Page 63 of Things We Burn

I was putting that, all of that, away in the back of my mind to focus on when Kane was not still pale, walking slowly and carefully in a cast.

Even though he was far from fragile, considering we had sex the moment Mike left the apartment.

He didn’t go far, though. He was posted outside the front door.

It was all surreal. The security guard, the throngs of people outside my apartment building. The articles crawling over the internet like locusts. The missed calls and texts. The only ones I’d returned were from my mother and sister, hoping to stop them from calling or even worse, showing up unannounced.

Neither of them were extreme sports fans, but they were both mothers, and my own mother seemed to be trying to make up for the failures she thought she made with me after my father died. My sister, well, even though she was six years younger, she too wanted to take care of me.

I didn’t let either of them my entire life, and I wasn’t about to start then.

Plus, I had a tatted daredevil to take care of for the foreseeable future. That was my priority. I pushed all the other stuff away into folders in my mind.

“Right,” I said, closing the door. “You, there,” I pointed to the couch. “I’ll get food, water and set up your pills with a chart to track when we dose and how much.”

I turned to get started on those things, trusting Kane’s ability to shuffle the short distance.

But he grabbed hold of my hand with his uninjured wrist.

“No, you’re not doing any of that.” He swiped his tongue along his lip. “We’re going to the bedroom, and you’re gonna ride me.” His tone was drenched in authority. Desire. Hunger.

And although plenty of my own desire cropped up at his words, I swallowed it down, bugging my eyes at him. “Kane, you can’t be serious. You’re technically supposed to still be in the hospital right now. You have instructions to do nothing strenuous.”

Kane wasn’t swayed, stroking the inside of my wrist with his thumb. “That’s why you’ll be riding me, doing all the work.” He winked.

“I’m too heavy for that,” I groaned.

Kane’s gaze darkened, and his brow furrowed. “You are not too heavy for anything,” he snapped. “Most especially riding my cock. You gonna argue some more, or you gonna make me prove my point by carrying you to the bedroom?”

Hands on my hips, I glared at him. He wasn’t bluffing. “Kane, you cannot carry me. You were discharged from intensive care an hour ago.”

“Don’t care if I was pulled back from the gates of Hades two seconds ago, I’ll be carrying my woman to the bedroom.”

When he bent as if to do it, I held up my hand to stop him. “Fine,” I snapped. “We’ll go. But I’m not happy about it.”

He grinned in satisfaction. “Oh, yes you are, Chef. I can tell that pussy of yours is already wet.”

I pursed my lips.

He wasn’t wrong.

“Come on,” I huffed.

Kane chuckled as we walked to the bedroom.

“What’s so funny?” I barked over my shoulder.

“You,” he replied as we entered my bedroom. “Acting all pissed about riding my cock when I know you’re as desperate for it as I am.”

Again, I kept my lips a thin line, sucking in a breath through my nostrils. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kane cupped my cheeks, tilting my head upward. “Only way you could hurt me, Chef, is if you leave me to walk this world without you. You gonna do that?”

I almost flinched at the intensity in his words, the possessiveness. Sure, Kane had been plenty possessive before, but this was different. Much different.

“No,” I said without hesitation.

His lips pressed into mine. “Good,” he growled against my lips. “Now ride my cock.”

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