Page 37 of The War Revision
“If you don’t want to see this.” I wave at my face. “Take the damn rats to your apartment!”
“I’d do that if you caffeine me. Can’t think without a cuppa.”
“Don’t have any.”
He mumbles something that sounds likeun-fucking-believable. “Let’s go to Sandra’s cafe,” he says, sliding off my stool and bending down to grab his shoes. And suddenly his fabulous ass is right there, front and center. Memories of his loose opening taking three of my fingers makes my dick thicken. I have to forcibly stop myself from yanking down his pants and coming all over his skin again.
Fucking Kaiden Donnelly!
We are walking on the sidewalk a block away from the café when Kaiden whispers, “Thank you.”
I know why, but I ask him anyway, “For? The list is long.”
He’s looking ahead, hands inside his jeans pockets, shoulders hunched. His hair covers his face like a curtain, hiding his expressions from me.
“Are you going to make me spell it out?” He sniffs.
“Since I don’t know whatitis…”
“Thank you for taking care of me yesterday,” he explains begrudgingly, like the brat he is. But I see a glimpse of deep defenselessness in his gaze when he finally glances at me. And it affects me more than it should. Then he adds provokingly, “Even though it was your fault.”
“My fault?” I stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Yes, Lucifer. If you had fucked me we’d both be happily satisfied right now and probably still going at it. Instead, I’m trying to fight my hangover from the little town you come from—Hell—while you are adding more wrinkles to your forehead.”
“I didn’t make you drink, and I sure as fuck didn’t make you look for someone else to have fun with!” I furiously whisper on his face. I thrust my jaw forward, clenching until the muscle there jumps, as I study Kaiden’s challenging expression with frustration.
One thing he’s right about. If I had fucked him, we’d both be deeply satisfied at the moment. But I’m glad I stopped myself. I had to. Because my feelings for him are getting too deep. My possessiveness too dark. And don’t even get me started on the over-the-top protectiveness that slaps me in the face every time Kaiden tries to hide his pain behind a smirk. Or covers his uneasiness with a bitter laugh. Or lowers his vulnerable gaze to the floor. It’s starting to creep me out.
“No, you just rejected my very tight, gaping hole. I’ve being doing Kegel exercises for fuck’s sake,” he mutters.
“I didn’t reject you, dammit! I just don’t like to be pushed! And the first thing you do is go out to fuck someone else.” I resume my walk toward the café. This is bullshit. I need to put some distance between us otherwise I’ll end up dragging Kaiden into an alley and ramming his ass till he can’t walk straight. And then what?
“But I didn’t,” he almost yells. He jogs till he’s next to me, and in a lower voice he adds, “I thought you liked to top.”
I don’t reply while I cross the street.
“Are you fucking playing with me? Is this some kind of fucked-up revenge to you?” His stupid-as-hell statement is killed by the bell over the café’s door.
Ignoring him, I walk through the door, not holding it open, and make my way straight to Carl, the young surfer-looking barista behind the counter.
“Good morning, Cole,” his smile is warm and too very bright for this shit of a morning.
Kaiden stops next to me and the barista’s smile turns impossibly bigger.
“Hey, Kai,” he greets.
Kaiden turns all flirty in the next second. “Hey, cutiepie. Looking good.”
Cutiepie?I snort, loudly, overly enjoying the way Kaiden’s body stiffens. Of course he doesn’t remember the guy’s name. When does he ever?
He knows yours, my stupid inner voice reminds me. I send a mental fuck off back at it.
Ugh, Kaiden is laying it on so thick I’m practically choking with nausea. He pretends all his attention is on the guy, when I know he’s putting on a show for me. If he thinks I’ll stop him, he’ll find himself deeply disappointed.
“Haven’t seen you in yoga class lately,” Carl tells him.
Yoga class? Is that the reason why Kaiden is so bendy? An image of him assuming the downward dog pose while I prep his hole before railing his ass sneaks inside my head.
