Chapter 28 Kane
Kane
Iwasn’t lying about meeting a friend for a drink. And as Chiara rightly suspected, this friend is female.
Sienna and I hook up if she’s passing through and I’m free. She works for a big pharmaceutical company and believes I’m a cop, which is the excuse I gave her for being unavailable at random times.
She’s never once questioned my backstory or asked for anything more than sex. If she had, I’d have cut ties with her immediately. Hell, she doesn’t even know my real name.
An hour later, I’m sitting in a sports bar I sometimes frequent, sipping a bottle of Bud and waiting for Sienna. Normally I’d be looking forward to letting loose, but I’m not feeling it tonight.
My mind’s on Chiara. Or more specifically, on her hot little body and smart mouth. A mouth I dream about way too often these days. Fully aware I’m crossing a line, I log into the mansion’s security system, swiping through each image until I find her.
She’s moving around her bedroom. I watch as she picks up a book and then drops it again with a scowl. Is that the mafia romance? As much as she denied it, I know she likes that shit.
Cowboy romance, my ass. Her reading tastes run a lot darker than cute cowboys. I snuck into her bedroom a few days ago while she and Luka were fooling around by the pool.
My excuse was that I needed to know if she was hiding anything. After all, I’m head of security, and she’s a flight risk. Other than a collection of questionable books, I found nothing.
I’d picked up the one on top of the pile and flicked through a few of the well-thumbed pages. Pure filth. Very dark.
My cock thickens in my jeans. Dammit, I’m already weeping for her, and she’s not even in the same fucking zip code right now.
“Hey, lover.” Sienna’s sultry voice makes me jump so hard I nearly drop my fucking phone. So much for situational awareness. Jesus. Some asshole could have come at me with a gun, and I’d be dead right now. Get a fucking grip, Kane!
“Everything okay, Cal?” Sienna asks. I finally remember my manners and leap up to greet her with a kiss. Only kissing her feels all wrong.
“You look as gorgeous as ever,” I tell her. And she does. She’s wearing a slinky green dress with sexy fuck-me shoes, and her ebony hair hangs in sleek waves down her back. Several guys nearby give her a second look, and hell, she deserves all their attention because she’s fucking gorgeous.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Drink, baby?” I ask, shoving my phone away and forcing my head to get back in the game. This woman is a sure thing, so I’d be nuts to turn her down.
“Yeah, please. A gin and tonic with ice.” I head to the bar and order us both a drink. A few minutes later, I’m back and making small talk about her job, my pretend job, and random shit I care nothing about.
“You seem distracted tonight.” Sienna slides her hand across my thigh, edging higher. “Is work stressing you out? Maybe I can help with that.” Her fingers brush my dick, but it doesn’t react. Not even a twitch.
“Work’s been hectic, yeah,” I say, shifting uncomfortably.
“Maybe we should head out,” Sienna says in a husky voice while pressing her tits into my arm. My phone rings, and I use the excuse to turn away and take the call. It’s one of my men calling with a routine update.
This isn’t the sort of shit I’d bother with while on a date, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“Okay, thanks.”
I hang up and turn to Sienna. From her disappointed pout, she knows what’s coming.
“I gotta cut and run. Work.” A small lie. I pull some cash from my wallet and drop it on the table. “Sorry, babe. Another time.” She sighs and takes the money. As I stand, I see a guy two tables over slide a look in her direction. I’d put money on him hitting her up before I’m even out the door.
Not that I give a fuck. We’re done. I won’t be seeing her again.
“Take care,” she says. “It’s been fun.”
I kiss her lightly on the cheek and then walk away without a backward glance.
My apartment’s dark when I unlock the door, my mind on Chiara.
I drop my keys in the bowl by the door and kick my shoes off.
I spend so little time here that it could pass as a hotel room.
The furniture is basic and functional. There’s a king-size bed with a decent mattress because I’m frugal but not stupid.
I picked up my couch from Ikea, and I have an old table and two chairs that I use for work and meals.
Bougie it ain't.
Even though it’s late, I head to the refrigerator and crack open a beer. And because my attention is one hundred percent focused on my friend’s wife, I open up the security cam app and scroll through the feed to see what my minx is up to.
She’s not in the living room watching trashy TV, or in the kitchen snacking, which means she’s still in her bedroom.
I tap on the feed for her room and see she’s lying on the bed wearing nothing but a towel. My dick jumps to attention immediately, and I unfasten my jeans to relieve the pressure against my zipper. One glimpse of that woman in a towel and I’m leaking like a broken fucking faucet.
Honestly, I need to get a grip. Which I do.
Chiara’s hand moves south and slides between her thighs. I turn the volume up so I can hear her. Her breathing speeds up and she moans softly. She still has a bedside lamp switched on, so the cameras pick up the slick on her tanned thighs.
My girl’s wet. So fucking wet.
Is she thinking about me?
Or the pup?
I tell myself it’s me on her mind, mostly because I’m fucking delusional.
In my head, it’s my name she’s moaning as she strokes her sopping wet pussy. I zoom in on her hand, hyper-focused on what she’s doing, even though the towel is in the way.
Then she spreads her legs a little wider and the towel opens, revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. Her fingers delve a little deeper as I squeeze my cock to stop myself from coming.
For once I don’t need lube. I’m leaking so much my hand slides up and down my shaft with ease.
She moans louder. The towel slides off, revealing her round, soft breasts tipped with pretty pink nipples. My mouth waters as I imagine sucking one while I pound into her pussy.
My dick jerks. Electricity shoots up my spine, and I come with a groan just as Chiara gasps and moans on her bed, her back arching in pleasure.
I close my eyes, listening to Chiara’s heavy breathing through my phone. Then I hear her say, “I hope you enjoyed that, you pervy bastard.”
My blood runs cold.
How does she know I’m watching?