Page 113 of The Betrayal You Serve

"So how come you two are here together?" I ask the question that's been nagging me since I opened the door.

"Oh, I bumped into him in the library after psych class, asked if he's spoken to you, one thing led to another, and here we are."

"Here you are," Kane mutters to himself, although not quietly enough if Leon's snort is anything to go by.

They end up staying a couple of hours. We order takeout for the four of us and once we've eaten they head back to Maddison.

"They make a cute couple, don't you think?" I ask Kane as I clean up the kitchen.

"Nah, they're not into each other."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I mean, Ella's got stars in her eyes. She's a jersey chaser—"

"Hey," I hiss, feeling the need to fight for my friend.

"I was going to say only a classier, less obvious one. She's not a Clara."

"Ugh, I hate her."

"Knew you were jealous, Princess."

"Yeah, well… she wants what's mine."

His warmth spreads across my back as he steps up to me at the sink and wraps his arms around my waist.

"I love it when you get possessive."

"You might have to get used to it when you come back and all the jersey chasers think they can have a piece of you."

"No one other than you is having a piece of me, Princess."

"Kane," I warn when he presses his length against my ass. "Not until you're better."

"I'm fine, Let," he lies. "It barely hurts anymore."

"Sure." I spin in his arms and look up into his eyes. "It's been two days since you got shot, Kane. It's not happening."

He lowers his head, pressing kisses up my neck. "You can do all the work again. I won't lift a finger."

"Not a finger?" I ask, raising a brow at him.

"I promise." He sucks the sensitive skin of my neck into his mouth and gently bites down. "Come on, baby. I know you want it as badly as me. I know you're wet for me right now."

A gasp passes my lips as he brushes one of my nipples with his thumb, sending a wave of heat racing through me and settling in my core.

"If it hurts at all, you tell me and we stop," I tell him firmly.

"Yeah, sure," he jokes.

"I'm deadly serious, Kane. You're meant to be resting."

"Oh I'll be resting, just while watching you bounce around on my cock."

"Fucking hell, you're insufferable."

"Yeah, and I'm all yours." He threads his fingers through mine and pulls me toward his bedroom. "We need to get to work on this place, we need to have fucked on every surface at least once before we move out.