Chapter 18 #2
A lot of shit could’ve happened in those two hours. Even though that Glen guy probably only needed thirty seconds to do it.
Fuck that. Zeke was giving him too much fucking credit. Twenty seconds was probably more realistic.
As soon as Kyra stepped inside, her eyes swept the living room and landed on him.
She closed the door and flipped the switch to turn on the overhead light.
As soon as Zeke’s eyes adjusted, he raked them over her and her fucking outfit.
The same outfit she walked out of the house wearing earlier. It pissed him the fuck off then, it pissed him off when she came back.
His nostrils flared and his teeth clenched so tightly, one of the muscles in his jaw popped.
Kyra was decked out in a maroon sleeveless top with a V so deep it showed off the top curves of her tits, a snug black skirt that came to just above her knees and hugged her hips and ass, and black leather boots that rose to just below her knees and had a bit of a heel.
He hated that she looked so fucking good. Mostly because she hadn’t dressed like that for him, but that other asshole.
“You got panties on under that skirt?”
She rolled her eyes. “I did. But Glen saved them as a souvenir.”
That had him off the couch, across the small room, and pinning Kyra to the closest wall in a fucking flash.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and growled, “He fuck you as good as me? He make you come all over his fuckin’ dick?”
She pushed at his chest with both hands. “You don’t own me, Zeke, and I don’t owe you—”
Before she could finish, he had his hand worked up her skirt. He was relieved to find she was lying. She not only still wore panties, but the center at her crease was dry as fuck.
She shoved at him again with one hand and smacked his arm with the other. “You have no right to touch me like that.”
The fuck he didn’t. “Wanted me touchin’ you the other night.”
“I also told you afterward that having sex with you was a mistake. That remains true. Now, release me.”
Zeke sucked on his teeth but stepped back, reluctantly freeing her. He needed to stop doing shit that pushed her away.
She set her purse down on the coffee table, took in the mess, and shook her head. “Seems like you two had a good time. Did he give you any problems when putting him to bed?”
“Gave me no fuckin’ problems. Not like his mother.” His gaze got stuck on her ass. In that skirt. And those legs that had been wrapped around him just the other night.
“Thank you for staying with him. You can go now.” She turned.
He slowly lifted his gaze. Not giving a shit that she knew he was checking out her ass. “Will go when I’m ready.”
“No, I’m tired and want to go to bed. I highly doubt you want to share it with me after I was just out with another man.”
He pulled in a breath to try to tamp down the fire building inside him. That fire was what got him thrown behind bars too many times.
Her eyebrows rose. “You don’t like that I had a date with someone else? Huh. Just imagine we were actually together and you caught me giving head to another man.”
Those flickering flames were now roaring. “Time to let that shit go,” he growled.
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t the one wronged.”
“Woman, you kept my son from me. That’s so much fuckin’ worse.”
“Your opinion.”
“Yeah, and my opinion fuckin’ counts when it comes to my kid. Pissed at me or not, you shoulda stuck around and let me be his fuckin’ father.”
“Like you were father material,” she huffed.
“Didn’t give me a fuckin’ chance. Maybe I woulda been happy that I knocked you up.”
“The only reason you would’ve been is to keep me under your thumb.” Her blue eyes suddenly went wide and her mouth formed an O. “Wait a minute. Did you do something to get me pregnant?”
Four years ago, he wouldn’t have been happy to find out that Kyra was pregnant. But he also didn’t know she was going to ghost him. He figured she’d eventually get over being pissed about his fuck up.
“Fucked you.”
“No, I meant sabotage the condom.”
His brow furrowed. “Why the fuck would I do that?” Had she lost her fucking mind?
“To keep me tied to you.”
He ground his teeth. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“I don’t know, Zeke. Why would you?”
“That’s fucked up, Ky.”
“Yes, Zeke, it’s fucked up if you did that on purpose.”
Yep, she’d lost her fucking mind. “Didn’t do shit on purpose. How the fuck do I know you didn’t do it on purpose?”
She sighed.
“Don’t gotta force nobody, Ky. Includin’ you. Never once said fuckin’ no to me. Just like the other night.”
Seeing her expression, that might have been the wrong thing to say. Especially when shit between them was so shaky.
She could run again, taking his son with her.
Though, now that Zeke knew Ledger existed, he’d never rest until he found him again. He had the fucking Shadows in his back pocket. No place on Earth existed where Kyra could disappear with his three-year-old son and not be found.
Not even a goddamn igloo in the Arctic Circle.
And if Vi denied him the use of her crew for that reason, he’d make his cousin’s life a living hell.
She knew how fucking important family was.
And if Violet didn’t know how important his son was to him now that he knew Ledger existed, she would.
But hopefully his cousin would never fuck him over. They’ve always been tight. The only time that wavered was when Kyra first left since they were best friends. She’d been just as pissed at him as Ky.
“It’s time for you to go, Zeke,” drew him back to the living room.
“You’re goddamn welcome,” he muttered as he headed toward the door.
“I shouldn’t have to thank you for watching your own son.”
What-fuckin’-ever. “Lock up.”
“If I was worried about criminals, I wouldn’t have let you in.”
Damn.
With a shake of his head, he walked out.
He paused on her small front porch only long enough to wait to hear the lock turn. Once he did, he got the fuck out of there.