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I debate saying something—a joke, an apology for the mess, something—but realize it doesn't actually matter. Kane is all that matters. So, I don't say anything, I just pull him over to his bag so he can grab what he needs, and then I hustle him into the locker rooms.
Kane ignores them and grabs my hand. Then he's pulling me out of the gym and onto the back of his bike. After he confirms that the extra helmet is snug on my head, he swings his leg over the bike and revs the engine.
I feel like not enough book with hero’s who ride bikes place enough emphasis on making sure the h has a helmet, so I love that this was included
We're silent on the way, this ride vastly different from the last one we took. Where that ride was playful, this one is tense—where last time I squeezed him as tightly as I could to avoid falling off, this time I'm rubbing soothing circles over his chest to relax his tense body.
"But I had bad memories too, you know," she continues, as if that doesn't drive a chill through my body. I stiffen and turn toward Isabella with a frown. "This one time, Allie Mendoza invited me to her eighth birthday party at a nail salon," Isabella chirps, oblivious to my mounting rage. "But my mom said I was too young to have painted nails, so she didn't let me get mine done. So, I'm pretty sure my trauma is worse than yours."
"Come on, I'll drive you home," he says finally, handing me my helmet as he reaches for his own. I pull it on, practically vibrating with excitement as I hop onto the seat behind Kane. I immediately wrap my arms around his waist and plaster myself flush against his back. And I realize that unlike the other times I was on Kane's bike, he's not wearing his black motorcycle jacket. He's wearing dark washed jeans and a simple—but tight—black t-shirt. I couldn't stop myself from running my hands over his abs even if I wanted to.
"Have you ever let anyone drive your bike?" He cocks his head in thought. "No one's ever asked." "Who would have the balls to ask?" I ask with a chuckle. "Your balls are plenty big, princess." A proud smile stretches across my face. “Do you want to learn?” he asks after a slight pause. “I can teach you.”
“You’re welcome,” he says, his voice so gravelly it scrapes over my bones. “Now drive the bike over to the side of the building where no one can see what I’m about to do to you.”
“Tell me you understand that this isn’t a one-time, sex-only thing, Isabella,” he says,
That's all it takes. Kane's touch and the idea of him wanting to think about me.
"Let's go, princess. I want to feed you before I have to get home to Oscar." His words immediately shake me out of my thoughts. Enough to glare at him and say, "You make me sound like a dog. I don't need you to feed me." He smirks and leans forward to nip my lip before soothing it with a kiss. "But I like feeding you." When he pulls away with an odd look in his eyes, I almost wonder if that translates to I like taking care of you.
I nod my agreement, then take another bite of the sandwich. This time I let out a moan at the flavorful bite. "Easy, princess," Kane growls. "If you get that turned on from cheese in a can, I might start to feel like I'm not that special."
"Our schedules don't really seem to align," I muse. "No, they don't," she agrees quietly. She pauses, then adds, "I'm glad you came over this morning." I swallow roughly. "Yeah?" She nods immediately, the want on her face obvious as she stares up at me. I decide that's all the green light I need. "I was thinking maybe I could see you in the mornings before you go to work," I suggest tentatively. "I could make you breakfast, even."
I decide then that I don't care if I'm being needy or pussy-whipped or a fucking idiot for wanting to be with a person that will undoubtedly wise up and leave me in the end. If this is all the time I get with her, I want all of it.
But I'm determined to spend the morning with her. And I don't even care that I've been up for almost twenty-four hours, because hearing Isabella sit at the counter and happily chirp away about some book she just picked up now that she has free time is enough to fill my chest with contentment. I merely listen, and occasionally hum in response, as I make eggs and bacon for our breakfast.
Ok but I’m focused on the fact that he doesn’t bring his dog with him and I feel like she could offer for him to come over there while Kane is there😭
Isabella's giggle causes a smile to slide across my face. Fuck, when was the last time I smiled with such ease? Have I ever? The thought should be a sobering one, but instead, I just feel… comforted. Soothed by the idea that I feel safe in her company.
