Chapter Six
ARES
“L et’s lock everything down, boys.” Arthur stands up.
“Is it going to get bad?” Daphne swallows.
I can tell she’s trying to stay relaxed, so she doesn’t scare Elena. It’s probably nothing but a category one hurricane. There’s a chance it will die down more before it reaches us. We’ve all gone through this before. This house has stood its ground for long before we bought it, I’m honestly not too worried.
“Precautionary, because of the wind.” I reassure her.
She smiles, but her eyes are wary as she nods.
“It’s windy, Opa.” Elena stands near the window with her hands on her hips, copying how Arthur is standing.
“It sure is. Your dad is going to help me move some of the furniture so we don’t have to worry about the wind blowing it away.” He moves to the door and slides it open partially.
Apollo and I quickly follow.
Mom grabs the cushions from the patio furniture and puts them in the ottoman to be pushed in the outdoor closet. “Kyra is at the club, should someone go and get her? Just, precautionary.”
“I’ll go.” The words are out of my lips on reflex. I may not be able to stand her, but she’s still family. I’m pretty sure I’d lose the favorite uncle award if I let something happen to her. And I’m the only uncle.
“You can take one of the cars,” Arthur suggests.
I nod and consider it when I run out to the garage. But what would be fun in the safety of a car when I can give Kyra a little scare on my bike. It’s a short enough drive to the club. I’m not actually worried, but I can make her be for a moment.
I was wrong.
The normally short drive took longer with the other cars on the road also trying to get somewhere. Thankfully, I was able to weave my way around a majority of them. What normally takes less than ten minutes, took twenty.
The boys at the valet looked scared when I pulled up. I rolled my bike over and move it up close to the building.
“You can’t park there.” One of them speaks up.
“I won’t be long.”
I pull out my phone as I enter the lobby.
Me: Where are you?
Kyra: Who is this?
Me: You wound me, princess. Now, where the fuck are you?
Kyra: How did you get my number?
Me: Kyra
Kyra: I’m at the club.
Me: No shit. Your dad sent me to pick you up. Where are you?
Kyra: What? Why? I’m in the lounge.
I don’t bother responding to her again. I slip my phone back in my pocket and take the steps two at a time to get to the second floor and round the corner to head to the lounge.
Kyra is walking toward the door when I enter. Her eyes look shocked to see me. “What’s going on? Why did he send you?”
“Who is this?” The Ken looking guy next to her asks.
“It’s my—” Kyra hesitates.
I hold out my hand. “I’m her stepbrother and it’s time for her to leave.” I grab her by the arm. “Say goodbye, Kyra.”
“Ares, what the hell?” She attempts to pull her arm free from my grasp.
“She’ll call you. Stay safe, Ken,” I yell back at him.
“What is your problem?” she yells at me as we walk down the hall. “I can walk without your assistance, jerk. And his name is Ryan. He’s my boyfriend.”
I roll my eyes. She can do better than that tool. Kyra continues to pull out of my grasp. I look down to see her heels and decide it’ll be faster to carry her out of here myself. I stop and release her arm, then bend down and place my shoulder to her waist and lift her.
“Ares! Put me down.”
The smirk comes over my face and I’m unable to hide my amusement as she calls me names. None of the staff say a word as we walk out of the club and towards my bike. I don’t put her down until we’re right next to it.
“You got asked to pick me up and couldn’t even bring a car? I’m not getting on that thing.”
“You’ll be fine.” I growl at her while grabbing the helmet and placing it on her head and buckling it into place.
“I’m in a dress.” She gestures to her little sundress.
I look her down and back up again. “Not a problem.” I slip off my leather jacket. “Put this on.”
“What the hell is this supposed to do, Ares?”
“Just fucking put it on, Kyra!” I yell at her. The breeze slows down. It’s the calm before the storm. “We need to go. Now.”
She groans as she slips on my jacket. It swallows her small frame, but it’ll help cover her more of her. I move to climb on the bike, and she hesitates.
“What?” I growl.
“I’ve never been on a bike.” She bites her lip. “The wind has stopped; maybe it’s fine. I can go back inside and head back to the house later.”
“Kyra, I’ve got you.” I hold my hand out for her to hold to. “Just fling your leg over.”
“Like it’s so easy.” She fakes a laugh.
Kyra takes a deep breath and then does exactly what I told her to. I give her a moment to adjust. Her arms wrap around me loosely as she tries to keep space between us.
The fun way it is. I rev the engine and jerk forward. She squeals as she slides into me, her arms wrap around me tighter.
“Ares!”
“Hold on,” I look over my shoulder at her briefly before moving forward to leave the club.
