Scars of Yesterday (Sons of Templar MC #8) - Anne Malcom Page 0,118
That I’d been fucking selfish in my bid to protect my heart.
I’d left his out in the cold.
I stepped forward, clutching his neck. “No, you listen to me Kace...” I trailed off. “Oh, my God. I don’t even know your last name. We’ve been getting all heartfelt and intense, fucked in every way people can fuck and you eat breakfast with my kids. You need to tell me your last name.”
Kace chuckled, not at all horrified or offended about this. “Renyolds, babe. Not a big deal.”
I scowled. “It is a big deal. If we are really doing this, if I’m really your Old Lady—”
“You are,” he interrupted.
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, whatever. I need to know things like your last name. And if you’re Rain Man of the stock market. And I need you to believe that I think you’re amazing”
Kace’s eyes were soft. Liquid gold. “Okay, Lizzie.”
“I’m serious,” I snapped. “Let me show you you’re amazing.”
My hands moved from his neck, down his torso, cupping him on the outside of his jeans.
“Oh, you can totally fucking show me in any way you’d like,” Kace rasped.
So I did.
Then he showed me he thought I was pretty amazing too.
“What did you and Amy fight about?” Kace asked me again later.
I was halfway asleep, the alcohol and orgasms helping me drift off within seconds of Kace finishing and cleaning me up. Not something he did normally, it felt too intimate and weird. I’d preferred the separation that came from going to the bathroom, closing the door and taking care of myself after sex.
It took the intimacy out of it. Which was the most important thing with Kace.
The champagne and orgasms made me forget about that. And they’d also made the idea of getting up and walking to the bathroom far too tiring.
Kace had immediately brought me into his arms when he finished. I’d tried to fight the cuddling. Again, too intimate. It worked at the start. Kace was still being careful around me. Still figuring out just how fucked up I was. How breakable.
But then I got lax. Or maybe Kace had finally figured me out. Whatever the reason, he took charge. Gave me not much of a chance for escape. Sure, he would’ve let me go if I’d asked, but tonight I wasn’t strong enough to ask.
And no matter what I tried to tell myself, I liked being held by him. Even if I had moments of pure panic and guilt. Moments I’d tense up, roll out of bed and cry in the bathroom for ten minutes.
“She invaded my privacy,” I murmured. “Made decisions for me that weren’t hers to make.” I hadn’t planned on telling him the specifics of the fight. Or even anything vague. But I was feeling sleepy, warm, safe.
Kace squeezed me a little harder. “So, I’m new here and definitely don’t pretend to be any kind of expert on female friendships, but from what I can see, all the Old Ladies seem to be solid. Fucking insane of course. But willing to cut off a limb for their friends. Who they consider their family.”
I pursed my lips because I couldn’t argue with him. Even though I wanted to.
“I also know Amy. Who, if you get on the wrong side of, is scarier than Bull and Gage combined. But, if you get into her heart, she’ll do anything for you. You’re in everyone’s hearts, babe. Not knowing the specifics, I can’t say much for sure, but I will bet whatever she did, she did out of love. She did it because she thought she was doing something right for you, good for you.”
“Why is it that you’re younger yet so fucking wise?” I snapped, pissed that he was being so reasonable, making so much sense. I was also pissed that we were laying here after sex, talking about something like this. It was a different kind of intimacy, a more dangerous kind.
“I’m still mad,” I grumbled when Amy opened the door.
She grinned. “I’d be disappointed if you weren’t.”
The door closed behind me, and I went straight for the living room. The house was decorated in an impeccable, impossibly expensive way, but also in a way that didn’t make you scared to sit on her sofa.
“Do you want wine?” she offered.
“It’s eleven in the morning,” I pointed out.
“I’ll put some orange juice in it.”
I really wanted to grin, but I had a hangover to nurse, so instead I just nodded with pursed lips. She smiled and disappeared.