Page 73 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, and straight to the coffee maker. "It's too early to fight."

Both of them shut up. He poured two mugs of coffee, added sugar in one, and faced his brother.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

Kingsley steamed. Usually, his brother was the life of the party. But there was something about Kenna that riled him faster than the old rooster behind the clubhouse.

"I'm moving back in the house." Kingsley pointed at Kenna. "Don't say one word."

Zane raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't matter to him if his brother lived in the house or stayed in the garage. The place was big enough for everyone, with six bedrooms and enough square footage to find privacy.

"I take it you talked with Kenna and explained how we need to make sure she stays safe until we have more answers," he said.

Kenna opened her mouth. "I don't need—"

"Shut up." Kingsley grabbed Kenna's hand and marched her to the back of the house.

Zane chuckled. Kenna was a wild one.

River walked downstairs and entered the kitchen. "I'm going to walk over and grab us all breakfast. Was that Kingsley I heard?"

"Yeah, he's moving back in."

"Oh." She seemed surprised but accepted the news. "Four breakfasts."

He followed her to the front door. "Need help?"

"No, I can do it." She grinned. "I kind of like having you hide away in the house. Gem Haven members can't find and take you away from me."

He sipped his coffee and watched her walk out the door. His skin prickled. Something felt off.

He stepped outside when it dawned on him. "Sweetheart? Where's your backpack?"

She stopped and turned around. "I don't need it anymore when I'm on Gem Haven property."

With that announcement, she turned around and walked toward the back of the bar. Several minutes later, staring at where she'd disappeared, he harrumphed. Just like that, she gave up the need to pack everything she held dear to her.

EPILOGUE

Zane

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River moaned. Zane cupped her ass with one hand and plunged his thumb deeper into her pussy.

The wooden desktop kept her at the perfect height. He circled her clit with his tongue.

How many times had he sat in the chair in the office at the clubhouse and imagined bringing River here and taking her on the desk as he poured over old records left by his dad?

"Zane." She slapped at his head.

He stood, unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his cock. Her juice coated her pussy, and he rubbed the head of his dick through the wetness before thrusting inside of her.

Her back arched on the desk. He grabbed her hips, keeping her from sliding away from him. Driving into her, he came up on his toes, giving her every inch of him.

After years of wearing a condom, he could finally enjoy having her with nothing between them.

"Oh, God." She stretched her arms out to the side and gripped the edges of the desk. "I'm coming."

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