Chapter 9 #2
Footsteps thunder down the hall. Maverick and Noah skid to a stop beside me, both wearing equally shocked expressions. I’ve never had guys fight over me before. Well, Kane’s the only one fighting. His twin laughs, dodging punches and dishing out some quick jabs of his own for fun.
“What the hell’s going on?” Noah rushes forward and tears Kane away from Cash. “Whoa, calm down.”
It takes both Maverick and him to hold Kane back. I’ve seen him angry before, like that one time at Dark Lanes when he broke that guy’s wrist, but this is different. He’s trembling with something beyond just rage. I don’t know what it is, but it’s radiating off him in waves.
Soon, Kane calms down, shrugging off his friends before wiping the excess blood from his bottom lip with the back of his hand. He sneers at Cash, who grins even wider as laughter rumbles through his body.
What’s so funny?
“I’m gonna castrate you,” Kane snarls, charging again, determined to rip his brother to shreds. Maverick stops him with a hand on his shoulder.
“She turned me down,” Cash says.
Silence stretches between them, broken only by Kane’s shallow breaths and the twitching muscle in his jaw.
“She turned me down,” Cash repeats, slower this time. I don’t understand what’s happening, but something unspoken passes between them.
“We good?” Maverick asks cautiously. His hand stays on Kane’s shoulder, as if he’s prepared to step in again if another fight erupts.
My eyes move past them to Noah, who’s already watching me with a slight furrow between his brows. I’m unsure what to make of his scrutiny.
“She turned me down,” Cash says a third time as he inches closer to Kane, as if calming a dangerous animal. “Now you know, okay? She’s not like the others.”
Oh, that’s right. When the scuffle broke out, I almost forgot about what he did.
I cross my arms. “You tried to trick me.”
It’s not a question. Rage quickly clears the haze. Who does he think he is? Pretending to be Kane to get into my pants.
Cash barely spares me a glance when he says, “I was never gonna kiss you.” As an afterthought, he adds, “No offence.”
I scoff.
He’s got some fucking nerve.
“I’m disgusted that you’d even think I want to kiss you.”
Now he turns to face me. In fact, they all do. His lips twitch, then he bursts out laughing, walking past us with a quick, friendly slap on his brother’s shoulder.
“I like her.”
Following behind, Maverick and Noah chuckle as well. Meanwhile, I’m confused by the whole situation and eager to head home. It’s been a long, confusing day.
I turn to walk away. Kane catches up, tall and imposing behind me.
The hallway seems longer now, darker. The lights have dimmed, and the warm scents of cedarwood and amber drift off him as he gently coils my hair around his palm.
I would try to run, but it’s already too late.
I can feel the control in his touch, the steadiness that pulls the chaos from within me and makes it quiet.
When he yanks hard, my heart rams into my throat, and my pussy clenches. The darkness swirling in his heated gaze is alive with something unspoken.
Something that’ll be my undoing if I’m not careful.
“What are you doing, Kane?” I ask.
He pulls harder, pushing his hand into my panties again. “Shut up.”
I moan at the pressure of his thick fingers sliding knuckle-deep inside me.
“Still so wet.” His breath whispers over my lips. I can’t move with his firm grip tight in my hair and his hand buried between my thighs. I can’t move, and I don’t want to.
“Kane,” I whine when he pulls his fingers out to thrum my sensitive clit.
The world slows to the rhythm of his touch, each stroke unraveling the noise inside me until only the sound of his breathing remains.
Between one heartbeat and the next, he presses into me in a slow, teasing glide that makes me tremble.
He has a way of making me forget we’re out in the open, that anyone could see us.
Even his family.
“Shut the hell up,” he bites out as another moan slips free. “Be fucking quiet or I stop.”
My scalp prickles from his fierce grip, my knees tremble, and my swollen pussy throbs, slick with need. I’ve never felt a rush like this.
“Did you want my brother?” His rough whisper brushes my lips as he curls his fingers. “Did you want him to kiss you?”
“Didn’t you hear? I turned him down.” I hate how breathless I sound.
“Why? He looks like me. Sounds like me. Smells like me.” Another finger joins the others, driving deep. “Fucks like me.”
“He’s not you.”
Kane falters, just for a second, then finds that spot again, the one that has me seeing stars. “Say it again.”
“He’s not you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He rips his hand out, spins me around, and shoves me up against the wall. I yelp, rising onto my toes, barely touching the floor. Kane’s lips hover inches from mine, teasing with the promise of a kiss. When he wets them, I can’t look away.
Because the truth is, I’d do anything to feel his mouth on mine… to feel him move inside me, all that power and strength, while I come apart on his dick.
“I’m Cash.” His quiet voice whispers between us as he pushes his knee between my thighs and wraps his hand around my throat.
He’s lying. He has to be. And yet a tiny flicker of doubt lingers, because maybe, just maybe, the thrill racing up my thighs to my tingling pussy has something to do with the small chance that it’s his twin.
But it’s not.
“You’re Kane.”
“Are you sure?” He grinds his thigh against my pussy.
“Yes.” I don’t sound as sure as I’d like.
Kane’s face remains carefully blank as he drags his thigh over my heat. “What makes you so sure?”
“Your eyes,” I say without hesitation.
“They’re the same as my brother’s.”
I shake my head quickly, gulping for breath as his grip tightens around my throat. “His eyes are sad. Yours aren’t.”
Every muscle in his body goes taut, and for a second I wonder if I’ve said something wrong. I’ve never seen him so still.
Then he hoists me over his shoulder and carries me down the hall and up the stairs, ignoring my protests. No sooner does he set me down in his darkened room and shut the door than he clicks on the bedside lamp and unbuckles his belt.
“On your knees,” he orders, unzipping his jeans.