29
KANE
While Vi is still at work, I sort out her room. The ceiling needs painting after I patched it up yesterday and skimmed over the plasterboard. There’s always something to do in this place. I used to see this house as a curse, but since Vi showed up, it’s become a sanctuary. There’s no place I’d rather be than here with her.
Her presence pushes me to fix this place up. I have the lake house that I’d like to take her to eventually, maybe for her birthday. My fingers scratch the scruff on my chin as I think about taking her there for Christmas, but she has work and I have a shitload of furniture orders to restore. Besides, the lake house is still in a state of repair. Even the boat needs work.
The clanking of her old mini comes into earshot. I dip my head, glancing out her bedroom window to see the pink monstrosity driving up the dirt road. My stomach twitches at the sight of her stepping out of the car, her violet hair blowing in the wind.
Belle bounds down the stairs when the door clicks. Vi’s soft voice travels up the stairwell. “Hello girl. You miss me. I know. It’s been a long day, and I missed you, too.”
A thousand bees take flight in my stomach, causing my body to buzz with excitement as her footsteps become louder on the stairs.
“Kane?”
“In here.” I step down from the bed, place the tin of paint on the windowsill and rest the brush on the lid.
She enters the room with a beaming smile on her face, which quickly vanishes when she looks up. “You painted the ceiling?” It was more a statement than a question.
I know what she’s thinking. I’ve mended the leak and patched up her ceiling so she can sleep in her own room now I’ve sorted out the mess, but she can still sleep in my double bed. “If you’d rather sleep in my room. I don’t mind sleeping in here.”
She pouts, folding her arms over her chest. “What I want is for us to sleep in a bed together.” She stomps her foot like a bratty two-year-old trying to get her own way.
“You can be a brat all you want. It won’t change anything. I sleep alone. I won’t put you at risk.”
“Well, what if I said I won’t fuck you until you sleep with me?”
A laugh causes my chest to shake. “I think you’d cave before me.”
“Want to bet?” Her eyes slant in my direction.
My fingers curl under her chin. My head dips, catching her lips. Her mouth parts, allowing me to circle her tongue with mine, eliciting a moan from her that stirs my cock.
Her fingernails gently scrape the back of my neck, sending a course of electricity down my spine.
With one swoop under her legs, I lift her in my arms and carry her the two steps to the bed, gently placing her on the mattress covered in a dust sheet. I cage her in, hovering above her. “Who’s winning now?”
“All right, I cave, but it will be me winning when your big dick is filling me up.” She tugs at the zipper on my denims. Her wicked smile is all too tempting and that bite of her lip is all too enticing, but I have too much to do right now. These past few days have been nothing but fucking. She’s reduced me to a horny teenager again.
“You’re a bad girl, you know that?”
“You like me bad.”
“I’ll enjoy punishing you for being bad.”
She sucks in a breath, but I suck it back out as I claim her mouth again, my teeth biting on her bottom lip.
“I have a lot to sort out, so I’m gonna have to finish this later.” I climb off the bed and grab the paintbrush from the windowsill. Standing on the stepladder, I continue to paint the ceiling.
She sits up in a huff. I can’t tell if it’s because I left her wet or because I won’t stay the night with her. She undresses in front of me, taking off her work uniform. I know what she’s doing. A little smirk lifts the corner of her mouth as she catches me staring.
“Brat. You’re gonna pay for this later.”
“I hope so.” She giggles, then pulls on her leggings and my old Nirvana t-shirt. It’s snug, but looks better on her than it ever did on me. “I’ll put some dinner on.”
“Hey. You forgetting something?” I tap my mouth and she skips over, then gives me a kiss as I bend to meet her lips.
“I’m sorry I was a brat.”
