“Okay, so we might have a problem after all.”
“Yeah, and I sure could use a solution to it.”
Drake stood up and paced a couple times then stopped and waved his hand in the air, “Okay let’s think about this for a few seconds.
Jada is an attractive girl, and so far, in the past few years you’ve been without a woman. I’m going to take a guess here and just say that it’s nothing more than your sexual drive coming back.” Kane frowned, not understanding what the hell he was talking about. Drake rolled his eyes. “I mean you just need to get laid is all. I bet once you do that then everything will be fine between you and her.”
“Get laid?”
“Yeah, you know. Have sex with someone. But do it with someone else.” He put one hand on his hip and the other at his jaw.
“Maybe have Cole take you to town before he leaves for the weekend.
Go to the bar and pick some girl up. Fuck the shit out of her and you should be good as gold.”
“Just like that?” Kane couldn’t believe what he was hearing. If Drake was right, and if he could do this, then he wouldn’t let him down and he felt better in the same breath.
“Yeah, just like that,” Drake nodded. “I think that’s all you need really. And since Jada is the only single girl here it’s normal in a sense that she could be the one your needs are pointing to.”
“And what if that doesn’t work?” Kane felt sick in his stomach at the idea of touching another, or rubbing against some other skin besides the one he saw at the water.
Drake looked him dead in the eye. “Then we’ll cross that bridge when or if it happens. For now, talk to Cole about taking you to town.
Not healthy for a shifter to go so long without some kind of release.”
Kane nodded because it was the only thing he could do.
“I’m going to bed.” Drake rubbed the back of his neck. “I suggest you do the same. You look tired.”
Kane finished his beer and had another before he headed upstairs to look in on Sasha. Jada gave her a camera and she had been walking around the yard taking pictures after dinner. Carrick took the camera and ended up snapping a shot of them together, and then Jada told her she would frame it for her. That made Sasha’s night.
When he got to the top floor, he didn’t go to Sasha’s door right off. Instead, he headed for Jada’s and peeked inside.
She was on her side, covers a mess. It seemed like she had been tossing and turning, and by the way she was breathing she wasn’t in a deep sleep. She was dressed in shorts and a snug shirt. The sheet was between her legs and the bare skin he saw had the same affect on him as when he saw her naked.
Maybe Drake was right. Maybe he did need to get laid and this was his body’s way of telling him that. He closed the door and went into Sasha’s room. She was sleeping deeply, her chest rising and falling slowly. On her desk was the camera and he picked it up. He flipped through the shots that she took. Everything was of the new found family they had. There was Drake hugging Carrick. Carrick cooking, Drake chopping wood. She even managed to get a close up of Kane smiling, the wind blowing his hair. He stopped though at a photo of Jada. Sasha got it when Jada was turning around from taking a shot herself, her hair up in the air. It was perfect.
“What am I going to do?” he whispered to himself, sitting down at the desk, staring at the picture. “What the hell am I going to do?”
* * * *
Jada hung her head under the hot water, eyes closed waiting for her muscles to relax. She slept like shit last night and if she wasn’t mistaken then she thought she heard someone peek into her room. She had a feeling that it was Kane and when she turned over to see, the door was closing.
Something was going on with him. Something that she was pretty damn sure she wasn’t going to like.
She turned the water off, stepped out, and wrapped a towel around herself. She grabbed her brush, picked up the dryer and went to work on her hair. Before it was completely dry she stopped, dressed in clean panties and a long t-shirt and left the bathroom with the towel slung over her shoulder.
Opening her bedroom door, she came to a dead stop. Kane was sitting on her bed, correction he was lounging across the bed resting his back up against the wall. On his lap was her scrapbook and that pissed her off. She’d hidden it well, which meant that he was snooping around her room while she was in the shower.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” She was short with him, but that tended to happen when first you didn’t sleep much the night before and second the guy who was supposed to be keeping an eye on you so you didn’t run ended up being a peeping Tom.
“Morning, Jada,” he sighed. “No I didn’t sleep well, and since it is before the sun is up I’m going to take a guess and say that you didn’t sleep well, either.”
She slammed the door closed before she thought about it. When she turned to open it, Kane snickered at her and she stopped. She turned back around and rushed up to him, taking her scrapbook away.
“Still don’t trust me?” he stated.
“What the hell do you think?” She slammed it down on the desk before facing him. “What gives you the right to go through my things?”
He linked his fingers together over his stomach. “I could ask you the same question.” She frowned and he cocked his head to one side.
“You read my book in the bathroom.”
“Your sex book was in the open. That,” she pointed to her book.
“I had put up.”
“So who’s Chris?” The way he said the name almost sounded like he was jealous, but Jada knew better. She also knew that she wasn’t going to talk about him either.
“None of your damn business. Now leave.” She pointed at the door.
“Was he a boyfriend?”
“No.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness from her voice. The last person she wanted to talk about was Chris.
“Come on little girl. Time to learn how to ride that bike I got you.”
