Grandma’s eyes send this weird wave of energy to Kayden, and she places her hands on her hips. “Who are you?”
He distributes his top-of-the-line smile her way and his long eyelashes blink once before those sexy eyes reappear. “I’m Richard.”
“No you’re not.”
I feel every hair on my body stand up straight at Grandma’s simple comment. “Yes he is.”
Her sassy attitude almost sends me away to my room in despair. “Julie Anne Stone, do you really want to stand in front of me right now and lie straight to my face?” My gaze falls to the ground and I feel her stern look staring me down. “Don’t make me ask again,” she warns.
“His name is Kayden,” I mutter, watching Tim eat our leftover pancakes.
“And how do we know Mr. Kayden?” Grandma uses her scolding voice and now I feel like I’ve been caught in a terrible act.
“He’s an actor from my agency.”
A short laugh is heard first, followed by a landslide of laughter that gives my grandma the hiccups. “You hired an actor to be your boyfriend?!” More hysterical laughter is heard as she bends over in a fit, as though I am the funniest clown in the room. Seriously though, it’s not that funny. “Oh my…Just when I think this family cannot become anymore dysfunctional.”
“How did you know it wasn’t Richard?” I ask.
“You texted me some weird picture of some nerd guy wearing a headset that said ‘I love my Richard.’”
Ohh, so Stacey really didn’t get my picture of Richard the other night. I owe her an apology.
Grandma walks over to me and kisses the top of my head, leaving me confused and afraid until she says, “I’ll keep your little white lie a secret, Granddaughter.” Her eyes travel to Kayden and there’s a soft grin on her face. “If you hurt her, I will cut off your penis.”
With that, she takes Tim’s hand and walks off, leaving me to witness the terrified expression her final comment has left on Kayden’s face.
Heck, if I were him, I’d be scared shitless, too. I’m kind of surprised Danny is still alive after what he did. Kayden doesn’t blink, and I chuckle at his fear. “We should get to bed for a few hours. Today’s going to be a long…long day.”
Before we can leave, Tim rushes back into the room, grabs the bottle of syrup, smirks, and tips his invisible hat again before disappearing.
Mother-flipping gross.
“Sunshine, wake up.” Kayden’s lying next to me, and I can feel his body heat radiating against mine. When my eyes open, his greens smile and I can’t help but want to kiss him. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, indeed.” I wiggle out of the comforter and sit up on the mattress.
“Ah, you’re a much happier morning person now.” His hair is dripping wet and he smells like coconut shampoo. Dang, if I would have woken up a few minutes earlier, I could have ‘accidently’ walked in on him in the shower.
Well, there’s always tomorrow for the accidental walk-in.
“You see that window? And the sunlight shining on the snow? That’s why I’m happier. Because it’s actually morning, loser.”
“Oh…” He edges me closer to him and wraps me up in his arms like I’m his to protect. “You’re much more of a loser than I am.”
“Kiss my ass, jerkface.”
“Fuck off, freaky-ass freak.” He hisses as I lean against his chest. I love the way he smells...I love the way he feels. Mostly though, I love how he tells me to fuck off and calls me a freaky-ass freak.
“Bite me, asshole,” I bellow, playfully slapping his cheek with the palm of my hand.
He lays me down on the bed, and his body hovers over mine. His hands are pinning me down, and I never want to get up. “I would, but you would like it too much.”
I would. “I wouldn’t!”
“Is that a challenge?”
I nod once and stretch my neck out. His fingers run up and down my neckline before his teeth lightly begin to nibble on my neck. Oh, fuck my life…That feels good. I feel new levels of excitement, his gentle caressing fingertips give me goose bumps; and Kayden knows he was right that I would like it. He’s slow at first, sucking gently in one spot before his teeth run across my skin. A moan escapes my parted lips the moment his tongue leaves his mouth and explores my collarbone. His kisses get deeper, and a growl emanates from his throat letting me know that he loves biting me as much as I love being bitten. His hands fall to the hem of my t-shirt, and when his fingers make contact with my stomach, my back arches toward him, silently begging for more of his soft caresses, more of his bites.
OhMyGod. I’m lusting so hard right now.