When the guys come out, Kane’s eyes find me, causing butterflies to take off in my belly.
He saunters over to me and pulls me into his arms. “Let’s go away.”
“What?” I pull back slightly. “Go away where?”
“Wherever you want. We never had a honeymoon, and I have a private plane that can be fueled and ready at any moment. Name the place, and we’ll go. Just you and me.”
The idea of going away with Kane is tempting, but…
“What about Molly?”
“Of course she’s coming,” he says matter-of-factly. “What do you say?”
I try to think of a reason why we shouldn’t go away, but the truth is, aside from my studio, which is now closed for renovations, there’s nothing keeping me here.
“Hmm … I mean, we have the beach here, so … how about we go skiing?”
Kane grins. “You ski?”
“Of course.” I laugh. “We used to go all the time when I was growing up. I have two older brothers who taught me how to ski and snowboard.”
“And she’s actually decent,” Matteo adds, butting into our conversation.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” Kane says. “She conquers everything she puts her mind to.”
The affection in his words has me falling harder for this man.
“Let’s do it,” Kane says. “I have a cabin in upstate New York we can stay at, so we can bring Molly without issue. But be warned …” Kane smirks. “You might be good, but I’m the ski master.”
I snort out a laugh. “Would you like to place a wager on it?”
“Sure.” He leans in so only I can hear when he says, “If I outski you, you have to let me in the back door.”
I freeze at his words and then quickly shake it off.
The truth is, nobody has been back there since the night Anthony attacked me. Kane has hinted at it a few times, but I played it off, not wanting to go there.
“Fine,” I say. “But if I win, you have to let me in the back door.”
Kane’s eyes go wide in horror, and it takes everything in me to hold back my laugh.
“Fine.” He copies my response.
“Fine?”
“It doesn’t matter what you bet.” He smirks. “Because there’s no way you’re outskiing me.”
29
Brielle
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.”
Kane peppers kisses along my flesh while he massages my clit, and I squirm against the bed, so turned on that I’m afraid I’m going to soak the sheets before I even come.
“Kane,” I moan, pushing against his hand. “Please.”
“Soon, Princess,” he coos as he slides his hand over my backside and circles my puckered hole with the tip of his finger. “First, tell me I can take this tight ass.”