Jada looked up at Chris. He was perfect in her young eyes and everything their grandfather wanted in an heir. Every time he looked at her, his green eyes sparkled. Chris was what she needed, what she craved but never got from the man who called himself grandfather.
She was ten and for the past six months, the bike that Chris bought for her sat in the basement untouched. She was too scared to learn how to ride it, and every time Chris mentioned teaching her, her granddad found something else for him to do. The man didn’t like Jada and he made sure she knew it.
“Grandpa won’t let you,” she whispered.
“He’s gone and will never know,” he took her hand, pulling her along. “Come on. Can’t go through life without knowing.”
“Jada?” Kane whistled and she lowered her head.
Chris. How could she forget about Chris? “What?”
“Who is he?” Kane spoke very slowly.
Jada rubbed her forehead. “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be giving me shit.”
“Has to be a past lover then.” The words sounded like a growl, but she knew she had to be mistaken. There was nothing between them or any reason for Kane to growl about a past lover, if she had one.
Jada held her mouth shut and ground her teeth together. She leaned against the desk, pushing back her anger. “Why don’t you just leave?”
* * * *
Kane scooted from the bed and came up right behind her, placing his hands on the desk next to hers, blocking her in as he had the first day they met. She jumped and pushed back against him, but he didn't move.
“I thought we had talked about the space thing,” she said through her teeth.
“We didn't talk about shit,” he said. “You talked, I half listened.”
He put his lips right up to her ear and spoke low. “Who is he, Jada?”
“No one you need to know about. Now back off, you’re too damn close.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It bothers you, doesn’t it?
” He sighed. “It bothers me also, but I can’t seem to stop myself. Your scent is addictive. Maybe we need to change the rules to this game before it changes for us.”
She snorted, “Nothing’s going to happen. I’m going to leave soon. And for your information the only rules I follow are mine.”
He felt a domination hit when she said she was going to leave soon. Kane didn’t like the idea of her leaving before he had a handle on her. Drake trusted him to take charge of her, to keep her safe, and he was going to do that no matter what his damn dick wanted to do.
She turned her head to the side and elbowed him causing Kane to react. He moved a hand under her hair, fisting the silk at the back of her head. This stilled her from moving. “That's the problem, Jada.” He spoke low and right in her ear, pressing closer. It was a sweet torture, one that he never thought to experience in his life. Hell he didn’t think he would have to control himself from not coming in his jeans just being pressed up against her. “Your rules suck.”
She turned her head as much as she could and smiled. “Kane, there are three things you need to know, and I'm only going to tell you about them once. I’ll even go slowly so you can understand it. You're not feeding me, supporting me and you sure as hell ain’t fucking me.
So as far as I'm concerned you don't get a say in anything I do or the rules I make. Period! So why don’t you go find yourself someone else to rub your little dick on.”
Kane growled soft and low. He pulled hard on her hair, pressing as close as he could get, grinding his dick against her ass. He was hard and throbbing. Defiance was a turn on just like a dare to some were. It was like a challenge, one he was sure he would give in to if she kept her shit up. In fact, he knew it. That inner voice of his was screaming that one more and she was a goner. So should he tell her that?
“Don't bet on the last one there, Princess,” he let the words rumble and moved his hips so she got the full affect of his hardness on her ass. “I can always change that rule in a heartbeat. After all, an animal never asks permission for shit. They take.”
He turned her around, but he didn’t back up. She was so short compared to his height she had to crane her neck to look up at him.
“If you’re trying to intimidate me, try harder. All you’re doing right now is boring me. I have better things to do with my time than play mouse to your cat.”
“The cat always eats the mouse.” He gripped her hips, picked her up, and sat her down on the desk, coming between her legs. “Is that what you want, Princess. To be eaten?”
“By you?” she laughed. “What the hell do you know about sex, Kane? You were told when to eat, sleep and if I recall right, then you were even ordered to fuck.” She narrowed her eyes on him. “You can’t call reading a book and laying on your back experience.” A tick started in his cheek, yet Jada didn’t pick up on the hint.
“You’re going to keep pushing, Princess,” Kane stated in a soft, controlled, yet dangerous voice. “And push until I push back. I promise you one thing, darling, when I push back nobody will be able to save you.”
“In your fucking dreams, wolf boy,” she smirked. “I’d bet my last dollar you don’t even know how to use your dick without drugs attached to it.” She cocked her head to the side. “Tell me something, do you even know how to use it? Or are you afraid of your own dick?”
Kane felt something change then. Jada pushed against him and tried to get off the desk, but he stopped her by grabbing the front of her shirt with both hands. Yanking her back Kane kissed her. He couldn’t help himself. She pushed too far and with that mouth of hers being so sharp he just had to do something.
When she tried to pull away from him, Kane growled and moved one of his hands to the back of her head, holding her in place. He deepened the kiss. If someone was to come in and see them they would think Kane was trying to eat her alive. In a sense, that was just what he was trying to do. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth, mating against her own, tasting her again. He wanted to devour her with his mouth and do so much more with his body.
