Objective (Bloodlines #2)(57)

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she’d breathed, lifting her fingers to the hand covering her eyes. I let her pull my hand away. She’d looked around and taken a tentative step further into the living room.

“What is this?” she turned and asked.

“Our house,” I’d stated simply.

“Our house?” she’d parroted back, head cocked to the left.

“Yeah. My girl doesn't like being away from me, so I got us this,” I’d said, splaying my arms wide gesturing to the small one bedroom apartment.

“This is ours?” she’d whispered wide-eyed, bringing her hands to her lips in shock.

“Ours. I love you, Mags. I want to live together.” She’d squealed and leapt into my arms. I caught her with ease and let her strangle me in a hug.

“I love you so hard, Cane Ash,” she’d murmured at my lips before devouring them. And even though we didn't have a stitch of furniture in the apartment, I’d taken her on the floor, christening the living room right then and there. “Forever,” I’d whispered into her ear as I came.

“Forever, Cane.” Two simple words mumbled quietly to me had made me feel like my chest exploded in my rib cage. I knew right then, there was never a question of me and Mags. We were destined to be together and I’d do anything to keep her happy and safe. Two words mended my soul, changed me forever.



I wake early, before the sun's fully up, to her soft puffs of breath on my neck and our limbs tangled and naked. My face is screaming with pain from Mags' punch, but I’m hard just at the feel of her in bed with me. The swelling in her face has gone down so much that the bruised coloring now just looks like face paint gone wrong. Tugging softly on her chin, I pull her gaze to mine. She presses her breasts upward, all sleepy-eyed, and smiles. The sensation of her soft breasts on my chest makes my nipples harden. She’s still soft under all that hard, she's still my soft girl. I playfully nip at her earlobe and feel my dick twitch at the way she responds to my touches. I kiss down her body until I’m at the apex of her thighs. Her eyes are still half-mast from sleep and pleasure. I need to taste her. I move my mouth on her clit, my tongue licking the length of her before I suck on it again. She moans, her voice sandy-sounding, heavy with grit from not fully waking yet. Her nipples are pebbled and she starts panting, desperately needing more. Needing a release. I move up over her and glide myself into her drenched entrance to give it to her.



“If you're going to sing, I'll put you in the trunk and drive myself,” I mock-growl at her. She’s been singing along to the radio for the past two hours and my head feels like it’s going to explode. My eyes are too swollen to see well while driving so I’d given her the keys. She cackles at me and turns down the music.

“Your head killing you, too?” she chirps contentedly.

“It’d be fine if you weren’t at it,” I groan.

“Shut up. I’m not that bad!” she whines, wrinkling her nose. My eyes try to widen, but they’re too swollen from my broken nose to open much. She starts giggling.

“Yeah, OK. I am,” she admits laughing. “So what’s there to do in Lexington anyways?” she asks, focusing on the road ahead.

“Uh...maybe they have horses?” I offer.

“Horses?”

“Yeah,” I state. “What’s wrong with horses?”

“You want to go see horses...” she states rather than questions.

“Nah, not really. I just don’t know what else is there.” I chuckle. She smiles and giggles a little.

“Well we can’t exactly wander around with matching black eyes,” she jests.

“Right. Well there’s always a hotel and room service.” I try to wink but groan when it hurts and I drop my head into my hands.

“Serves you right, you know,” she laughs at me.

“How’s that?” I glower at her.

“You punched me in the face, I returned the favor. Now we’re even,” she says as if it's commonplace.

“Gee, thanks. You know, you’re not at all like you were. What happened to the Magnolia who babied me when I stubbed a toe? I like that one better,” I grumble.

“Oh, well that’s funny, I liked the Cane that didn’t attack and assault his girlfriend,” she volleys back, eyes narrowing at me.

“Touché,” I mumble feeling sick to my stomach. Her hand reaches out to my thigh and rests there, palm up. I stare at it, knowing the seemingly small gesture means a lot. I place my hand in hers and thread my fingers through her small narrow ones and smile at her.





Our drive is boring and long but when we finally pull into the hotel I feel at ease knowing that for another night we’re together and safe.

“I have to pee so badly.” She squirms, trying to unbuckle herself quickly. I reach out and poke her side causing her to squeal and squirm some more.

“Cane! NO! I’ll pee!” I grin and poke her again, wiggling my finger in her side. She bursts out laughing and crosses her legs together. The valet rounds the car waiting for us to exit, but I don’t care. I love the sound of her laugh. I jab her again making her jump.

“Ohhhh...” she moans and stops moving. Her face turns to mine and is etched with horror.