Surprise caught me, but I did as he asked, stepping onto the cool floor.
“Go back to that weapons stash ye found.”
Confused, I opened the wardrobe where I’d examined the tools of his trade. On a plain black cloth, a number of terrifying-looking weapons were laid out.
“I need you to take three things. The grey-handled knife at the end, the gun, and my knuckle-dusters.”
I picked up the knife, which was in a holster, and the smooth, brass knuckle-dusters. “Is the gun loaded?”
“I wouldnae have you touch it if it was. No magazine, and I checked the chamber. Point it at the exterior wall and squeeze. Hear the click?”
Placing the other items on the bed, I returned for the gun. “It’s heavy.”
“Shoot the wall, Lovelyn.”
My heart thumped, but I did as he asked, the gun clicking through the empty chambers. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Then you’re going to love what’s coming next. Get back on the bed, legs spread. Pick up the knife.”
Wariness descended. In a rush, I realised what he wanted me to do. “If you think this is going anywhere near where my fingers were, you’re insane.”
On the screen, Kane watched me. “Possessions are important to ye, aren’t they? I don’t have much, but the three things you’ve picked up are the closest I have to sentimental items. The first knife I ever bought myself. My original gun. The knuckle-dusters are the first weapon of any kind I owned and don’t fit anymore. I want them to be used on ye.”
Damn him for how he’d made this personal. It didn’t escape me that he’d gone on a mission and left these behind, which meant he’d replaced them with others. It was so Kane to keep weapons as the only mementoes of his past.
“Fine. But I say how far I go, and I’m only doing this if you agree to something else.”
“Anything.”
“The most basic part of boyfriend training there is. Take me out to dinner. I don’t care if we get food from a restaurant and eat in your car, I want that to happen.”
“A date.”
“A real, honest-to-God date.”
“Then you’ll show me everything you’re doing?”
This was the strangest negotiation ever, and yet it was so us. We both had very different needs, but if we learned how to satisfy each other, we might just work.
“Deal.” I collected the knife and held it by the leather sheath that covered the blade.
For a beat, I stared at his fervent expression and then touched the handle to my core, cool to my hot body.
“Camera down,” he snapped.
“Say please.”
“Please.”
I swallowed and drew my other hand over my body to rest on my propped-up knee, angling the camera to give him the view he so desperately wanted. His black t-shirt covered my belly, but the rest of me was bared to the screen. My thick, dimpled thighs. The space between.
He groaned then swore. “Ye have no idea what ye do to me. My weapon on that beautiful pussy. Rub my knife up and down.”
I did, getting it wet.
“Now ease the handle inside ye. Careful. Protect yourself from the blade.”
“Kane,” I warned.
