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After work, I head over to Kane's and read while I wait for him to finish with work. I'm in the middle of a smutty scene when he walks in, smiling and looking as handsome as ever. Although his jeans are full of dirt and dried mud, I'm ready to jump him.
"I could get used to comin' home to you." He pulls me into his arms, then presses his lips to mine. "How was your day?"
"Just got a million times better, actually." He takes off his hat and throws it on the couch.
His warm smile gives me butterflies. "So did mine."
I melt into his body, massaging my tongue against his, and then he lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist.
"I need a shower, but I don't wanna let you go," he murmurs.
"So take me with you."
He walks us toward the bathroom. Once we're inside, he sets me down on the counter and stands between my legs.
"I want to devour your pussy so goddamn bad." His mouth moves down my jawline and settles on my neck.
I'm ready for all of him, but too bad Mother Nature’s still lingering.
"I wish you could," I admit. "Just a couple more days."
"Thank God, because I have something special planned for you this weekend."
I sit up straighter so I can meet his gaze. "You do?"
"Yeah, I wanted to take you on a real date where no one will see us. You'll need to pack a bag and stay the night."
"Oh, what a hardship," I deadpan with a smile. "Except, umm...shit. I kinda have to tell you something."
He lifts a brow.
"I told Hadleigh and Harper that I ended things with Winston, and now they’ve set me up on a blind date."
He rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Of course they would. Are you going?”
I wince as I nod. "They wouldn't let it go and kept telling me how casual it’d be, so there was no reason for me not to. Though, I think Hadleigh's onto me. Seriously. She kept giving me weird looks all day, especially after I explained why I called in yesterday."
"Why would…?" He pauses, then smacks his forehead. "Shit. I asked her for the period supplies, so she might think it’s a coincidence, or maybe she’s put the pieces together."
"What?" My eyes widen as I gasp loudly. "Kane! You have to tell me these things. I would've given her a different excuse had I known. Shit, she’ll be overly suspicious if I bail on Friday."
"Sorry, I didn't think about that.” He lets out a deep breath. “So who's the guy? Do you know him?"
"No. His name is Rhett, and his mom is friends with Harper's mom. He just got out of a relationship and—"
"Great, so he's looking for a rebound." He aggressively brushes a hand through his messy hair. "You gotta get out of it."
"I'd love to. Tell me how."
"Tell them you're sick, not over fake Winston, then decided you're a lesbian. I don't know. But there's no way—"
"Wait a minute...are you gettin' all possessive?" I sing-song, thinking back to the books I've read where the hero goes apeshit for his girl. "Because not gonna lie, I'm super turned on right now."
He huffs out a laugh, caging me on the counter between his arms. "Ivy. I'm serious."
"So am I. Take off your pants, Cowboy."
"Ivy."
"What’re ya so worried about? That I'm gonna magically fall head over heels for this Rhett guy? Because I doubt it. Not when I'm already head over heels for you and have been for years."
He shrugs with a heartfelt smile. "That's very sweet of you to say, but that's not a risk I'm willing to take."
I scoff. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course. But him? Not so much."
"Well, I won’t let anything inappropriate happen. I'll be nice and make small talk to get my sister and Harper off my back, and then I'll sneak over here afterward. Then on Monday, I'll tell them I just didn't feel a connection, and they'll drop it."
"Or maybe I'll have to kidnap you instead." One side of his mouth tilts up in a cocky smirk. "Hope this kid knows I can bench three fifty."
I snort. "I'll be sure to bring it up in our convo. That won't tip off my sister or anything. Oh hey, did you know this random guy I'm not supposed to be hanging out with can bench twice your weight? Just thought I'd let ya know for absolutely no reason," I say in a mocking tone.
"You're gonna pay for that sassy little mouth of yours," he taunts, sliding his hand up my inner thigh and rubbing over my pussy.
"Oh yeah? Going to punish me with an orgasm?" I waggle my brows.
"You wish, sweetheart." He backs up, slowly stripping off his clothes. I'm mesmerized by every hard inch of him. The tattoos over his chest and arm, his length and piercings, his thick quads—everything about him screams fuck me. He’d probably thrust me into next weekend so I'd skip the blind date altogether.
