. He wants me to stay? Really?
A flush of heat sinks lower in my belly at the whisper of his breath on my ear. “I have to get home,” I answer, melting into him.
