Chapter 24

twenty-four

Kane

I can’t stop thinking about being inside my hot little wife. The night before, I could have kept going. Could have had her over, and over, and over again, and I’m not sure it would have been enough. I’ve always been a man of stamina, but that was intense even for me. The desire I feel for this woman is intense. Over the top.

Even now, it’s physically hard not to pull the truck to the side of the road, shove those little white shorts down, and burry myself deep inside her cunt while I push her coral shirt over her head—toss it the fuck out the window—and suck on her tits.

My fists clench around the steering wheel and my jaw hardens as I attempt and fail at pushing thoughts of dominating her little body from my mind.

Even this morning when I woke her—letting her sleep until eight—I’d had to refrain from taking her. She wanted to break the news of our marriage in person, and after last night, the way I introduced my wife to the crowd after the show, it wouldn’t be long before news broke publicly, and widely. We had to do this. Now.

She shifts in the passenger seat, pushing her sunglasses up her nose as she stifles a yawn. She’s plugged some bakery into the GSP on her phone and it’s sitting in the center console, telling me I’ve got another few miles on this road before the twists and turns begin.

“Tired?”

She peers through dark lenses at me, a little pout on those fuckable lips. “Someone had his way with me until pink crested the horizon, so yeah, I’m tired.”

I chuckle. “You’re cute when you’re deprived of sleep. I’ll have to do it more often.”

Her mouth pops open, but I’m pretty sure that’s a twitch in the corner of her lips. But then she says, “This is fun, right? What we’re doing—we’re just having fun.”

I stiffen. This. Woman.

Carefully, I say, “Think we had fun last night, Sunshine.”

She breathes a breath of what I’m sure is relief. It pisses me off. “Okay.” She nods to herself. “I’m clean, by the way. I got checked after I caught ass-face with my crappy bestie. Figured if he was sleeping with her, he was probably sleeping with half of L.A.” A little sniff and then, “I’m also on birth control, but we should probably be smarter if there’s going to be a next time.”

“Not if.”

Her nose scrunches. “Hmm?”

“No question of if there will be a next time, Sunshine.”

“So, you plan on fucking me again?”

“Often. Daily, even.” I amend, “Multiple times a day.”

She huffs a laugh, cheeks pinkening. “You’re insatiable.”

“Way that wet pussy gripped my dick all hungry just hours ago, could say the same about you.”

Her mouth falls again. The pink turns red. “That’s—crass.”

“Truth isn’t crass, wife.”

“Kane!”

I shrug. “Won’t be wearing a condom, either.”

She makes an adorably indignant noise. “And are you clean?”

“Yep. Tested when I brought you home.”

“Why?”

I wink at her. “Always planned on having you, Nevaeh.”

Her lips are parted still as she gapes at me. Then she wets her lips, gathers control of herself and murmurs, “A condom would be extra protection from facing something messy like pregnancy.”

“You want babies?”

Her head swings my way, confusion knotting her brows, but she says, “Eventually, yes. When I’m married and financially stable.”

“You are married, and because you’re married to me, you’re more than financially stable.” I pull into the parking lot of the bakery as she huffs more incredulous sounds.

“This marriage isn’t real, Kane.”

Not this shit again.

I kick open my door and round the truck to hers. She’s already sliding out, so I push my hand in her belly and shove her gently, but firmly, into the side of the truck. My other hand lifts to her face, finger hooking the band of her sunglasses, tugging them away from her eyes so she can look unguarded into mine. Then I tell her point-blank, “The deal is off. This is real, Sunshine. I made it crystal fucking clear last night that you’re mine, and I’m yours. That means this marriage is real. There won’t be a divorce in a year. You won’t walk out of my life.” My hand drags up from her belly to tap against the heart that thunders in her chest. “This is mine. It beats for me now, as mine beats for you. I will protect you until I breathe my last breath, care for you always, stand loyal for you—with you. You, Nevaeh Isabella Volkov, are my wife. Mine.” I hold her wide eyes with my own. “Do you understand me?”

“I—I—” A little wrinkle forms between her brows. “Kane⁠—”

“I’m in love with you, Sunshine. Head over fucking heels. For you.”

Her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare just enough to make me wholly aware that she’s processing big emotions. Then she wets her lips, shudders around a shallow breath and whispers, “Kane.”

“Do you understand that this, us, is real?”

“I don’t⁠—”

“We’re giving this a real shot.”

She studies me, like she’s not sure if she believes me. How can she not believe me?

“You don’t seem like the marrying for real kind?”

Baby, I’d be any kind for you. Just not the leaving kind.

“Do you understand, Nevaeh?”

Slowly, she nods. But her words are hesitant when she agrees, “Okay. A real shot.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m your wife.” She flashes me a shy, cheeky smile as she dances out from between my body and the truck. It’s as she’s slipping inside the bakery that she giggles, “For now.”

I scrub my hand down my face. Fucking woman.