Her words slap me in the face. Thelifeshe’s referring to is MC life. My life. My world. That stings, but it’s the defeated way she says it that bothers me most. Kadence is usually spitting fire. Has been since the day my dad brought her and her mother home and introduced me to my new stepsister and stepmother.
Loved everything about her. From her soft, curvy little body, that only grew curvier as she got older, to her lilting voice. Even when she was yelling at me, it held a musical quality unlike any other woman.
And boy did Kadydid yell at me. To be fair, I played the part of the obnoxious stepbrother very well.
“Do you want anything else?” she asks.
Damn, do I love the sweet, soft side she has buried under that hot temper. A side of her only I ever saw.
She stands to clear the table, pulling me out of my memories. I help her clean up and she seems surprised.
My phone goes off, buzzing its way across the counter and I snatch it up. “What?”
“I need you down at the clubhouse.” Dad never bothers with things like hello.
My gaze flicks to Kadence, pretending not to listen as she’s washing dishes.
I make plans to meet my father and hang up the phone.
“Hey, I’ll help you with that.” Her body gives a little jolt as I step up behind her. She tilts her head back, and I can’t helping leaning over for a kiss. It’s a brief kiss. Not quite the I-missed-you-and-need-your-tongue-down-my-throat kiss I’d been hoping for, but it’s a start.
CHAPTER THREE
I’m unsettled from everything this morning. Blaise being so…calm and nice. The gentle kiss. I figured he’d be pissed with me. But no, he seems more annoyed that Bolt needs him. He doesn’t seem to want to leave me.
“I’ll be fine.”
He stares at me as if trying to think of something to say.
“I promise not to go anywhere.”
That’s what was bugging him. His posture relaxes, and he runs his hand through his hair. “I need you to stay put, Kady. Deacon’s…well, he’s an asshole.”
I flip the water off and turn to face him. “Seriously? Ivy’s such a little bitch. She started the whole thing last night, and now she’s turned her psycho father loose on me?”
The corners of his mouth quirk up. “Looks like.”
Something about his answer doesn’t sit right with me. “Why don’t you seem more upset about it?”
“Because, he keeps coming at you, I’m gonna straight-up fuckin’ murder him. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him last night for touching what’s mine.”
Is he serious? “I’m not yours.”
He chuckles—more of a dark laugh than a humorous one.
“Come on. He’s already probably told half the world you’re fucking your sister.”
Bees buzz in my belly as he stalks toward me. His head tips down, but his eyes never leave mine. He keeps coming, backing me right against the counter, then fits his hands over my hips and turns me till I’m forced to brace my hands against the counter or be bent over it.
His lips brush against my ear. Feather light and pleasure shivers over my skin. Almost painful, because I can’t ever have him again. I work hard to remain still.
“You know damn well I’ve never seen you as a sister. Our parents aren’t together anymore, so there’s no reason we need to be apart.”
His words slip under my defenses, rendering them useless as he nuzzles my neck, nipping the skin, making it impossible to deny.
“I’ve been fuckin’ crazy for you since the day I met you.”
“That’s not true,” I whisper. “You were mean and used to tease me all the time.”