I drive down the long paved driveway. Palm trees slowly wave to us as we move past the iron gate. I turn onto the road and slowly make my way through the traffic.
It’s not as bad going back to the house, but I take my time. She holds onto me tighter. The darker clouds are rolling closer, but I don’t rush. I could easily weave through some of these cars, but I’m enjoying the ride too much.
Until I feel a few drops of water. It’s slow at first, but the downpour is coming. A sprinkle, I can handle. I’m not about to drive my bike on a wet road in the middle of a storm, though.
“Hold on,” I yell out and tap her hands to keep them steady around me.
Kyra presses more into me, her hands squeezing together as I pick up the pace and start maneuvering around some of the vehicles. The rain comes down heavy as we pull into the driveway.
I slowly pull up to the open garage. Kyra carefully slides off and goes to the panel to close the garage door. It closes behind us as she walks back over to me and lifts her chin.
My hands reach out to the buckle of the helmet and I drag it off and rest it on the seat of my bike.
“You’re soaked.” She covers her mouth.
“It’s raining.” I roll my eyes.
The wind rattles the garage door, and that has her jumping a little closer to me. My hands move to her neck, my thumbs resting on her jaw as I lift her gaze to mine.
“Hey, look at me.” I search her eyes until they move from the garage door to mine. Her hands cling to the front of my damp shirt, as if she’d blow away if she weren’t holding on. Stormy eyes look back at me, wide with worry. “I’ve got you.” I keep my gaze on her, my breathing steady.
She lets out a shaky breath. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “I don’t like storms.” Thunder roars outside and she squeezes her eyes shut.
My arms slide down over my jacket she’s wearing, pulling her in for a tight hug. “It’s alright. You have nothing to apologize for.”
“Don’t I?” She laughs.
My jaw clenches. I enjoy scaring her and teasing her. I enjoy making her jump. This is different, and I hate it.
“No, I’ve just been holding a silly grudge.” I groan. Now might as well be a time for us to talk. “It started when I was about fifteen and got busted for putting a scratch on my dad’s car. You watched me pull into the garage and I told you not to tell anyone it was me, but it’s okay. You were only nine. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.”
“What scratch?” she asks. Her face pulls back and looks up at me.
“I’d just turned fifteen. You were drawing with chalk out on the driveway.” I shake my head with a laugh. “You somehow even convinced Apollo to draw with you.”
“I guess I sort of remember, because Apollo muttered something about you not having your license. I don’t remember a scratch though and I didn’t say anything.”
Apollo? Shit. “Two summers later, when you and your dad moved into the beach house.” I shake my head. “Mom made me cut part of my summer plans short so we could come to the beach house.” I sigh. “I guess I blamed you for that. It felt like you were always with my mom that summer.”
She groans and buries her head in my chest.
“What?” I chuckle.
Kyra pulls back and looks up at me, a flush creeping up her neck. “That was the summer I got my first period. It is my fault you guys came earlier than normal. Dad didn’t know what to do, so he called Selene.”
Fuck. Now I feel like an asshole. I groan.
“That’s why you hate me? You think I tattled on you and because I’m a woman?” She makes a face.
“Almost.”
“There’s more?” She takes a step back and shrugs out of my leather jacket.
The rain soaked a little bit of her dress, just in the front where the rain could reach. The problem was that it made her white and yellow sundress nearly see through. All I can see is her white lace bra that also hides very little of her perfect tits.
Fuck, I should not be thinking about her like this.
“Ares? What else?”
I swallow and force my eyes to stay on her face. “It’s nothing.” The problem is, I can’t fucking remember. I can’t think. All I can focus on is her perfect breasts. The way her sundress clings to every curve. “You should put my jacket back on before you walk through the house.” I glance away.
“Huh?” It takes her a minute before she looks down and realizes what I’m talking about. “Oh, my God!” She quickly pulls it back on and wraps it around her tightly. “Please tell me you didn’t look.”
“I didn’t look.” I swallow but look away from her.
“Are you lying?” Her brows furrow together.
“Let’s get out of this garage. I need to get changed into something dry too.”
We both somehow walk through the house and up the stairs without anyone noticing anything out of the ordinary. It’s not until I’m in the safety of my room with the door closed that I can’t hold back my smile.
I move to the bathroom to strip out of my wet clothes and hang them over the side of the shower. My cock hardens at the image replaying in my mind.
Perfect fucking tits.
I shouldn’t be thinking of Kyra like this. We’re family. Except a small part of me argues. We’re not actually related. My hand reaches for my dick, and I close my eyes. Fuck, I’m going to hell for these thoughts.