My eyes move past them to Noah, who’s already watching me with a slight furrow between his brows. I’m unsure what to make of his scrutiny.
“She turned me down,” Cash says a third time as he inches closer to Kane, as if calming a dangerous animal. “Now you know, okay? She’s not like the others.”
Oh, that’s right. When the scuffle broke out, I almost forgot about what he did.
I cross my arms. “You tried to trick me.”
It’s not a question. Rage quickly clears the haze. Who does he think he is? Pretending to be Kane to get into my pants.
Cash barely spares me a glance when he says, “I was never gonna kiss you.” As an afterthought, he adds, “No offence.”
I scoff.
He’s got some fucking nerve.
“I’m disgusted that you’d even think I want to kiss you.”
Now he turns to face me. In fact, they all do. His lips twitch, then he bursts out laughing, walking past us with a quick, friendly slap on his brother’s shoulder.
“I like her.”
Following behind, Maverick and Noah chuckle as well. Meanwhile, I’m confused by the whole situation and eager to head home. It’s been a long, confusing day.
I turn to walk away. Kane catches up, tall and imposing behind me. The hallway seems longer now, darker. The lightshave dimmed, and the warm scents of cedarwood and amber drift off him as he gently coils my hair around his palm. I would try to run, but it’s already too late. I can feel the control in his touch, the steadiness that pulls the chaos from within me and makes it quiet.
When he yanks hard, my heart rams into my throat, and my pussy clenches. The darkness swirling in his heated gaze is alive with something unspoken.
Something that’ll be my undoing if I’m not careful.
“What are you doing, Kane?” I ask.
He pulls harder, pushing his hand into my panties again. “Shut up.”
I moan at the pressure of his thick fingers sliding knuckle-deep inside me.
“Still so wet.” His breath whispers over my lips. I can’t move with his firm grip tight in my hair and his hand buried between my thighs. I can’t move, and I don’t want to.
“Kane,” I whine when he pulls his fingers out to thrum my sensitive clit. The world slows to the rhythm of his touch, each stroke unraveling the noise inside me until only the sound of his breathing remains. Between one heartbeat and the next, he presses into me in a slow, teasing glide that makes me tremble. He has a way of making me forget we’re out in the open, that anyone could see us.
Even his family.
“Shut the hell up,” he bites out as another moan slips free. “Be fucking quiet or I stop.”
My scalp prickles from his fierce grip, my knees tremble, and my swollen pussy throbs, slick with need. I’ve never felt a rush like this.
“Did you want my brother?” His rough whisper brushes my lips as he curls his fingers. “Did you want him to kiss you?”
“Didn’t you hear? I turned him down.” I hate how breathless I sound.
“Why? He looks like me. Sounds like me. Smells like me.” Another finger joins the others, driving deep. “Fucks like me.”
“He’s not you.”
Kane falters, just for a second, then finds that spot again, the one that has me seeing stars. “Say it again.”
“He’s not you.”
“Are you sure?”
