Possession (Club X #3)(32)
Author: K.M. Scott

I pressed my hands to his hard chest and balanced as our bodies joined and separated over and over, his body marking me as his own with every thrust of his pierced cock. I gave myself to him willingly, wanting more than anything to give him the pleasure he gave me.

His cock swelled inside me as we raced toward our release, and he sat up and pulled my body to his, pressing me tightly to his chest as my orgasm began. Holding the back of my neck, he said gruffly, “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see them when you come.”

I obeyed his command and kept focused on him as wave after delicious wave rolled over me. My body surrendered completely, becoming his as each moment passed. His eyes looked deep into mine, into the depths of my soul as he came. In them, I saw need and safety.

And love.

I slid into Kane’s Mustang and turned to face him as he started the car. “Will you tell me now what the surprise is?”

“Not yet. A few minutes more.”

Pouting, I asked, “Where are we going?”

“That’s the surprise. Just sit tight and be patient. I don’t have to hold the lock down so you don’t leave, do I?” he asked with tiny grin.

I blushed at his mention of how I’d behaved that night he took me out of The Carousel Club. Lifting his hand to my lips, I kissed it and quietly said, “I’m sorry I was so awful.”

He put the car into gear and kissed me on the forehead. “You had every right. I was kidnapping you.”

“No, you weren’t. You were doing something nice and I acted like a bitch. I’m sorry, Kane.”

“It’s okay. As long as you don’t still think I’m some kind of Cro-Magnon man,” he joked. “Now close your eyes and wait for your surprise.”

I shielded my eyes with my hand and closed them tightly. “I’m so excited! I haven’t gotten a surprise like this since I was a little girl.”

He drove over the streets of Tampa and joked about how impatient I was until we finally came to a stop. I began to lower my hand, but he grabbed it. “No, not yet. I want you to keep your eyes closed. I’ll come around and get you.”

I waited for him to open my door, and he took my hand to lead me to my surprise. I heard children playing nearby and was sure I was walking on a sidewalk, but other than that, all I knew was Kane had my hand in his and I trusted him completely.

“There are three steps, so watch yourself so you don’t fall.”

Nodding, I squeezed his hand tightly and walked up the stairs onto a surface that made a creaking sound when my foot landed on it. “Can I look yet? Please?”

“Just a few seconds more.”

I heard him open what sounded like an old screen door that needed to be oiled and then his hand pressed softly against my lower back to guide me. He stopped our movement and in my ear said, “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Lowering my hand, I slowly opened my eyes to see we were in someone’s house. Full of knickknacks, it looked like someone lived there but I didn’t see anyone around. “Whose house is this, Kane?”

“Mine.”

I looked up at him in total confusion. “Yours? Then why do you live in those rooms at the club?”

Kane smiled. “This was my mother’s house. My father bought it for her, but he never lived here with us. This was where I grew up. When my mother died, it came to me, but I never felt right living here alone. I figured now since you’re staying with me, it might be time for me to come back here.”

“You mean we’re going to be living here?”

Looking around at the house obviously so full of memories, he said, “Yeah, if you want to.”

I let go of his hand and walked through the living room to a kitchen at the back of the house. Kane followed and smiled when I squealed, “I love it! It’s so cute!”

“Good. Then I’ll have all your things brought here and we can start sleeping here tonight.”

I sensed a hint of sadness in his voice. “Is everything okay? We don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. I’m fine with your rooms at the club. I like sleeping on the floor. As long as you’re next to me, I don’t care where we are.”

He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him. “No, that’s not it. It’s just strange being back here after all this time.”

“How long has it been since you lived here?”

Kane seemed to think about it for a minute and answered, “It’s got to be seven or eight years.”

I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him. “Well, what do you say as a celebration I make us dinner in this wonderful house of yours?”

“Ours. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, and when you finally make enough money to move to your own place, I’ll close this place up again and move back to my rooms. Unless you decide not to move.”

I stared up into his gorgeous blue eyes and saw he was sincere. “You barely know me, Kane. Maybe you should wait until I make you angry and we have our first fight before you offer to let me live here with you permanently.”

“Abbi, I have no idea what will happen tomorrow. I don’t think about the future. Never could. I try not to think about the past. There’s nothing good back there. The present is all I’ve ever been able to focus on, and right now, I can’t think of anyone else in the world I want next to me every morning when I wake up.”

The idea of the future being so vague scared me. “And I’m all about tomorrow, Kane, because my past and present have been bad for so long. The future’s all I had to hope for.”

He kissed me softly on the lips and pressed his forehead to mine. “Then it’s settled. I’ll worry about making your present good, and you worry about making my future good, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Come with me. I want to show you the rest of the house.”

I’d never seen Kane as happy as when he gave me the tour of that house. I couldn’t imagine him having any good memories of the place after hearing about his childhood, but his whole personality seemed lighter just being there. The serious man who’d intimidated me when we’d first met beamed with every room he showed me.

The change was completely unexpected, but I loved it. I loved him. It was crazy and stupid and I only knew him for just over a month, but I loved him with every ounce of my being.

And the thought of a time when he and I didn’t live in that little house with its squeaky door and the joyful sound of children playing outside made my heart hurt.