Page 121 of The Deception You Weave

"Would you think I’d be sitting here if it hurts to look at you?" I ask.

He shakes his head and goes back to what he was saying. "No, Let. I'm sorry for everything, for the past, for all the things I blamed you for. For everything I put you through. For allowing you to think I hated you so much that you couldn't even tell me about—" In a rush, I lift my fingers to his lips to cut his words off.

"Not tonight. Okay? I've spent the past year thinking about that. Not tonight."

"Okay," he says against my fingers before tilting his head and capturing my fingertips between his lips and sucking.

"Oh," I breathe, my eyes locked on his lips. My teeth sink into my bottom one as I watch his tongue sneak out as he caresses them. "Kane." I wanted it to be a warning but it comes out as anything but.

"I want you," he states, releasing my hand and lacing our fingers together once more. "I've always wanted you."

My lips part to respond but I've got no words.

"Letting Riley have you was the biggest mistake of my life."

All the air rushes from my lungs at his confession.

"But—" He mimics my previous action, cutting off my words.

"No more of the past. Not tonight. Tonight we forget about the bullshit that's behind us and we… we just be us. Right now. In this moment. Just two people who can't wait to get out of here so we can get naked."

I burst out laughing. "You did not just say that."

"Deny it, Princess. I know for a fact that if you are indeed wearing panties then they're fucking soaking."

Damn him.

"Exactly," he says around a smile when I don't respond.

23

Kane

"I've really got to go," I say into her kiss.

In reality, dragging on some clothes and going to work out with a bunch of sweaty dudes is the last thing I want to do right now while I've got a naked Letty in my bed, but I made the decision at practice yesterday that I was going to prove to Coach that I'm back to full health and that I can play on Saturday.

I did everything for that cunt to get myself here, I'm not missing fucking games because my body aches a bit. Fuck that.

Plus, I've still not decided how the fuck I'm going to deal with Alana later so depending on how that goes, Saturday might be my first and last chance to play a game as a Panther if Victor gets word that I'm done being his little bitch boy.

"No, ten more minutes," Letty pleads in her deep and raspy morning voice.

She reaches for my cock and wraps her fingers around the steel length.

"Again?" she asks, her brow rising, knowing that she only just made me come.

"You're in my bed, Princess. It's a side effect you're just going to have to deal with."

"Hmm… I'm sure I can cope."

"Good, because it's not changing anytime soon." I manage to twist out of her hold and reluctantly climb from bed. "Go back to sleep, I'll be back to pick you up when we're done."

I watch as she snuggles into my pillow, breathing in my scent, and my chest aches.

I think I'm already becoming a little bit too obsessed with seeing her there.

I drag on some clothes and throw my bag over my shoulder.