She rested her cheek on my chest, her palm flat on my abdomen. “You scare me, Killian.”
“I know.” She feared who I’d been, the overprotectiveness, what was happening with my father. She’d been hurt and feared that happening again. “Will you come to brunch with me, not because you have to, but because you want to.”
She looked up at me. “Yes.”
I tilted to kiss her. My body sagged. I hadn’t realized I was tense asking her, but I was.
“Is it at Logan and Emily’s?” she asked.
“No. We get together at Crisis and Ream’s adoptive parents on the last Sunday of every month. We used to go to Georgie and Deck’s, but he’s been busy with work.”
“Georgie and Deck?”
I absently stroked up and down on her arm. “Mmm. We met Georgie and Deck when we were first starting out. She worked at a coffee shop Logan, Ream, Crisis and me used to hang out at. Now she owns two coffee shops.” Her palm slid over my abdomen then lower, and my cock swelled.
“And Deck?” she asked.
I clenched my jaw as the tips of her fingers drifted lower still. “Ex-special forces. He has a company that deals with the scum of the Earth. Not so legal, but he’s a good guy and would do anything for his friends. Fuck, he has. And his men.”
“So, who will be there?”
“The guys in the band with their women.”
She touched the ridge of my cock, and I sucked in air. “Fuck, baby.”
She wrapped one finger at a time around the base of it. “Savvy, I’d like nothing more than to fuck you again, but we should go.” I was never late and recently I’d been off schedule and doing things I never did, like right now, lying in bed after sex.
She trailed kisses down my chest, her grip tightening on my cock and I groaned, hardening.
She reached my abdomen, and her tongue swirled, wetting the surface of my skin while her hand slid up my cock and back down again. My hand went to the top of her head as she shifted over my thigh and lay between my legs.
Her thumb grazed the piercing, and I hissed, bunching her hair in my fist. “Jesus.”
Her head lifted, mouth a breath away from the tip of my cock. “Killian?”
“Yeah,” I managed to grind out, my body tense and on edge waiting for her lips to wrap around me.
“I never forgot you either.”
Fuck.
My breath locked in my chest as her mouth enclosed around my cock.
“Oh, my God, sweetness, you must be Kite’s girl, Savvy. I’m Sophia Wesson.”
A well-put together woman rushed toward me wearing white pants and a light pink blouse with a brilliant smile and warm, welcoming eyes.
She put her hands on my shoulders then kissed both cheeks before pulling me in for a hug. She ran her hand over my hair. “Look at this gorgeous hair and face. So beautiful. And you’re a dancer.”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well, it’s so lovely to meet you. I’m glad you could join us. Kite has never brought anyone over before.” She turned to Kite and kissed both his cheeks. “You’re late. I didn’t think that was possible, but now I see why.”
My cheeks heated, and Killian squeezed my hand reassuringly.
“Vincent told me you knew Logan and Kite in high school. That’s wonderful.”
I wasn’t sure who Vincent was until Kite squeezed my hand and said, “Crisis. Vincent is his real name, and his mom refuses to call him by anything else.”
“I don’t know why he doesn’t use his real name.” She ushered us through the house. “Everyone is already here and breakfast is nearly ready. Have you met the crew?”
“I haven’t met Kat.”
“Kite, the others are out back, I’ll show Savvy around first.”
God, Crisis and Ream’s mother was so nice and funny. It kind of clashed with how she looked, very classy and straight laced.
“You good?” Killian asked.
I nodded.
He released my hand, and I watched him as he strolled away. God, it was hard to believe an hour ago I had him between my legs.
Killian Kane had fucked me. It had been… life changing. Just like his kiss eleven years ago.
I didn’t know what to do with that yet. There was so much I didn’t know about him and what worried me was if he’d ever share more than what was on the surface. I couldn’t be with someone again who kept things from me. David had kept lots—women.
Killian did say he’d take me to his place, and I was also here, with his friends. And it wasn’t because he paid me to be.
“Kat painted this,” Sophia said as she showed me a painting above the mantel in the living room. It was a white horse galloping through the waves on a beach.
“It’s beautiful.”
“She has a rare talent and—”
“Mom, stop bragging about me,” a young woman said as she sauntered into the living room with Haven. They each carried trays with glasses and a jug of orange juice and another with water and cucumber slices. “Hi. I’m Kat. Ream’s other half.”
“Savvy.”
Haven smiled warmly, and we all walked through the house to the patio. The women set the trays down on a large iron table while Sophia talked about the guys practicing in the garage when they started out and how bad Crisis was singing.
“Do you know Vincent insisted on Easter egg hunts up until he was seventeen?” Sophia said as Emily came out of the house with a bowl of scrambled eggs. “Savvy, he was incorrigible. Ream wasn’t into an Easter egg hunt around the backyard at seventeen, so Vincent told him we gave a hundred dollars to whoever collected the most eggs. A lie, of course. They raced around the backyard like bulls ramming one another in order to get to the eggs.” She shook her head smiling as she looped her arm around Haven’s waist and squeezed. “Then Killian and Logan showed up, and the four of them wrestled one another for the chocolate eggs.”
I smiled. Killian racing around the backyard for eggs was hard to imagine. I’d never seen him laugh at school let alone race around looking for hidden chocolates.