Bless The Beauty - By Stacey Kennedy Page 0,18

lived sheltered existences. The thought of sharing each other never did sit well. I’d seen that many times.

Chase loved me. There was no denying that. He wanted me bad enough that it didn’t matter that I had Kellen too. I was getting the best of both worlds and I got to keep them both—every girl’s dream come true.

Just as I released Chase’s mouth, Kellen cleared his throat loudly. “Sorry to interrupt the happy reunion here, but…” he gestured to the two-way mirror, “they sound as if they are wrapping things up in there. And if you don’t want me to mind warp anyone Hadley, you best move along.”

Chase looked at Kellen and laughed a sound of disbelief. “It doesn’t bother you to see me kiss her like that?”

Kellen reached out his hand and pulled Chase to his feet once he took it as I squirmed off him.

“Watching her get enjoyment does nothing but please me.” Then, he reached back down and assisted me to my feet.

Chase glanced between Kellen and me quickly. “Best just get this over with.” When I gave him an odd look, he continued and nodded toward Kellen. “Kiss him.”

I looked at Kellen, feeling very confused and he gave me an equally curious look.

My gaze fell back to Chase for clarification. “Why do you want us to do that?”

Chase gave a feeble shrug. “When he showed up out of the blue and kissed you before, I was too shocked and angry to really see it. I’m not going to lie. This is not going to be easy for me. You all might be used to sharing, but I’m definitely not. So instead of mulling this over in my head, let’s just get it over with.”

Kellen grinned with a sultry suggestion. “Don’t need to ask me twice.” Then, with lightning fast speed, he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me toward him.

I silently cursed Kellen. He wasn’t being kind and guided me into a kiss that made my knees weak. I was instantly lost, and soon, found myself moving my body against his and demanding more.

Kellen sharply drew away and I stumbled slightly as I gasped. “And that’s how it’s done.” He chuckled deeply.

When I had enough in me to meet Chase’s gaze, I was surprised to see he wasn’t angry. He stayed quiet a moment, then finally said, “I see what you mean about it pleasing you to see her enjoyment.”

My brows rose in total shock. “You liked watching that?”

Chase stepped forward, took my chin in his grip and tilted my head up. “I liked watching you.”

Kellen let out a loud sharp bark of laughter. “Chase…” he gave him a hard slap on the back, “me and you, brother, are going to get along just fine.” Then, he looked at the men still at our feet. “Wake up.”

In an instant, Chase lowered his hand from my chin and glanced at Mike and Nick, who jumped to their feet, completely unaware of what had just taken place. He burst out laughing then quickly disguised it as a cough.

Mike gave him an aggravated look. “Find something funny about two women still missing and likely dead?”

Chase coughed once more. “No, of course not.”

To save Chase from any more of Mike’s death looks, I stepped up closer to the two-way mirror.

Two police officers sat at a steel table as they continued with random questions of Chad McKinney. He was your typical bring-home-to-your-parents type of guy. Handsome, well-dressed and, as I could hear, soft spoken. “Have you got anything here?”

“The kid is off his rocker,” Mike replied.

I glanced over my shoulder and looked at him. “Aren’t they all?”

He shook his head. “No, this is different. It’s far past just your normal fucked up serial killer—he is not right…” he tapped his finger on his temple a few times, “in here.”

Kellen laughed.

I shot a glare his way. No one needed to hear his opinion on what he thought of mortals or how ridiculous he thought this whole situation was. I focused back on Mike.

“You think he has been institutionalized?”

Mike glared at Kellen for his rude display, then when he looked back at me, his expression softened. “I’d suspect it’s a place to start. If we can grab some history on him, it might help us understand his mind. Without it, we’re going to get nowhere. There is no flaw to the cops’ technique here, they are not the problem, it’s the kid is insane. If they weren’t sure it was him, I’d