Protecting His Forever (12 page)

“Good morning, beautiful.” He gives me a sly smile before kissing my forehead.

Slipping out of the covers the cold air hits my breasts and my hands automatically go to hide them. Kane’s eyes darken as he looks over my body. I look down at my feet, blushing.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, sweetheart.”

That makes me blush even harder.
Dang it
.

Ring, ring, ring.

Walking to the table beside the bed, I pick up my phone. “Hello?”

“Sydney! We are having a girls’ day. Manis’, pedis’, massages, facials. We will be at Kane’s in an hour to pick you up,” Jessica yells into the phone and hangs up before I can argue.

Sighing, I put down my phone. Turning to look at Kane, I tell him, “Looks like I’m having a girls’ day.” What I really want is to spend the day with Kane.

“When will they be here?”

“In an hour,” I grunt and walk to the shower. As expected, I’m really sore. Plus, Kane isn’t a small guy. Turning the water on, I wait a minute to let it warm up. Stepping in, I pick up the shampoo just as the shower door opens and Kane steps in naked.

Gulping, I stare at his body. His body is hard as a rock and sculpted with abs that are begging to be licked. I’m one lucky bitch. He takes the shampoo from me while I’m staring at him like an idiot. It’s like he knows what I’m thinking because he gives me his signature smirk.

He opens the shampoo lid and pours some into his hand. “Turn around, love.” Doing as I’m told, I turn around. I feel his hands on my hair and then he starts rubbing the shampoo into my hair. The only person that has washed my hair besides me is my mom. The sensation is amazing—there’s something calming about someone else scrubbing your scalp.

“Rinse,” he orders. Going under the water spray, I lean my head back slightly because the heat feels amazing.

Kane’s hands start to wander to my waist, my sides, my belly. My eyes shoot open and look down. Kane is on his knees before me.

“Lean against the wall.”

Turning around, I lean against the wall away from the water spray. He then lifts one leg up and lays it across his shoulder. His hands are on my butt lifting me up higher until my other leg is off the ground.

His voice is gruff when he says, “Place your other leg on my shoulder.”

“Umm. How can that work?”

He smirks at me, and I wearily do as I’m told. Lifting my leg up, I place it over his shoulder. He grips my butt hard and lowers his mouth down to my pussy. He sucks my clit into his mouth hard. Licking, sucking, nipping. He never touches lower than that because he knows I’m sore.

“Kane,” I moan.

He takes my clit in his mouth again and sucks. Then his head moves side to side while sucking. Black spots cloud my vision.

“
Oh my God
!” I scream and hold his head tighter to me. He does this over and over again. Then it hits me like a tidal wave. I almost fall to the floor as I tilt to the side trying to grip something. Kane unhooks my legs from his shoulders and keeps me off the ground with my legs wrapped around him.

While he holds me with one arm he pumps some conditioner into his hand and massages it into my hair.

Are you okay?” he asks with a laugh.

“Never been better.” I rub his back while laying my head on his shoulder.

“I need to put you down so I can wash you.”

Nodding my head, he sets me down and washes me. Once every inch of my body is clean, he turns off the water and steps out first to hand me a towel before wrapping one around his waist.

He should be on my next book cover. Nah, I wouldn’t want women ogling him. I’m selfish that way.

Walking back into the bedroom, I see my bag of clothes laying on top of the bed.
He must have brought them upstairs. Glancing at the clock I realize I have just thirty minutes. Grimacing, I slip on a pair of shorts and tank quickly and run to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

~*~

Just as I’m finished getting ready the doorbell rings. There goes breakfast. I hear the door open and then squealing. I’m betting that’s Jessica because I bet Kane hasn’t put on a shirt yet.

Walking down the stairs, I see Jessica openly ogling Kane who is shifting side to side. Braelyn is rolling her eyes at her.

When the stairs creak Jessica’s and Brae’s eyes shoot to me. A huge grin comes over Jessica’s face.
Yeah, she knows.
Ignoring her, I go straight to Kane.

“Bye, baby,” I murmur against his lips.

“Bye.” I back away and start to walk past when he pinches my butt. Jumping, I glare back at him.

“Okay, love birds, you will be back with each other soon. We have an appointment to keep.” Jessica claps her hands and then points toward the door.

