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I giggle, rolling my eyes. “Such a smooth talker, Kane.”
“Let’s hope so,” he says. “Because then that’d mean you’re gonna get your fine ass out here. Come on.”
A thrill moves through me when he speaks with such unquestioned confidence, guiding me, us.
Taking us someplace amazing.
“Okay,” I say. “I’ll come, Kane.”
Chapter Seven
Kane
I ride down the road through the desert, cutting a line from Aslado further toward the sea, the vegetation showing patches of green here and there in the searing summer sky. Behind me, Kelly hugs close, her hands making patterns on my abs, her fingers stroking.
I feel my manhood pulsing at the base, the closest point to her fingers, as though my seed is trying to explode and get to her, paint her, own her.
She’s mine.
And I’m hers.
As we glide down the road I feel a certainty moving through me, that this is my woman, the one I’ve been waiting for. I could ride with her forever.
But sooner than I can believe – time soars with Kelly, dammit – we’re at our destination.
It’s an MMA gym, a place I own, a few towns removed from Aslado so I don’t have to deal with the territory issues.
“You own this place?” Kelly asks as we climb from the bike.
“How’d you guess?” I laugh grimly.
She rolls her eyes as she takes off her helmet, shaking her blonde locks out. Her shorts poke out of the jacket, her legs tanning slightly, but still pale enough for me to leave lustful imprints with my hands. The biker jacket is one I gave her earlier, before she climbed on. It fits her snugly.
My manhood pulses.
She waves a hand at the sign, with an outline of a jousting knight next to it.
“Knight Combat Gym,” she reads. “And you’re Kane Knight. It doesn’t exactly take a genius to figure it out, does it?”
She cocks her head and smiles, looking so sassy, so forward. I grin and swagger over to her, looping my arm around her waist.
“Well, aren’t you a clever poet?”
“Hey, I’m not a poet. I’m … somebody who wants to talk about poets, and get paid for it, and maybe write books about them.”
I hug her tighter, just the two of us in the parking lot, the buildings of the town down a curving road, this sketch of Cali all our own.
“I want to be there with you,” I growl certainly. “I want to watch you grow and see you fulfill your dreams, Kelly.”
The words come off like a weight.
I don’t have to hold it back anymore, this part of me I’ve been beating down because it wouldn’t fit in a life without a woman to give it to.
But now she’s here.
She goes up on her tiptoes and leans forward, a half-shy look in her expression, a quirk of the mouth. But she overcomes that and lays her lips against mine, and I press her closer and feel the patterns of her body through the leather jacket, the curves, the fertility.
“Kane,” she whispers. “What would happen if my dad found out? Would there be a – I don’t know – a war?”
I run my hand through her hair.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “Your old man is complicated, Kelly. It’s hard to know how he’d react. But I’ve claimed you. That means you belong to me. And I belong to you. We’re linked by the children we’re going to have, that I’m going to pump into you. If this was twenty thousand fucking years ago, I’d ride into your village and take you, and make you cream as your village burnt in the background. But this is now, and I’m taking you no matter what. So let’s just hope that Jason doesn’t try anything foolish, because you’ll be squirting all over my cock no matter what happens.”
She bats her eyelashes, a thrill making her cheeks turn red. “You’re bad, Kane.”
“Oh, I’m the worst,” I say, with a subtle smile. “And it’s all getting aimed at that tight pink fresh pussy … when the time comes. You’ve saved the tastiest damn prize a man could ever want. And I’m going to devour every fucking hot drop.”
“I want it,” she whispers. “Oh, God, I do. It’s just … I need a little bit of time. It’s that—I’m scared I’ll freak out, start being all weird. I don’t want to have to live in the past, I guess.”
“Stop,” I whisper. “Just thinking about sliding into that tight velvety hole is enough for now. I’ll think about how you’ll slide open for me, smelling fresh and tangy—”
“Again with the tangy,” she giggles.
I grin wolfishly, flashing my teeth. “And soon my balls will be soaked with your thick white cream.”
“Jesus, are you trying to make us both die from horniness?”
I step back, hands raised. “I’m not even touching, Miss Poet.”
She mock glares. “Okay, so then why are we here, anyway?”
