I watched as he leaned in and pulled Tabby’s door to. Then he came to me, rounding and shifting me so he was in front of me and I had my back to the back hall. His arms slid around me and he started walking forward thus I had no choice but to walk backward.
This seemed a theme in our relationship, Kane “Tack” Allen backing me into something.
I lifted my hands to place them on his chest and said quietly, “I’m going to get a cup of coffee.”
“Later,” he muttered, still moving.
Not a good choice of word.
I went silent.
Tack switched directions at his door, backed me in, stopped us to close the door with his foot, it latched then he started moving us again. Another switch in directions and I was down on his bed with Tack on top of me and my hands on his chest captive between us.
I stared in his eyes as they moved over my face and I steeled myself against how nice it felt when his hand framed one side and his thumb came out to sweep across the apple of my cheek.
“Quiet again this mornin’,” he muttered after he studied me for a while.
“Mm hmm,” I agreed but shared no further.
His eyes caught mine.
“She’s sleepin’,” he told me something I knew. “This mornin’, she and me’ll talk. I’ll see where her head is at, why she keeps doin’ fucked up shit and then we’ll see if we can get her over this crap.”
“That’d be good,” I replied.
“Right now, I wanna know where your head is at.”
“My head is thinking of coffee,” I lied.
“Bullshit,” he called me on it, speaking gently.
I pulled in breath.
“Talk to me, babe,” Tack urged.
“You back me up a lot,” I observed and his brows drew together.
“Say again?”
“You back me up a lot.”
His head tilted slightly to the side but he didn’t reply.
I gave examples, “In my office, last night in this room, just now down the hall and, um… also in this room.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So?”
I fell silent.
Tack rode my silence for half a minute then he ended it.
“Red, I know you don’t want me to bring her up at all, ‘specially not in this bed, but BeeBee’s –”
At his words I decided it was time.