He bent her back, fisted his free hand into her shirt and pulled it up enough so she wasn’t sitting on it, then he moved his hand under it and touched her skin for the first time. Kane moaned into her mouth, sliding his fingers down her back and into her panties and cupped her ass.
He moved his other hand down to her ass and pulled her even closer. Kane read many things about sex. Knew a lot of different positions and wondered about a few. One of the positions was anal sex. He didn’t understand why a man would want to do that until he touched her butt and parted the cheeks. One finger he used to tease the opening and just that small touch gave him a new pounding to his dick and had pre-come coming out of the tip. He was so close that Kane knew if he pushed a finger inside her, he was going to come in his jeans.
He somehow managed to pull that animal of his back in and slowly let the kiss go. If he didn’t then there was a good chance he might take things further than what either one of them could expect.
His last move when he pulled back was to lick at her bottom lip, before sucking on it one last time. “Still want to push me, Princess?”
he rumbled. “Because I can keep going.”
His answer was a fist into his face and a push at his chest. Kane rubbed his jaw and she jumped from the desk, grabbed her shoes and dirty jeans from the floor, and ran from the room. The need to chase her down and finish what was just started between them was strong.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he opened the scrapbook again and flipped to the page that he was about to read before she came in and he closed it. A yellow newspaper clipping was glued to the page.
Christopher James Leonard died October twelfth at one thirty in the morning following a fatal car crash.
Leonard. Kane frowned and ran a finger over the name. It was Jada’s last name. Chris was related to her, not a lover.
Mr. Leonard was only twenty-two and had slipped into a coma after a drunk driver hit his car head on. His cousin, Jada Leonard, was also in the car and suffered injuries as well. It is unknown at this time what state Ms. Leonard is in, but it is known that she, as well as Mr. Leonard, has been in a coma for two weeks before Mr. Leonard died.
James Leonard, grandfather and guardian to both has refused to comment at this time. Services will be held at the end of the week for Christopher Leonard.
Kane couldn’t believe what he was reading. Jada was in a serious car crash with her cousin, he died, and she was in a coma.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He jumped and turned his head to Drake.
“Did you know this?” Kane frowned, his attention going back to the news clipping.
“Know what?” Drake came into the room and looked at what Kane was reading. A few seconds after he read it, he whispered, “Damn.”
“Hey, um, Drake?” Carrick stood in the doorway, the cordless phone in her hand. “Cole just called. He said Jada is over there, upset and wants to talk to you alone but over there, and he’s trying to pack up to head to your parent’s place for the weekend.”
Drake frowned at Kane, “What’d you do?” he whispered harshly.
“You don’t want to know,” Kane answered him under his breath.
* * * *
“Kane isn’t a man, Cole. He’s a fucking animal off his leash.”
Drake heard Jada yelling before he walked into the front door of Cole’s house. “Careful, Jada,” Drake warned in a growl, his strides quickly bringing him into the argument in the front room. “You don’t want to say something that you can’t take back.”
“Up yours, Drake.” She turned her anger on him, eyes narrowing.
“Where’s Kane?” Cole asked.
“Outside.” Drake kept his eyes on Jada. Something clearly was going on and he had this strange feeling that he didn’t really want to know, but needed to. “Does someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Kane,” Cole sighed. “Apparently he’s crossed some line.�
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“Some line!” Jada huffed. “He’s done more than just cross some damn line. I’m not going back there.”
Drake narrowed his eyes on her. “So far the only thing I can see is that he keeps you in line and that pisses you off.” He pointed his finger at her “He doesn’t keep me in line, you over grown prick.” Her hands fisted at her sides, that was how pissed she seemed. “He’s getting out of line. What are you going to do if he decides to do that mating shit with me? Then what?”
Drake shook his head. “That’s not going to happen.” He hoped.
“How the hell do you know?” she said through her teeth.
“Because if by a small twist of fate, if it was possible, then he would have done it already,” he told her in frustration. “And he hasn’t. He hasn’t touched you, stripped you and I know for a fact fucked you. We know, Jada, when our mates are around.”
“Yeah, you were real quick to discover yours.” She crossed her arms over her chest, leaned on one foot, and looked him up and down.
“How long was she locked in that room before you figured it out?”
Jada smiled. “Chase told me the story.”
“Don’t go there, Jada,” he warned. “Kane stays on your ass and that’s final. If you want him off, then I suggest you think about telling me what it was that you took that is so important to Stan. Or did you forget that he was still out there hunting your ass down?”
“You’re an asshole, Drake.”
Drake laughed and extended his arms. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”
“Put that fucker on a leash, Drake or...”
“Fuck, Jada, he isn’t a dog,” Drake yelled at her. “Stop treating him like one.”
“Then teach him some goddamn manners,” she yelled back. “He has one shitty personality.”
“And you have such a sweet one,” he snarled back. Drake could feel his temper rising and with each second he fought with her the higher it went. “Stop acting like a bitch that isn’t getting her damn way. Kane is keeping an eye on you and I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not. You need protection and that’s it. End of story!” he yelled at the top of his lungs.
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