My voice is softer than a whisper. "But why, Kai? That's not normal."
He hugs me tighter. "Nothing about what we feel is normal, but that doesn't make it wrong."
Gunner takes my keys out of my bag. Oh fuck, Gunner's here. He fucking left work for this!
Kai chuckles in my ear as I hide my face in his neck. "He's not happy," he taunts.
I groan. "Not helping."
Setting me on my feet, he grabs a towel from out of my small bathroom. Gunner paces back and forth in front of my bed, clearly too pissed to talk to me.
Kai takes off my jacket, but I slap his hand when he tries to take off my dress. "I'll change in the bathroom."
"Fuck that, Pres, I caught you. Don't I deserve a reward." He teases.
Everything in me wants to scream yes, but when I look down at his arms my answer changes. Dark red gashes of my own creation trail up his forearm in three nasty lines.
It was him.
His erection.
His hand on my bare skin.
I hate this control he has over me. He's metal, and I'm a discarded magnet that has no hope of getting away. My soul and body knew that it was him behind me even if I was too shocked to realize it.
But I'm aware of it now, and I've got two years worth of self loathing that's tired of pining for my step brothers.
It's a dead end road, full of sleepless nights and mornings filled with exhaustion and disappointment. Nothing will ever happen even if I'd give my left arm for just one taste of the Donovan brothers.
Kai sends me a smirk that on a regular night would make me melt. Too much has happened today for me to feel anything romantic.
I lose it, and I punch him in the face so hard that he stumbles back, and falls on my bed. "Fuck you! Fuck both of you! You need to leave! NOW!!"
My scalding fury has reached its boiling point, Gunner snaps out of his trance and backs me up against the wall. He's so fast that I'm surprised I don't get whiplash.
The only thing that stops me from hitting my head against the wood is his hand at the back of my nape.
Peering up through raised lashes, he towers over me like a Greek god sent down from Olympus. His blue eyes shine with enough rage that it makes me shiver.
A dull throb starts in my clit as my pulse begins to race.Drawing closer to him, I fight the impulse to lift up on my toes and kiss him on the lips.
Gunner's jaw tenses before he finally speaks. "We're staying here because we can't trust you not to fucking go in dark corners by yourself, Presley. There are predators out there that you know nothing about! Now get undressed."
"No. Fuck you, Gunner. You don't get to tell me what to do anymore." I shout back.
Pressing his body against mine, he leans down, and rubs his erection against my belly. "Do you want me to put my mask back on? Or are you going to stop your shit, so that we can get more relaxed?"
"Are you going to stop your shit?" I fight back.
Kai laughs from his side of my tiny bedroom. He seems unbothered by the bruise that's beginning to form on his jawline. "You should have thought about that before you went on a date with another man."
Brushing past Gunner, I walk straight for Kai. I'm going to murder his ass. "Another man, as in singular. Why can't I have fun when you get to fuck everything with a vagina?"
Well, that shut him up, and double points goes to me because he does have the forthright to look sheepish. My heart aches at the thought of not being around them all the time, but separation is the only way I'll eventually find my peace.
Sighing, I rub my temples with my index fingers. I'm getting a headache, and all I want is for them to leave so I can decompress. They won't leave though, and I'm done trying to make them.
I ignore them, and walk to my dresser to grab my pjs. I'm two days past giving a fuck, so I take my dress off in front of them. I'm not so far gone that I take my underwear off, I don't blush until after the fact. Damn my foul temper.
