He kissed me again. “It started as a joke, but I needed that guidance. It woke up a part of my brain that had no idea how to treat someone as perfect as ye. Just putting this out there, the game commits us to thirty days together, but I want life. I don’t ever want to give ye up. I go where ye are.”
“Stay here with me.” With him, the house could feel like a home again.
He took my hand and placed it on his chest, showing me how his heart thundered. Under me, he’d grown hard again, and I lifted up to fit him to my core then sank down, my mouth open at how good he felt.
Kane groaned and stroked my soft belly, rising to cup my breasts. “So. Fucking. Happy.”
His promise to speak his emotions and share his thoughts meant the world to me. It gave us a way forward together. The information I needed. His happiness and mine.
When we next came up for air, Kane ordered food and laid out the cartons on the coffee table in the lounge, curling on the big blue sofa.
“Can we put a movie on?” he asked.
“Any preference?”
“I’ve barely seen any, but how aboutLord of the Rings? I want to meet this Aragorn. Check out my competition.”
He’d not only remembered my favourite but the scene I’d watched a hundred times, too. In utter delight, I set it up, snuggled against him while we ate. “Be warned, my love for Aragorn is all-powerful, formed when I was young.”
“Challenge accepted.”
By the time we reached the Inn, with Aragorn’s face lit by his pipe, giving a glimpse of the hot-as-hell Viggo Mortensen, I was under Kane again.
“Don’t swoon over another man while I’m inside ye,” he growled.
I snapped my gaze off the screen. “I did warn you. He was my first love. Or maybe my fifth. I?—”
My words were lost to a moan of pleasure where he rotated his hips at the perfect angle to be sure I never fell in love with a fictional character again.
At least not this week.
When the movie was done, my thoughts had shifted on to other matters. To the aunt who’d ruined his childhood and failed him so badly.
I extracted another promise. “Can we go see your mum again?”
“I…hadn’t planned to. But I should. You’re thinking I need to tackle Blair as part of fixing this shite.” He gestured at his head.
“Or to let me. You’re your mother’s next of kin, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“Let me take Blair on. You don’t need to handle everything alone, and when it comes to all that,” I kissed my fingers and tapped them to his forehead, “all you need do is unlearn what she taught you. I’m going to tell her off on your behalf.”
He dove his eyebrows together. “How?”
“I’ll inform her that we’re taking over your mother’s care. Unless she stops blaming you. But one more word against you and she’s out. I know the damage it did. It can’t be healthy for your mum to hear.”
“I love you for it, but there’s no way she’s going to change.”
“Your mum never corrected her when she was able?”
“Blair’s abuse was mostly done in private. Ma knew she hated me, though.”
I took a steadying breath. He’d never had anyone stand up for him, and that was a tragedy. If his mum never stopped her sister, perhaps it was because she had no one else to care for her child. I’d always had my mother in my corner, and even though she was gone, I knew that strength. I had it in my bones. I’d use it to protect the man I loved. “She’ll listen because I’ll make her. I love you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“I don’t deserve you, but I’m fucking glad you’re mine.”
I kissed him, thoroughly, until we were both so wound up that Kane drove me into the cushions another time. He made love to me, speaking words of love, praising me, loving me.
