Protecting His Forever (10 page)

Walking over to Kane, I smack his butt, hard. He jumps in shock and turns around to look at me. Giving him a sly look, I knock the spoon off the table beside him. I mumble an exaggerated, “Oops!” before bending at the waist with my butt straight into the air.

A sharp pain on my back side has me yelping. “What was that for?” I flutter my eyelashes at him.

He smirks at me and turns the stove down on low. Gulping, I watch with wide eyes as he stalks toward me. I back up until my back hits the island in the middle of the floor.

“What was that, sweetheart?” he asks in a cocky tone.

Giving him an innocent look, I say, “Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“Hmm, baby, if you want to play just tell me. It’s not good teasing a man who wants to fuck you.” He leans forward so his mouth is next to my ear before whispering, “Hard.”

“Oh shit,” I mutter to myself as a finger trails my inner thigh.

My legs almost buckle. Kane arches an eyebrow at me before lifting me up onto the island as he steps between my legs and slams his mouth onto mine. A deep moan escapes me as his lips caress me gently. I bite his lip hard. The kiss turns wild, passionate. My breathing becomes erratic, feeling like being burned alive. My tongue licks his bottom lip.

His hand snakes under my shirt and up to my tit. Sucking in a sharp breath as the tip of his finger touches my nipple, I press myself harder into his hand needing
something
. Anything.

He takes his mouth from mine and kisses his way down to my neck. Tilting my head back to give him better access, my eyes close at the sensation of his hot lips kissing my neck with gentle nips.

“Raise your arms up, sweetheart.”

Opening my eyes, I lift my arms above my head. He lifts the shirt and throws it across the room. He unsnaps my bra next and it hits the floor. The cold air makes goosebumps cover my chest and arms.

His heated gaze has me withering, waiting with need for his next move. His fingers hook around my panties. I start to lift my hips so he can pull them off, but he rips them from my body. My eyes widen. I’m completely bare to this man and it feels so much more than just being naked.

His hands rub my thighs and hips; his eyes connect with my hooded ones before he drops to his knees.
Oh my God, is he?
My question is answered when he grabs my hips and slams his mouth to my pussy.

All the air leaves my body once his warm tongue circles my clit. “Umm holy shit!” I yell out, as he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks.

“Oh my God!” My hand slams against the island trying to grip something. Giving up, I lie down on my back.

Kane’s hand grips my calf and throws it over his shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer to him. I intertwine my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. The strokes of his tongue goes from hard to soft, slow to fast.

He sucks my clit hard and sticks a finger in my pussy.
“Kane!”
I scream out his name as a powerful orgasm shoots through me. My whole entire body jerks at the power of it.

Kane lifts me up into his arms with my head lying on his chest. I lie still for a minute to control my breathing. It feels like my heart is trying to beat out of my chest.

“Kane?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can we do this again sometime?” I ask him with a laugh.

“Anytime.” I can hear the cockiness in his voice.

He steps back and looks at me. Blushing, I try to cover my body. He’s seen me naked plenty of times, but this feels different.

His hands stop mine. “No, don’t do that, baby. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Don’t hide yourself and especially not from me. Your body is amazing and don’t ever doubt that. If someone else thinks differently, fuck them. I’m the only person that’s going to see your body, and I’m the only one that needs to. Listen to my words. You’re. Mine. Yes, baby, we have been dating, but this is me claiming you from now until the future.”

If it’s humanly possible, I just fell further in love with him. Smiling at him, I try to control my emotions that want to come burrowing out. I don’t doubt what I feel for this man. He came out of nowhere and took root in my heart, and I never want him to let go. A moment doesn’t go by without me thinking of him.

“Sweetheart, go relax on the couch, and I’ll bring your dinner.” He places a kiss on my lips and sets me back on the ground.

He picks the tee off the ground and hands it to me. Smiling shyly, I take it from him and slip it over my head.

Taking my first step, I sway to the side slightly. My legs still aren’t cooperating correctly and I can hear Kane laughing at me. I hobble like an old person into the living room. Spotting the couch, I all but collapse onto it. My eyes droop, and I close my eyes for a moment.

