Page 18 of The Devil's Dream

He already knew the answer. It was both.

“She's worth the wait,” Kane said, dancing back from my cross. “But fuck, if I don't want to taste her. The way she looked in that dress tonight...” He whistled low. “Thought I was gonna bust a nut like a ten-year-old.”

The image of Nova's soft lips had me dropping my guard. Kane's hook caught me in the shoulder.

“Focus, lover boy,” he taunted. “Or I'll have to tell our girl that you're getting sloppy.”

That earned him a solid body shot that had him grunting.

“Cheap shot,” he wheezed, but his eyes were dancing with amusement.

We sparred until sweat dripped from both of us, neither gaining the upper hand. By the time we called it, the sun was starting to rise.

“Christ, when did we get old?” Kane groaned, stretching his shoulders. “Remember when we could go all night and still function the next day?”

“Speak for yourself,” Dragon called from his laptop. “Some of us are still young and beautiful.”

I snorted.

Dragon was pushing forty if he was a day.

“Shower,” Kane said, ignoring Dragon's comment. “Then breakfast with our girl. Try not to look like we just went ten rounds, yeah? Might scare her off.”

Our girl.

I liked that.

“Breakfast?” Dragon perked up.

“Come over to Nova’s when you’re done in here, fucker.” Kane laughed.

“Food!” Dragon cheered.

After cleaning up in the gym’s locker room, Kane and I headed to the apartment next door, and without knocking, Kane strolled inside.

I growled. “Unlocked.”

She hadn’t locked the door.

The compound was safe, but the attack on me proved that anything was possible. We’d have to talk to her about that.

When we rounded the corner, we found Nova already in the kitchen. She was dressed in another one of those flowery dresses that showed off her long legs.

My hands twitched at my sides. I wanted to trace my fingers along her silky flesh.

“Oh!” she squeaked. “Good morning,” she finished quietly, a blush staining her cheeks as she looked between us.

“There's our girl,” Kane drawled, his voice carrying that edge of command that always made her shiver. “Looking good enough to eat this morning.”

Her blush deepened, but I caught the small smile she tried to hide behind her coffee cup.

I moved closer, drawn to her like a magnet.

When she didn't step back, I reached out, running my knuckles down her arm.

Her breath caught.

Perfect.

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