Finding Kyle(53)
Jane rolls her eyes at me, and I grin. Crazy how easy my smiles have been coming the last few weeks.
Like this picnic.
I couldn’t imagine doing something like this… all normal and romantic. It’s a completely foreign concept, and yet I’m drawn even stronger to these things with Jane. My curiosity about this laid-back, normal way of life is stirring, and perhaps I’m even remembering a bit how to live this way.
It’s hard to describe to anyone what it meant for me to go undercover with Mayhem’s Mission. Hell, it’s even hard for me to understand it at times. But in order to do it, I had to let go of every bit of my humanity, and I had to embrace a life bankrupt of any morals, decency, or kindness. My Mission brothers were a ruthless gang involved in serious criminal enterprise from drugs and illegal guns to sex slavery. And that was only the tip of the iceberg. It was the “business” part of what they did.
But there was another part.
A darker part.
It was where I had to convince them that I was cut from the same cloth. I had to do terrible things to people that, without the immunity the government has provided me, would land me in jail for the rest of my life. I have so much blood on my hands that it won’t ever come off.
So yeah… I get why she was surprised by this little act of affection on my part. Given my past, I’m just as surprised.
But goddamn… she is crawling under my skin, invading my senses, and turning me inside out. She makes me laugh, which is a practically unheard of accomplishment. She’s witty and funny and full of personality. Jane is a force of nature that has the strength of a hurricane, and fuck if she didn’t roll right over me.
Hell… even sex with Jane is fun. I’d thought she might be a little shy or reserved, but she’s not. She’s an incredibly sensual woman who perhaps needed just a little encouragement to explore more of that side of herself. Once she understood that I found it incredibly erotic for her to be vocal about what she wanted, the sex became even better.
Not to say she couldn’t throw me off my game every now and then.
Just last night, I thought I’d nearly have a heart attack when Jane demanded I fuck her from behind. I think I actually missed a stroke, but I quickly had her flipped over before I plunged back in. It was then that I realized we were facing the large mirror on her dresser and Jane was watching us with dark, lust-filled eyes as I rode her hard. It made my balls tighten and the need to come was almost painful. My hand pushed into her long hair and I gripped it hard, and that got her attention. Her glazed eyes slid to look at me in the mirror, and we held each other’s gaze for just a brief moment. Then her lips curled upward and a mischievous glint sparkled back at me. She then turned to look back at herself, and, in an imperious voice—while I was still fucking her hard—she said, “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?”
I came to a dead stop rooted deep within her, and her eyes slowly raised to focus back on me.
She grinned at me and panted, “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, 1937. Now get back to business, baby.”
And I couldn’t help it. I fucking threw my head back and busted out laughing. I laughed so hard that I collapsed on top of Jane, and then rolled us to our sides. Jane laughed with me as I wrapped my arms around her tight, that orgasm I was so close to completely forgotten—although, admittedly, I was still hard as a rock.
We started talking about movies.
Just like that, I went from fucking Jane to leaving orgasm city behind and talking about movies.
I was fine with that because it was real, and it was Jane, and just having that with her appealed to me on a level I didn’t realize I needed.
?
The ringing phone startles me awake. For a brief moment, I’m disoriented. Then my eyes land on the mantle with Jane’s painting above it, and my heart immediately settles. I sit up quickly from the rust-colored couch where I’d been laying down and immediately grab the burner phone from the oval-shaped coffee table.
“What’s up?” I answer when I connect to Joe on the line. I stand up from the couch and walk to the front windows, peering through the blinds toward Jane’s house. It’s completely dark, but I’m not surprised. She was having a “girls” night out with Miranda, which, according to Jane, meant that she had to make sure Miranda didn’t get into too much trouble.
I’m hoping Jane will come over here after she gets home.
“I’ve got some bad news,” Joe says, and my body tightens over the ominous tone of his voice.
Pulling back from the window, I open the front door and walk out onto the porch. I sit down on the top step and stare at Jane’s house. “What is it?”
“One of our servers has been infiltrated. The tech team just found the breach, and they were able to shut it down fairly quickly.” Joe’s voice trails off slightly.
“But…” I prompt Joe, because I can tell he’s walked me up to the cliff.
“Your information was in there. New name and current address. It doesn’t look like that information was compromised, but we can’t rule it out just yet.”
“Fuck,” I bark into the phone and run my hand over the stubble on my head. “Why the fuck was that in there?”
“Come on, Kyle,” Joe chastises. “You know we have to have accountability somewhere. It takes funds to set up this type of thing, and we have to answer for that. But Camden has his top techs working on it right now.”