Page 16 of Two Chambered Heart

“I think we could have a little bit of fun together.” Kayden winked at her.

“I guess the thrill of ogling me naked has worn out, then.” Corey smirked at him.

It was Kayden’s turn to shrug. “Hey, I like pretty things. Nothing wrong with that.”

“I’m not a thing,” Corey said defensively.

“Pretty things and pretty girls.”

“Oh, yeah? Do you offer every pretty girl a motorcycle ride?”

Absolutely not. Kayden rode for the freedom, but also because it was a way for him to be outside in peace, without the noise, just the engine and the wind. Usually, someone else on the bike would ruin that. Not her, though, with her silent mind.

But he wasn’t about to tell her any of that.

“You want to be special, Corey?” he said instead.

“No, I want a new sweatshirt.” She smiled in fake politeness.

“All you had to do was ask.”

“Well, if that’s all I had to do… what else will you give me if I ask for it?”

Right now, he was willing to give her many things, but he wasn’t going to tell her that either. He tried to keep his gaze from dropping to her lips. She just stared him down with those big blue eyes. A challenge.

“Come for a ride.”

“Okay.” Her eyes crinkled as a smile finally broke free on her face. “But no leashes.”

“No leashes,” Kayden promised. “Ropes are Jason’s thing anyway. I’d tell you to behave, but I don’t expect you know how to.”

She winked at him. “You’ve been taking notes then.”

Now he was grinning back at her.

“Go shower. I’ll bring you some clean clothes.”

Kayden didn’t wait for a response. He left her room, almost running through the hallway in anticipation. He took the stairs to the second floor two at a time and went to his bedroom. He threw off his sweatpants, pulling on a pair of dark denim jeans and a long-sleeve cotton shirt that was on his bed.

Kayden rifled through the drawers in his closet, trying to find a pair of pants that may fit her, but he couldn’t find anything. Instead, he grabbed a clean pair of sweatpants with a drawstring and a fitted hoodie for her. It would have to do.

She was already dressed when Kayden returned with the clothes—or partially dressed, at least. She was standing in her leggings from the day they’d found her in the car and a green, lacey scrap of material that he supposed acted as a bra. It did nothing to hide her dark nipples peeking through the thin fabric.

Kayden looked her up and down.

Corey rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, my pants don’t smell anymore, if that’s what you’re worried about. I guess Belinda washed my clothes for me.”

“Belinda is a saint,” Kayden confirmed. He tossed Corey the sweatshirt and held up the sweatpants. “You can keep these too, if you want.”

Corey just motioned towards the bed, so Kayden left the sweatpants there while she pulled the sweatshirt over her head. He watched her pull her long hair out, the locks falling like licks of fire over her shoulders.

She caught him watching.

He smiled at her and was rewarded with a tentative smile back. After purposefully icing her out all week, starving her for attention, he took that as a win.

Kayden led her to the front hall. He put his boots on while she pulled on her ratty sneakers. Inside the front hall closet, Kayden used his fingerprint to open one of their weapons safes. He took out two pistols, already in their double armpit holster and a leather forearm sleeve with a retractable blade. He strapped them both on, as he always did before leaving the house.

Kayden pulled out a black toque and both helmets. He turned to Corey, who was eyeing the guns.

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