I walk straight for the car not giving them a second to corner me until Kane is out of earshot. Slamming my door, I hear theirs slam next, and then…

“Oh. My. God. It happened.” Jessica jumps up down in her seat which can’t be an easy feat considering she is six months pregnant.

Blushing furiously, I look out of the window.

“Finally?” Brae asks next.

Biting my lip to contain my smile. I nod.

“She lost her virginity!” Brae squeals again.

“Yes, I did.” I smile.

“How was it? Did you come?” Jessica asks too excitedly.

Looking back her, I give her a wicked smile. “Yes, I did; twice last night and again before you guys arrived.”

“Oh my flippin’ goodness! I’m so jealous.” She crosses her arms and looks out the window pouting. Looking at Brae she has a huge smile on her face staring out in space.

“What's that look, Brae?”

“She went on a date last night!” Jessica pipes in.

I look at Brae curiously. “Who was it?” She smiles nervously.

“It was Ethan,” Jessica pipes in again smugly.

I gasp, “What?”

She blushes but keeps quiet.

“About freaking time!” I push her shoulder slightly.

“Calm your tits, bitch. There might not be another date,” she tells me quietly.

“Yeah, right, and cows don’t eat grass. Puhleasee,” Jessica says.

“Which salon are we going to? I’m not getting a Brazilian wax! Hell no.” I shake my head.

“Oh my God! I just now remembered!” Brae can’t hold it in any longer.

Brae chuckles knowing the reason why because she was a witness.

I bang my head against the window knowing she is going to blurt it out.

“She glued her ass cheeks together with wax. She wasn’t supposed to close her legs.” Tears stream down her face with her laughter.

“Oh shit! You too?” Jessica yells from the backseat.

I look back at her, shocked. Her eyes widen like she can’t believe she told us. We both laugh hysterically.

“Oh shit that’s great.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “Plus my ta-ta hurts.” I shift uncomfortably.

“Wasn’t he easy, Sydney?” Brae asks angrily.

“Yes, he was. He was freaking huge. Hurt like a bitch, but the orgasm made up for it.” I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes at me.

“I need a hot sexy man! My hormones make me horny all the freaking time. What am I going to do when I can’t reach back there? I’m screwed,” she cries out.

Me and Brae share a secret look. “Chase,” we mouth at each other and giggle slightly. Chase is a total man whore, but I can tell him and Jessica have a little something going on.

Turning around I pat her leg. “Oh, honey, I will buy you the biggest vibrator.” She sniffs and wipes her eyes and gives me a big smile. Disaster averted.

A few minutes later we pull up in front of the salon. Opening the car door, I walk to the back seat to help Jessica, who takes my hand to pull herself out of the car. We are greeted by a woman who leads us to a room to change into our robes.

A few minutes later, we are led to another room with three beds for our massages. Looking down at Jessica’s belly, I think,
Yep, that’s not going to work
. She sighs from beside me and knows it too.

“I’m pregnant; I can’t lay down on my belly like that.”

“We have a pregnancy table, it’s no problem.” The masseuse pats her shoulder and walks out of the room.

Brae and I sit down on the table just as a man comes in carrying another table that has a hole right in the middle. Jessica gives him an appreciative smile, while Brae and I gawk at him. He is one sexy man. He then struts right to me. “I’m your masseuse for the day.”

I blush and look down at my feet.
Holy shit. Holy mother frigging shit.
Kane is going to have a bitch fit, but hey, I don’t get to choose my masseuse, right?
Two more hot men walk in and that makes me feel better.

“Please take off your robes and place this towel around your waist.” The men walk out of the room to give us some privacy. Sliding onto the bed, I tuck the towel tightly around my waist. Brae starts giggling beside me and Jessica looks like she is in hot guy heaven.

“You're going to take off your shirt too, right?” Jessica asks the men as soon as they walk into the door. Brae and I look over at her, shocked.

The masseuse beside her chuckles and shakes his head no, then he gets busy doing what massage people do. I stick my head through the little hole and try to relax.

“Kane is going to die, Sydney.” Brae’s voice is muffled by the cushion.

“I know it.” I giggle nervously.

“You have a protective man?” the one massaging me asks.

“Heck yeah. He’s built like a Mack truck. Wouldn’t want to cross him,” she says with a laugh.

“That’s okay. I’m gay.”