Something nudges my shoulder. Cracking one tired eye open, I see Kane on sitting on the coffee table in front of me. His face is red like he’s trying to hold in his laughter.

“What are you laughing at?” I groan at him sleepily.

“Baby, I love walking into the living room seeing your ass up in the air,” he says between laughs.

Looking back to see what he is talking about, I notice the t-shirt had ridden up in my sleep and my white butt is showing. My head is laying on the couch, but my bottom half is up in the air with my knees in my belly. My girly bits are out and waving to the world. Sitting up quickly, I blush, reaching to cover myself.
How did I fall asleep like that?

“Here's your food, baby.” He hands me a steaming plate of steak and potatoes. My mouth waters at the smell. Taking my fork, I dig in. Today has taken a lot out of me. So much so that when the juices of the steak hit my taste buds, I can’t help but groan.

“Baby, groan like that again, and I won’t be able to restrain myself.”

Looking up, I see him staring at me darkly. Coughing, I give him an innocent smile before telling him, “Ummm, I’m sorry?”

“Shit, you’re not sorry.” He slightly chuckles and takes his plate from the coffee table. He sits down beside me and turns on the TV. Flipping through the channels, he settles on racing, which I absolutely hate.

Turning to face him, I give him my most pitiful look with my lip puckered out slightly.

He looks over at me for a second and looks away. I continue to look at him with puppy dog eyes. He looks over again and closes his eyes. “Sydney,” he groans.

“Yes?” I ask innocently, making sure my dimple pops out.

“Fine!” He hands over the controller, and I turn it on to Steve Wilko. Best show ever. Nothing better than watching Steve throw chairs.

I give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

“At least it isn't some girly shit like Kim Fashion or something like that,” he mutters to himself.

I can’t stop the laughter from that one. “Kim who?”

“Kim Fashion or some shit,” he tells me between bites and looks at me like I’ve lost it.

“That’s the best one I have heard yet,” I say between laughs.

“Baby, you’ve lost me.” He’s looking at me with an arched eyebrow.

Smacking his chest, I say, “It’s Kim
Kardashian
.”

“How was I supposed to know that?” he asks with a chuckle.

After we finish our food, Kane and I cuddle up on the couch. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and tucks me in.

Craning my head back to look up at him, I say, “Kane?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I’m glad I’m here with you.” He smiles at me sweetly.

“I’m glad you’re here too, sweetheart. No other place I would want you to be. Let’s go to bed.”

Rolling off the couch, I stand and wait for Kane to show me the way. His house is huge and absolutely gorgeous. His arms slide under my legs as he sweeps me off my feet bridal style.

“What’re you doing?”

“Carrying you.”

“I know that,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.

As we go up the huge steps, I get a good look upstairs. The entire second floor is nothing but rooms.
Wow, so many.
It's decorated really well.
Too well for a man to do it.

“Who decorated your house?”

“Some chick I hired after I bought the house.”

“Ahh, okay.”
That makes sense.

He carries me into the bedroom. There is a fireplace in front of the bed across the room. The bed is in the middle of the floor. He sets me on the bed, and I bounce slightly. He stares down at me before stripping off his shirt. My hands itch to touch his abs and the tattoos covering his chest.

“Raise your arms, baby.”

I let out a deep breath and lift my hands above my head. He tugs on the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over my head. My hair tie gets caught in the shirt and hair flies down around my face. I’m completely naked. I keep my hands on the bed beside my hips, not daring to cover myself. Letting him know I trust him.

He lifts me back into his arms. Gripping his neck, I hold on. He climbs onto the bed and moves to the center of it. He lays me down gently, grabs the blanket lying at our feet, and covers me up. My head goes to his chest with one leg going over one of his.

Closing my eyes, I fall asleep to the sound of Kane’s steady breathing.

~*~

Groaning wakes me up from my sleep and it’s not the good kind. It’s a moan full of pain. Sitting up quickly, I see that Kane is thrashing in his sleep, obviously having a nightmare. My brother has them, and I’ve been woken up many times from hearing him cry out in his sleep.

“Kane,” I whisper and nudge his shoulder. I know better than to stay too close to him and back out of swinging distance. When he doesn’t wake up, I shake him harder. His eyes snap open then he raises up and looks around quickly searching for an intruder.

