As mouths went, Miki’s was a sublime experience, full and kissable with a hint of a wicked smile ghosting its corners. Kane took his time exploring every millimeter of it until Miki was left gasping. Clinging to Kane’s shoulders, he panted heavily, straining to get some air into his lungs. Taking advantage of his lover’s distraction, Kane slid his hand down from Miki’s hair to tuck his fingers into the loose waistband of his jeans.
The skin there was soft under Kane’s fingertips, and he raked at the delicate span of flesh with his fingernails, making Miki hot enough to grind his hips against Kane’s waist.
“Shouldn’t be doing this,” Miki gasped when Kane’s fingers slid down further and teased at the top of the cleft parting his ass cheeks. “Edie….”
A crisp, feminine voice finished Miki’s sentence for him. “Edie is standing at the front door wondering if she shouldn’t get a hotel room. Hello, boys. Good to see you… fully recovered from your traumas.”
The tall woman was a sharp arrangement of angles and planes. Dressed in a dark red power suit, she removed a matching pillbox hat from atop her short black bob and perched it on the handle of her rolling suitcase. Slender nearly to the point of being too thin, she looked down her long nose at Kane and arched one eyebrow at the couple.
“It’s good to see you are back on your feet, Miki.” The eyebrow remained in place, and Kane felt a flush start to creep up his neck. “Well, feet being a relative term.”
“Shit.” Kane carefully lowered Miki to the floor, waiting for the man to have his legs in place under him before letting go. “Um….”
“Why don’t you wash your hands first before I shake hello?” Edie crossed the room, her heels clicking on the polished floor. “You appear to have… an oily substance of some kind on them.”
“Grease from the hinges,” Kane admitted. “Very innocent. I promise.”
“Hey, Edie.” The hug Miki gave the brittle-faced woman thawed her to putty, and her smile was enough to brighten the room. “I’m glad you could come up to visit.”
“I’m glad you finally let me. Now, let me look at you,” she said, leaning back only far enough to study his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? No more bullet wounds?”
“I didn’t have any to begin with,” Miki snorted. “My knee gave out. The guy kicked me right in the broken spot.”
“He fainted,” Kane interjected. “Well, passed out from the pain, really. Not a single extra hole in him to be found.”
“Okay, so long as you’re fine.” She sniffed and let Miki tighten his grip on her before lightly pushing him away. “Squeeze me too hard, and I’ll make a mess on your lovely floor.” After kissing his cheek, Edie looked around the warehouse. “This certainly looks much better than the webcam chats I’ve had with you. Is the bathroom in the same place? I need to freshen up. The flight wasn’t long, but the person sitting next to me… well, he was a nervous flyer. Very nervous.”
“Uh, yeah,” Miki mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Through that door over there. It’s the room with the funny seat.”
Kane waited for the woman to disappear into the depths of the warehouse’s hallway before wrapping his arms around Miki’s waist from behind. Resting his chin on the man’s shoulder, he nibbled on Miki’s earlobe and whispered. “You webcammed with her in the bathroom?”
“I had to go pee, and I took the tablet with me.” Miki went hot over his cheeks. “I didn’t even think about it. Shit, she’s seen everything already. She toured with us.”
“I don’t think I’m too happy knowing a woman’s seen all your goods there, babe,” Kane teased in his deep, whiskey-laden lilt. “I might have to inspect you for damage.”
Miki eyed Kane suspiciously. “Put your hands on me and we’re going to forget about Edie again. I don’t think I need her to see that much of me.”
“Hmmm, probably not the impression I want to give,” Kane agreed.
“I think she’s already got that impression,” Miki scoffed. Fending Kane off with one hand, he dug into his pocket. “Hold up. I got something for you.”
“You made the driving instructor do a pit stop?”
“No, I asked the taxi driver to.” Miki drew out a pair of keys strung on an iCat pull-apart. “Here, I want you to take these.”
“Mick love, I’ve already got a key to your place,” Kane reminded his lover gently. “Shit, I practically live here.”
“These aren’t for the house,” Miki said. “They’re for the GTO. I want you to drive it. You know, because I… can’t.”
“Babe, Damien—”
“D wanted me to have the car to drive,” Miki cut Kane off. “The way I’m going, it’ll be years before they let me have a license, and… I want my life to go on. I need my life to go on. And I want it to go on with you in it. So for me, will you drive it around? Maybe with me in it once in a while?”
“Yeah, I will,” Kane murmured, closing his hand over Miki’s fingers and the keys. “Love you, Mick. You know that, right?”