that you’re in love with my sister?” Kyle asks. My head snaps in his direction, shocked at his question. “What? You didn’t think I knew?” He scowls at me.
Oh fuck. “Let me explain,” I interrupt. He shakes his head.
“You guys have been gone for each other since the day you met. I’ve always known you’d end up together. I never brought it up because I knew you’d just deny it. You couldn’t even admit to yourself how you felt about her.”
“You’re not upset about this?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Of course, I’m not upset about it. I was just fucking with you. I can’t think of anyone who’d take better care of her than you. That being said, I still think you deserve this.” He nails me in the jaw with a right cross and I take it, knowing I deserve it – and more.
I shake it off and smile at Kyle. “You’re lucky I feel like I deserve that. Bullet in your head or not, we both know I’d kick your gimp ass.” He laughs and holds his hand out for me to shake. We clasp hands and end in a hug.
“I promise I’ll be good to her.”
“You’re damn right you will be or I’ll cut off your balls.” Kyle smiles. “You’re going to have your hands full with her, dude.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Kenna is discharged from the hospital after a week of being there. I want to bring her back to my house, but she won’t hear of it. I’m not leaving the parking lot until we resolve this.
“Are you a nurse?” she asks me, her eyebrow raised.
My eyes narrow. “What kind of question is that? You know I’m not.”
“Exactly. Who better to take care of me, than a nurse? You know what? I just happen to know one” she gloats.
“Fine, I’ll take you home, but you’re going to be seeing a lot of me.”
“I can live with that.” She smiles at me. I take her hand, raise it to my lips and kiss the back of it, before resting it on my leg.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask her.
“What? Go to my place?” she asks. I know she’s being purposely obtuse. I smile; life with her will never be boring.
“No, I’m talking about us. Are you sure you want to be my girlfriend?” I shake my head. “Calling you my girlfriend seems like an inadequate label for what I feel for you. I prefer amor de mi vida.”
“I love hearing you call me that.”
“Good, you’re going to be hearing it every day for the rest of your life.”
Two weeks later
“Derek, do you have something to do with this?” Kenna asks, gesturing to the small, wrapped box on her coffee table.
I sit down next to her and smirk. “I might know something about that. I think you should open it and see what it is.”
She looks at me, a small smile playing on her dark-pink lips. She picks it up and shakes it next to her ear. It makes a rattling sound. She raises her eyebrow, before shaking it again.
“Just open the damn thing,” I tell her. I’m curious to see what she thinks of the gift I chose for her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little apprehensive about it.
She carefully rips the seam where the paper is taped. I don’t know why she’s taking so much goddamn time. “Open it and put me out of my misery.” I laugh.
She sticks her tongue out at me and takes even more time – that’s my girl. When the paper is finally undone, she drops it on the coffee table. She studies the plain white box as if it’s the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen and I know she’s fucking with me. I lean over, growling against her neck and teasingly nip her skin with my teeth. She giggles and squirms as my lips slide up the delicate skin of her neck and nibble on the bottom of her ear.
“You better open that now or I’ll make you wait. I’ve got a great idea of how I can keep you occupied for hours.” She bites on her full bottom lip and it’s all I can do to prevent myself from pushing her down on the couch and having my way with her. I haven’t been inside her pussy since before she was shot and I want to make sure she has plenty of recovery time before we do. It’s not an easy