Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(29)

"I don't know what to say!" she cries, her voice laced with panic.

"Why do you have to say anything? Why does this have to change the way we always are with each other?"

"Because it's sex! You had your face… there!"

"I did, and I plan on having it there again."

"White—"

"I do. So you might want to get used to saying the word ‘*’, Kayla."

"I hate that word."

"I happen to like it. What would you prefer I call it? And if you say ‘lady garden’, so help me…"

"Why do we have to call it anything? And why are we talking about this? I just told you I think it was a mistake."

"I'm hearing what you're trying to say. I just don't understand why."

"We're best friends! Friends can't be lovers!"

"I think we proved that wrong in the shower. In fact, I think we are f*cking amazing together."

"You can't say that. You didn't even get to… you didn't get to release."

"Release? Jesus. Say it, Kayla. I didn't get to come."

"White—"

"Say. It."

She lets out a large overdrawn breath and shoots daggers at me with her pretty brown eyes. "Fine. You didn't get to come."

"I sure as hell didn't. But I'm going to make up for that after that damn doctor's appointment."

"White—"

"And I’ll tell you something else, Kayla…"

"What?"

"You and I in that shower, me having you in my arms and tasting your sweet cream on my tongue?"

"White," she whispers, but I can see need flash in her eyes, so I know I'm getting to her.

"What we did together in that shower Kayla was the best I've ever had with a woman."

"I doubt that. You didn't get to—"

"Come. Yeah, I know. But I got to make you come. I got to give you pleasure. I made you lose control, didn't I, Buttercup?"

"You know you did," she whispers, looking down at the sheets.

"Look at me, Kayla." She slowly brings her face back to me. "Has it ever been any better for you?" I ask. I need her to admit it hasn't. Somewhere inside I'm worried she'll say it wasn't. That's a f*cking fear I've never had in my life before. This woman is wrapping me in so many knots, I'm wondering if I'll ever straighten them out.

"No," she says, and she manages to keep her eyes on mine. A fine blush heats her skin. She's wearing another one of my t-shirts, one that has my team logo on it. I didn't even know she had it here. It went missing and I just never cared enough to wonder where it was. I don't want it back. I want her wearing it to bed when I'm not here. I want her wearing nothing but me when I am. I want Kayla in so many different f*cking ways, I should be scared. But… I'm not.

"Then we're going to keep doing what we're doing. And Kayla, just so we're clear, we're going to be doing it often."

"You don't want a child, White. Maybe I should call Bl—"

"So help me God, if you mention my brother’s name, you will be forcing me to kill him."

"White!"

"Now that I've had a taste of you Kayla, you can cross my brother—hell, any of my f*cking brothers—off your list. In fact, you can cross off any other f*cking man’s name, except mine."

"You're being bossy. Not to mention, being an ass."

"I don't care. I just want to make sure we're clear here."

"Should I remind you that you slept with my sister?"

"Not like you're thinking, and you can damn well bet it will never happen again."

"I'd like to go to sleep now," she says, her face pale, and I know I'm not dealing with this well, but I can't stop my mouth. I take a breath and try to get myself under control.

"Then go to sleep," I tell her, not moving.

"Don't you think you should… you know, go to your apartment?"

"No. I think I should stay here and hold you tonight."

"You don't spend the night with women, remember? You always said it gives them the wrong idea."

"That doesn't apply in this case."

"Oh," she whispers, and I'm silently begging her to ask me why, but she doesn't. She settles back down in the bed, being very careful not to touch me. That's not going to work. I wait until she gets settled. Then I turn to my side and pull her back into me.

"White?"

"Shh… Go to sleep, honey. It's all going to work out," I assure her, pushing up against her ass so she feels the hard edge of my cock. I'm not going to get a bit of sleep tonight. But it's a f*cking good kind of torture. Let's just hope I can stay sane until after this damn doctor’s appointment.





CHAPTER 21


KAYLA




There’s a moment in your life when you are faced with decisions and there are two very clear paths to take. It’s just that the reasons to take each path aren’t quite as clear. The reasons are muddied with outside factors that leave you unsure of which direction to take. That’s where I’m at: facing two different paths and afraid to move.