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My feet shuffle towards him, his tall, lean frame, my light in the dark. His deep caramel skin glowing, his thick arms open, tempting me closer. Another breath, less pain in my chest. Another, deeper this time, my head clearing. Then I’m in his arms, banded tightly around me, smothering me with oranges and sandalwood. I breathe him in deeply, my lungs burning in delight. His hand smoothing over the back of my skull, cupping my head, my face in his chest. The cotton fabric of his t-shirt cool from outside, comforting against my heated cheeks. I hum against him, the vibration rolling through his chest.

“That’s it, baby girl, I got you.”

Chapter10

Kyla-Rose

“We nearly ready to go, Darlin’?” Huxley grins at me as I wander into the kitchen.

After I got my panic attack under control, Huxley snuggled with me, Angel and Brute for the rest of the afternoon. Max popped his head around the door, saying he was sorry, I said sorry too. He walked away with a nod, my chest ached just a little less. I don’t wanna keep fighting with him. It hasn’t solved anything as of yet, we’ve got enough going on, why keep adding to it.

Hux’s coal black eyes run down my body in appreciation.

“You. Look. Hot.”

He whistles lowly, taking in my tight, black leather trousers, one of Kacey’s huge, black t-shirts tucked in at the front, hanging out at the back. A cropped, red leather jacket draped over my shoulders, studs on the shoulders. Sleek, high ponytail that I forced Rubble to assist me with. He did it without complaint, and he was gentle. A full face of make-up, smoky black eyes, heavy winged liner and Christmas red lipstick.

“Thanks, I-” my words stopping suddenly.

My brain registering the fact that his lean arms are elbow deep in shopping bags. He was literally out buying yogurt…

“What in the fuck is all that?” I query, my face creasing as I assess just how much he’s actually rifling through. “I thought you put the food away earlier?”

“I did.”

He grins ever wider, his white, toothy smile splitting his cheeks as he shoots me a flirty wink.

“What’s all that then?” I wave a hand at all the bags still full on the worktop.

“Well, I figured, after Christmas,” he starts, walking around the peninsula.

Grunting as he heaves another stuffed, reusable bag onto the counter beside the fridge, glass clinking and plastic rustling.

“After your hospital visit,” he says with a raised brow, and I roll my eyes. “We’ll be holed up here for a while. I wanted to get all the stuff you actuallylike.Unless you wanna keep being force-fed kale salads by thehealthinator,” he smirks, referring to Kacey and his extreme healthy eating regime.

I gag at the thought of his half-dozen raw eggs being necked back every morning without so much as a flinch. I’m seriously impressed by Kacey’s dedication. That man doesn’t put any shit inside that beautiful body, and it shows. But I’m far too distracted by that delicious pull of Hux’s peach lips, twisted up on one side, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, to do anything but screw my face up at the mention of kale. Let alone comment on his new nickname for my golden eyed beast. I’m sure Big Man’s gunna absolutelylovethat one.

“Exactly!” he nods cheerily, turning back to his bags ofstuff,pulling out item after item.

Mesmerised, I watch him place down socks, a DVD and a candle.

A candle?

“Huxley,” I start, biting my bottom lip, chewing on the torn skin as he pulls out a forty-eight pack of batteries. “What the fuck are those for?” I question quickly, my eyes widening.

He whips back to face me, his hot hands clamping onto my flared hips. His fingers curling into my skin, thumbs running over the sharp curve of bone. He draws me into him, being careful not to trap my injured hand between us, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. Affectionately, lovingly, despite the tightening of his hands. Leaning into me, his face dropping slightly forward so he’s level with my own.

“Things,” he whispers.

His teeth latching onto my earlobe, biting down on the soft flesh. Sucking it into his wet, sinful mouth, his tongue bar flicking over me. I go lax in his hold, every tense muscle in my body turning to jelly as he softly blows his hot breath over my wet lobe. I shiver, he chuckles. Grabbing hold of me and spinning us around, lifting me into the air, he slams my arse down onto the island. His body effortlessly sliding between my automatically parting knees. He shucks me forward, my cunt pressed tightly against the hard length in his jeans. His zip snagging my leather clad pussy in just such a way, I gasp.

He draws his face back. His eyes flicking between my own as he grinds his hips forward, the metal zip snagging over the seam in my leather trousers. I gasp again only making him smirk harder.

“Are we in a rush?” he queries.

Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he pops it free with a smacking sound, tongue bar clacking against his teeth. His canine digging into his lip, denting the skin, blanching it white from the pressure. His obsidian orbs lazily hooded.

“I have some time,” I whisper, my voice breathy.

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