Contents ( 50)
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Kylo
- Chapter Two
- Saint
- Chapter Three
- Kylo
- Chapter Four
- Saint
- Chapter Five
- Kylo
- Chapter Six
- Saint
- Chapter Seven
- Kylo
- Chapter Eight
- Saint
- Chapter Nine
- Kylo
- Chapter Ten
- Saint
- Chapter Eleven
- Kylo
- Chapter Twelve
- Saint
- Chapter Thirteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Fourteen
- Saint
- Chapter Fifteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Sixteen
- Saint
- Chapter Seventeen
- Kylo
- Chapter Eighteen
- Saint
- Chapter Nineteen
- Kylo
- Chapter Twenty
- Saint
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Kylo
- Epilogue
- Kylo
- Acknowledgments
- Also by Lila Rose
- Connect with Lila Rose
- Releasing next year:
- West's Story
Slowly, I ran a hand down his chest and stomach, tracing my fingers over his skin. He twitched. “You know I’ll never intentionally hurt you.”
“I know,” he said, threading our fingers together and holding them against his stomach. “The same goes for me.”
“I like what we have, Kylo. A damn lot, and I’d do anything to keep what we have. Never have I wanted someone to stay by my side as much as I do you.”
He brought our hands up and kissed my knuckles. “It blows my damn mind I am where I am with you. Never thought it’d happen, but I’m fuckin’ lucky and happy to have you as mine.”
Christ, my chest expanded and filled with warmth.
“I’m the lucky one, but I’ll let you say that.”
He laughed. “Gee, thanks.”
I grinned and kissed his shoulder. “No problem.”
“Do you feel like you wanna tell the brothers? Lucas?”
“Yeah, soon I reckon that’s where it should go. I don’t wanna hide what we have.”
“Me either, but could we wait just a little longer?”
“Anything you want, baby.”
He took a breath and then said, “I caught up with West today.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, he’s in a bind, not sure what to do, but we talked it out, and I think he now knows.”
“What?”
“That he needs to get out of Polished P and P.”
“Why? Doesn’t he like it, or does he have a problem with a client? If a client’s fuckin’ with him, he should come to me, State, Wreck, or Country.”
“It’s nothin’ like that. Shit, I’m not even sure if I should have said anything to you.”
“Kylo, you know I won’t say anythin’ to anyone unless I think it’s necessary.”
“I know. I also know that we’re together and this sort of stuff happens.”
“What, us talkin’?” I asked in a light tone. His elbow hit my ribs. “Ouch, Jesus, you have a pointy elbow.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll use it again if you annoy me. I mean that we’re together. We share shit before anyone else. So, I’m gonna tell you what’s goin’ on.”
Dipping down, I kissed his shoulder. It’d been fucking forever since I’d had a relationship. I think the last one was back in high school, but this one right here meant more to me than that, and more than any other woman I’d been with. I wanted to have him at my side as much as I could.
It sounded a lot like love to me. I wasn’t ready to spout poetry or say the words that meant so fucking much, but I recognized what I was feeling, and it sat right with me.
“All right,” he started with a nod. “West has a thing for a client.”
Fuck. That couldn’t be good.
“Shit, what’s he gonna do?”
“Since he’s pretty sure the client only wants him for company and nothin’ more, he’s lookin’ at gettin’ one of you to switch him out.”
“Probably for the best. All clients we deal with are mainly after a warm hole to slide into. Then there’s the ones who do just want company or to show off some arm candy without any complications.”