When he finally looks at me I ask him, “Are you okay?”

He only nods his head with a blank look on his face. Crawling toward him, I touch his arm. “I’m right here.”

His eyes are haunted. This dream made him relive some horrific things. His arms reach for me, and I oblige by crawling into his lap and hugging him to me. He hugs me back tightly, his breathing erratic, trying to control his emotions.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I hold him tighter as he shakes his head no. I feel helpless, wanting more than anything to take his pain away. This is the first time he has ever done this in the many times we have spent the night together.

“You okay?” I ask him again.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, just a bad dream.” He presses a kiss to my forehead.

He gently sets me off his lap and lays me back onto the bed. With me on my side and him behind me, he tucks me close to his body, his powerful arm around my midriff. Closing my eyes, I fall into a restless sleep.

One Week Later

As I slip on my shoes, I look into the mirror. My brown hair is in wavy curls, my eyes are lined with eyeliner and a couple coats of mascara. I smooth the white dress that hugs my hips and smile at my reflection. Kane is taking me to a fancy restaurant.

“Babe, you ready?” Kane calls from downstairs.

“Yeah, I’ll be right down!” Grabbing my gloss off the counter, I stuff it in my bra. I am
not
taking a clutch just for lip-gloss. Seeing the stairs that could mean my impending death due to the heels on my feet, I feel like scooting on my ass like a kid so I don’t break anything. Gripping the rail, I make my way down the stairs.

Kane is standing by the door. He looks up as I walk down. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open. Blushing at his reaction, I duck my head.

Kane walks to the bottom of the steps and takes my hand as he tells me, “Sydney, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” I blush and pretend to smooth my dress when what I’m really doing is drying my clammy hands from the nervous sweat accumulating on my palms.

“Turn around I want to see the back.”

Grinning wickedly, I turn. The back is low cut and rests just above my butt. He trails a finger down my back as a shiver wracks my body.

“Yeah we are not fucking going anywhere.”

Turning around I look at him in shock. “What?”

He pitches the bridge of his nose frustrated. “Baby, do you even see yourself? You’re fucking hot. Every fucker who sees you will be staring at you with his tongue hanging out like a dog in heat. Do you want me to commit murder tonight? Nobody ogles my woman but me.” His hands wander to my butt and squeeze hard.

“Why don’t you just pee on me and get it over with?” I roll my eyes at him.

“My come on you isn’t enough?” He gives me a smirk.

Well. Shit. He’s got me there.
“You have a point.” I laugh at him. “Come on let’s go, Kane. You know I’m one-hundred-percent yours. I don’t want anyone else.” Giving him my sweetest smile, his face softens.
That is how it’s done, folks. I can hear the sound of a whip now.

“Fine, but I’m not happy about it.” He takes my hand and we walk to the door together. “Do you have everything?”

“Yep.” I whip my lip-gloss out of my bra to show him. His eyes widen for a second before he chuckles.

“You put shit in your bra?”

“Uh. Yeah? Why not? They are there for more than licking and nipple twisting.” I grab ahold of my boobs and give them a jiggle.

“The shit you say, Syd, blows my mind.” He laughs and opens the door.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I wave my hand around.

Walking out to the truck, I get a bad case of the ankle breakers. I look like a newborn horse. No heels for me tonight. Kane sweeps me off my feet and carries me the rest of the way.

“Those things are death traps.”

Looking up at him, I say, “Tell me about it.” After settling into the front seat, I smile at him.

“Uhh, Kane.”

“Yeah?”

“Can you go grab my flats?” I tell him sweetly. He rolls his eyes and walks back into the house.
What did I say? Whipped
.

~*~

Pulling up in front of the restaurant twenty minutes later, Kane, always the gentleman, walks over and opens the door for me. Another car pulls up beside us. Kane takes my hand and helps me out of the truck. Smiling appreciatively, I situate my dress that rode up in the back slightly.

Walking hand in hand, we stride toward the restaurant. When he lets go of my hand and wraps an arm around me tightly, he holds me in a way that feels like he’s shielding me from something. Looking at him confused, he doesn’t acknowledge me. He’s staring straight ahead. You would think nothing is wrong if it wasn’t for the pissed off expression on his face.