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Chapter 20
Genevieve
Ithought I was supposed to buy all the food,” I said as I hurried after Cade across the Denny’s parking lot.
“Guess I forgot.” He shrugged. Yeah, right. “You can buy the next meal.”
I highly doubted that. He’d let me buy him a pack of gum that he’d never chew and call it even. Cade rarely let anyone pay—and that only person was Raven when she stole and hid his wallet from him. But from what I gathered, Cade made great money playing baseball but lived a frugal life, minus one obscenely nice sports car. He preferred to spend his money on the people he cared about.
We were on our way back to Cedar Harbor and had left before dawn, sneaking out before anyone could try to convince us to stay. I couldn’t stay. I couldn’t keep dealing with Killian. If that kiss was any indication, I couldn’t hold my own against that man.
That kiss though.
It was seared into my mind and burned onto my lips. Killian had always been passionate and intense—it was the whole reason I picked on him growing up. He was easy to get a rise out of and quick to fight back. Fighting with Killian had been a great way to get rid of my frustrations from things going on at home.
But that kiss? God, he’d never kissed me like that. Ever. It was a soul-shattering, orgasm-teasing kind of kiss. The kind of kiss to make a woman weak in the knees and make her panties drop.
Had it though? Had he kissed other women in the past three years? I’d always found Killian attractive but now? I wasn’t oblivious to how most of the women around us found him attractive with those muscles, tattoos, and bad-boy vibes. And he hadn’t exactly denied it when I’d accused him of sleeping with other women.
A painful knot formed in my stomach. I hated that thought. I hated the thought of any other woman kissing him, touching him, pleasing him. Admittedly, I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I’d kissed Gary twice. Only twice. And then I not-so-politely fell off the face of the planet. Gary's theory on kissing involved seeing if he could lick my tonsils in the process.
“Where’d you go?” Cade reached across the console and poked me in the cheek.
“Gary the tonsil-licker,” I said, and he snorted.
“Fuck, I can’t believe you kissed him a second time,” he scoffed. “The first would’ve been enough to send me running for the fucking hills. Shit.”
“I wasn’t sure if it was a fluke!”
“Sweetheart, if a man tries to lick your tonsils, it’s not a fluke!” he exclaimed. “Fuck, did I ever tell you about the guy who came at me open-mouthed and tongue out? If you come at me trying to catch flies, it’s over. Done. I deserve a damn good kisser.”
“Yes, you do.” I chuckled. My phone buzzed loudly in the cupholder, and I grabbed it to see a series of text messages. Nolan. Oh, he probably hated me by now.
NOLAN: Did you know, the best way to wake up people with hangovers is to blast audio porn? Nothing says good morning like dick in the ears.
Oh. My. God. Nolan! My hand flew to my mouth with a gasp as I read the text message and read it once more. Had he really?
“What happened?” Cade asked, but I held up a finger to shut him up so I could read. “Oh, come on! You can’t make a sound like that and not give me the drama.”
You did not!
NOLAN: I did. I was only supposed to be bunking with you-know-who but ended up with Sam and Axel in the room—in wolf form, I might add. At least Sam was. I’m pretty sure Axel used Sam as a pillow.
You-know-who…
Just reading the words hurt. I knew I had to be comfortable with it. They were brothers after all but still.
NOLAN: Roan ended up in you-know-who’s bed. Like a full-on cuddle fest happened underneath me while they slept. This has bi-awakening written all over it—for one or both of them.
NOLAN: Maybe I should write a bi-awakening story…
Honestly, he should’ve. He’d write a beautiful story. Granted, everything Nolan wrote was beautiful in its own way. And that wasn’t just me being his number-one fan.
But I also had a very hard time picturing Roan and Killian cuddling. Killian had never been a heavy sleeper, so he would’ve known if someone dropped into his bed. Or would he? Maybe he was so used to it by now that it didn’t even wake him.
NOLAN: As you can see, it’s been a morning. I’m sad you’re gone, but I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I know we talked, but I still hope you know how sorry I am.
I’m sorry I left early. I just needed to leave.
