Kace (Shattered Souls MC #3) - Heather Dahlgren Page 0,40

asshole. I get what you are saying and I’m not saying you’re lying to me, I was just asking,” she says.

My cell phone rings, and I grab it off the floor. It’s Zane so I apologize as I answer. “We’re coming to say goodbye because Brooks wants us back now. He’s got a lead and we need to hurry up.”

“Fuck, alright.” We hang up and I look at Ivy. “They are coming to say goodbye because we are needed back in Vegas.”

She gets out of bed, keeping the sheet wrapped around her as she goes into her closet. I sigh as I get up and grab my clothes off the floor. I’m fully dressed before she comes out of the closet. She’s got on a pair of jeans and a white sleeveless shirt. She looks just as sexy as she did naked.

“I need to go get a new phone today,” she says, walking past me and out the bedroom.

My brow dip in confusion as I follow her out. “Okay good,” I say.

She opens the fridge and after looking for a few minutes closes it. I lean on the counter crossing my arms as I wait to see what her sudden change in mood is for.

“So, I guess I’ll see you whenever I get back to Vegas,” she says, turning her back on me.

These fucking mood swings are gonna be the death of me.

Chapter 8

Ivy

I know I’m being a bitch, but I can’t help it. He told me he wants to give us a try. He said he wants me to move in with him. We had sex. Now he’s leaving and I selfishly don’t want him to. I want him to stay and keep saying things that make my heart pound. I want to have sex with him over and over until I am no longer shy in front of this Adonis of a man. But as always, the club calls and they all have to run. I know being with him it’s something I’m going to have to learn to accept, but right now I’m pissed it’s coming before me.

“Ivy,” he whispers as he wraps his large, muscular arms around me from behind. “Come back with me. I don’t want to leave you. I want you with me.” He runs his nose up along my neck and kisses me softly below my ear.

“I can’t Kace. I need to get a lot in order here before I leave. Just go, I’ll be fine,” I say, keeping my focus on the cabinets in front of me.

He spins me around and his dark eyes narrow when he looks at me. “The reason I need to go back is to take care of things to ensure the safety of a lot of people, but most importantly you and the baby. Don’t try to make me feel guilty about needing to protect everyone. I know you have a lot to handle here, but I have a lot to handle in Vegas. My obligations can’t wait, yours can.”

I jerk back a bit at his words. They are hurtful, even if that’s not how he intended them. I pull out of his hold and cross my arms as my eyes narrow. “My obligations are important to me. I know the club comes first, but right now I’m upset because we were finally talking.”

He blows out a breath and runs his hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I know your obligations are important.” He takes a step closer to me and rests his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb gently across my lips. “We were finally talking, and it was really great. Just because I need to leave doesn’t change anything we talked about. I still want this to work out, I still want you to move in with me, I still want you. That’s why I asked you to come, but I understand you need to take care of things here.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my lips and my eyes flutter closed. Once our tongues intertwin, he pulls me against him and deeps the kiss. It’s rough, demanding, and hard - just like him.

He breaks the kiss too soon and I let out a protesting groan. He chuckles and kisses my swollen lips. “How long until I get you in my arms again?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I need to figure out this apartment, that’s the biggest thing. Then I need to pack, get a