Where the Sun Hides (Seasons of Betrayal #1)(83)

And it was heaven.

“Fuck,” he mumbled.

Violet’s gaze flew up to find his, a cry breaking free from her throat.

A long groan fell from Kaz’s lips as they parted. His jaw was tight, a tick showing each time he swallowed. Violet was damn sure she had never seen him look more free, more content … never sexier than right then, as deep as he could be inside her, f*cking her on the hood of his car.

Never.

Violet pressed her heels into his lower back again. “Fuck me.”

Kaz breathed deep. “Hands stay on the hood.”

She nodded once, and that was apparently all he needed before he pulled out, and thrust right back in again. When his hand tangled into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging firm enough to stretch her neck bare for him, she finally understood why he wanted her hands on the hood and not on him.

She needed support.

Something to keep her steady.

Because all he wanted to do was f*ck her there like that.

Raw. Hard. Fast.

And it was wonderful.





“You know,” Kaz said as he took a seat at the bar in his kitchen, drifting his eyes over Violet’s backside as she was bent over, rummaging through his fridge, “I could get used to this.”

“There’s nothing in here, Kaz, besides milk that went bad a week ago and a bag of shredded cheese. How have you survived this long on your own?”

“Vera usually brings whatever I need, but now that you’re coming around here, I told her I would hire someone to do it—it was a waste of her gas anyway. Now, what are you in the mood for? I know a great place that makes French toast.”

“Just order me whatever you’re getting. I’m going to go use your shower.”

Kaz had already dialed the place, his phone to his ear, as he watched her walk past him. “Was that an invitation?”

She didn’t even look back as she said, “Yep.”

Violet was going to be the death of him.

Kaz finished his call rather quickly, and since they had a good twenty-five minutes before the food would show, he decided to make the best use of that time. The shower was already going, and he could just imagine her standing beneath that spray of water … but before his mind could properly seize on that image, there was a hard knock at the front door.

It couldn’t be the food, no one’s f*cking delivery time was that great, and he knew it wasn’t anyone that answered to him because they knew better than to just show up at his place unannounced.

There were only two people that would, and as he crossed the short distance between where he was sitting and the front door, he hoped that it wasn’t Vasily.

Looking through the peephole, he saw Ruslan standing on the other side. He chanced a look back, still hearing the shower going.

One thing about his brother, he wouldn’t have come up without having checked to see that Kaz’s car was parked down in the lot, so he couldn’t pretend like he wasn’t home. He had no choice but to let him in and hope that he was there just to deliver a message.

Swinging the door open, Kaz stood in the threshold, uncaring that he was only clad in a pair of boxer-briefs. “Now’s not a good time, Rus.”

“When is it ever a good time for you, brother?” When he still didn’t move, Ruslan frowned. “Are you going to make me stand out here?”

Reluctantly, Kaz shifted to the side, waving for him to come in as he peeked out the door to make sure he was alone.

“Is there a reason you’re acting so strange?” Ruslan asked from behind him, getting comfortable on his couch. Then, almost seconds after the question was out of his mouth, Ruslan’s head tilted as he listened, his smile growing. “So it’s true then. You’re seeing someone.”

“Yes,” Kaz said, not adding anything more than that. “Next time, when I’m not pressed for time, you can meet her.”

But that wouldn’t happen. Not ever.

If they were two different people, or maybe just in a different life, Kaz wouldn’t have hesitated in introducing the two. He didn’t doubt that Ruslan would have liked her, and once someone got past that gruff outer shell that Ruslan always had up, it was clear that he was a good guy.

“What’s the issue?” Ruslan asked, that teasing quality to his tone fading away. “You keeping your secrets from the bratva is one thing, but you’ve never hidden anything from me. Why are you now?”

Kaz glanced in the direction of his bedroom, hearing the shower finally cut off making his heart kick up a notch. Looking back to his brother, Kaz said, “Don’t … Don’t make me lie to you.”

“Why would you need to? Shit Kaz, who the f*ck do you—” Ruslan paused, his expression shifting. “You didn’t ...”

“Ruslan, walk away.”

“Fuck having to lie to me,” Ruslan said as he got to his feet. “That’s the least of your concerns. If who’s back there is who I think is back there, you’re begging for a f*cking funeral.”

“I—”

“Don’t,” Ruslan cut him off, not giving him the chance to get another word out. “Whatever excuse, whatever bullshit reasoning that you’ve fed yourself into thinking that this would work out, don’t give me that. Because that … whatever it is you have with her, it’s not going to end well. For either of you. And the last thing I want to do is bury you because of it. Walk away, Kazimir, before you’re not able to.”