Page 23 of The Devil's Dream

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pressed my front against his broad back.

“Oh,” I whispered, feeling the vibration of the bike between my thighs. Kane twisted the throttle, and I moaned.

The ride to the brownstone was torture. Kane knew what he was doing, every acceleration vibrating against my core, turning me on more and more. By the time he was parking in front of their place, I was a trembling mess.

Kane’s hard abs shook under my palms. He was laughing at what he’d done.

“You did that on purpose,” I accused, my voice breathless.

“I did.” At least he had the good grace to be honest.

Kane helped me off the bike, a proud smirk on his face as he steadied me when my legs began to wobble. “You okay there, Kitten?”

“Fine,” I lied, feeling Haze move in behind me a second before his hand settled possessively on my hip.

“Come on,” Kane murmured. “Let's get you inside.”

Their brownstone felt different in the light of day—more masculine and minimalist, with the dark leather furniture and hardwood floors.

“Drink?” Haze asked quietly, already moving toward the kitchen.

“Water, please.”

Kane guided me over to the leather couch, pulling me down beside him. His thigh pressed against mine, warm and solid. “Tell me what's on your mind, Kitten. You've been quiet,” he said as Haze came back with water for us all.

I took the offering as he sat down beside me.

“I talked to Sophia today,” I began, my fingers nervously tracing the condensation on the bottle. “About... this. About us.”

Kane's hand found my knee, squeezing gently. “And?”

“She helped me realize something.” I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. I felt safe with them, but admitting that I had been afraid wasn’t easy.

“I had been so worried about what everyone would think. But Sophia made me see that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. What matters is how I feel when I'm with you.”

“And how do you feel?” Kane's voice had dropped lower, that sexy edge returning.

Heat flooded my cheeks. “Safe. Wanted. Like I belong.”

Haze's hand curved around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking my pulse point. “You do.”

“So, no more hiding?” Kane asked, his fingers tracing patterns on my knee.

I shook my head. “No more hiding.”

The smile that spread across his face was positively wicked.

“Good girl.”

Chapter Seven

Haze

Nova's acceptance and her finally agreeing that she was done hiding hung in the air, and I felt a shift in her. The tension that had been coiled tight inside me since we first confessed what we wanted seemed to unwind.

She looked up at me, those blue eyes wide and clear, and I was done for.

I leaned in, my hand still cupping the back of her neck, and pressed my lips to hers. She tasted sweet, like the hint of vanilla from her lip gloss, and something more, something uniquely her.

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