“Ahh, okay, then that does help things for you, but let’s take a picture and send to him,” Jessica tells us both. I raise my head up to yell at her.

Brae raises up and forgets she doesn’t have a top on as she sits up. Her tits are on full display.

“Brae, your top!” I yell at her. She looks down and her hands automatically come up to cover herself. She blushes all the way down to her toes.

~*~

After all the primping, I’m beyond tired. I walk into Kane’s to the aroma of steak. Groaning, I walk into the kitchen to see him in his boxers slaving over the stove again. I forgot to eat lunch too.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says without turning around.

Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around him and rest my head against his back. I feel at home as soon as I get around him.

“How was your day?”

“It was great,” I tell him.
Too cheery. You’re giving yourself away.

“How was the massage?” My eyes widen.
What do I say?

“It was fine,” I say, but it sounds more like a question.

“I really didn’t like that man rubbing up on my woman.”
Oh shit
. I move back so I can look at him.

“Your new pregnant friend sent Ethan a pic and then he sent it to me.” He’s still cooking the food
. Is he mad?

“You’re not mad, are you?” I ask nervously.

“I’m not mad, baby. I just didn’t like him rubbing on you like that.” He turns around and hugs me to him.

“He was gay,” I blurt out and Kane chuckles.

He turns around and jerks my hips against his. “I don’t care if he was a woman, a nun, or the freaking pope. I don’t like anyone touching you.” He smacks my butt and turns back around to finish cooking. Walking upstairs, I change into one of Kane’s shirt. At least he wasn’t mad.

The rest of the night is us just spending quality time with each other. We eat dinner, cuddle on the couch, and when we’re finished, he carries me upstairs and falls asleep on my belly. Smiling to myself, I think about how lucky I am to have someone like him. Together, we have an unbreakable bond.

Ring, ring, ring.
I roll over groaning. “Turn it off.”

“I don’t recognize this number; I better answer.”

The bed shifts as he sits up in bed.

“Hello?” he says in his sexy morning voice. “It is,” he tells the person on the phone.

Sitting up, I get the feeling something is wrong.

“What?” he asks, shocked. He stays quiet for a second listening. “I didn’t know I had any family left.”

My eyes widen, and I place my hand on his back.
Did a family member of his die?

“Yes, I’m still here. Hang on a second.” He takes the phone away from his ear and hits speaker.

“Continue,” he tells whoever is on the phone.

“You’re the only living relative left. Her daughter has no one. She was your mom’s sister’s daughter. Arabella is your cousin. Would you be willing to take her in? It’s either you, or I will be forced to put her in foster care. She’s had a rough go at life. Her mother was hooked on drugs really bad; she died of overdose. The little girl was found in a closet,” the woman’s voice tells us sadly.

Tears rush to my eyes.

“How old is she?” I ask not being able to help myself.

“She is three years old.”

I look at Kane with my eyes full of tears.

“I’ll take her,” he tells the woman on the phone.

“No,
we’ll
take her.” I grab his hand tightly. Kane talks on the phone going over details and whatever else before hanging up so we can get up and get dressed. She will be here later this evening. She just lived two hours away. Grabbing my purse, we haul ass to Kane’s truck. We have nothing for a little girl.

“We need snacks, clothes, toys, blankets, furniture and necessities. Oh shit. I don’t even know!” I ground out, stressed.

Kane takes my hand and kisses the top of it. “We will figure it out.”

Sighing, I lean over and kiss him on the cheek.

Kane picks up his phone and calls Ethan. He explains everything. We will need help getting the furniture up in time.

A few minutes later we pull up in front of a furniture store. Kane comes over to my side to let me out and we walk hand in hand up to the front doors. I can’t believe this is actually happening. This poor little baby, she just lost her mother. I can only imagine the kind of hell she has seen or been through.

Kane smacking my butt brings me out of my thoughts. Rolling my eyes, I walk inside the front door that he holds open for me. Looking around the store, I realize I have no clue where to start.

Looking up to the sign that tells you where the kids section is, I head in that direction. As soon as we get to the back section I see a white bed that is fit for a little girl. It's a four-post bed with white curtains hanging from the top of the frame, and that wrap around the posts of the bed. It looks like a princess bed. Looking around, I see all the furniture that matches—the toy box, small dresser, and chest. The drawer knobs are adorned with jewels.