22. Chapter 22

We pull up in front of my uncle’s place. I’m a bundle of nerves as I prepare to face Tyler. He really has some nerve coming up here and causing all this destruction to my property. I’m lucky Kane talked me into wearing our matching outfits and not to worry about what he thinks, because it doesn’t matter.

Kane and I had some gingerbread cookies as a snack before we came down here and I brought a few with me for Tyler because he hasn’t eaten since Kane tied him up and left him here. I take a deep breath as Kane rounds the truck to open the door for me and I slide out into his arms.

“You can do this,” he says, encouraging me.

I offer him a smile. How did I get so lucky? I think, looking him up and down.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of red plaid boxers and a Santa jacket with a hat. The elastic on his waistband says naughty, which makes me blush. I’m wearing a sexy red dress with soft white fur lining that’s entirely too short. My boobs spill out of the halter top, but I don’t think Kane minds. He picks me up and carries me through the snow to the front door. There are only a few inches covering the cement. It’s obvious he’s been keeping up on the maintenance.

He sets me down on the step and I use Kane’s property key to unlock the front door. He holds my hand as we walk deeper into the house to where Tyler sits tied up in the middle of the room in one of the kitchen chairs. Kane has covered him in rope, duct tape, and Christmas lights.

“Oh my god, Kane, are those Christmas lights?” I gasp.

He laughs. I thought you might get a kick out of that. “Is it too much?”

“No, it’s perfect.”

Tyler’s head snaps up when he hears us talking. “You,” he snarls at Kane.

“Get away from him, Hazel. He’s a monster.” Tyler warns.

“I think you’re the monster, Tyler. You destroyed my uncle’s house and murdered an innocent animal. And for what? To win me back? I’m not coming back. I’m never coming back. I am going to stay here for a while and live out my holiday romance happily ever after with Kane. Fuck off!”

His jaw drops in confusion and Kane runs his fingers up my arms in reassurance. I lean into his touch, loving the way it feels, like electricity crackling over my skin.

“You don’t understand, Hazel. Let me tell you the truth.” Tyler pleas.

“The truth, Tyler? Let’s hear it. Entertain me.” I bite.

“This guy, he paid me. He made me do it all. He made me cheat on you. He made me leave you to go to Florida, and he forced me to break your heart. I was going to propose to you, Hazel.” He begs

I roll my eyes at him. What a sorry sack of shit he is. It took meeting a real man like Kane to realize what an actual piece of shit Tyler is. “I told you, Tyler, I will never forgive you for what you’ve done to me. So trying to blame Kane for your fuck-up is a low blow, even for you.”

“It’s true. You’ve got to believe me, Hazel. He threatened to kill me. He’s a fucking psychopath. He drugged me, tied me up, and brought me here to kill me,” Tyler shouts.

“You know what, Tyler. I’ve heard enough of your lies,” I say, grabbing one of the gingerbread men I brought for him and shoving it in his mouth. “I think you’re just jealous of what I found in Kane. Are you fucking jealous, Tyler?”

He can’t answer and has no choice but to chew. I shove the second cookie in his mouth and place the empty plate on the coffee table. Then wrap my arms around Kane, kissing him hard and deep. I part my lips, allowing him to slip his tongue inside, and he doesn’t hold back. He kisses me sensually until my body is bending to him and my brain is consumed with thoughts of fucking him right here in front of Tyler, just to prove my point. Kane’s hand gives my ass an aggressive squeeze and I moan into his mouth.

“Let’s make him jealous,” Kane’s voice is husky and low as his hot breath caresses the shell of my ear, his lips barely brushing against me, and sending tingles through my body.

“Kane,” I whisper.

“Yes, darling.”

I pull away, suddenly full of need as I stare up at him and into his Christmas tree eyes, through my thick heavy lashes purring, “I want you to fuck me in front of him. Make him understand I’m not his. I belong to you now, Santa.”

“Fuck, Hazel.” His words roll out of his mouth low and strung out. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to. Is that really what you want?”

“Yes, Santa,” I wink, feeling adventurous.

“Anything for you.” He says, cupping my breasts as he kisses my neck while using his thumb to tease my nipples.

“What the fuck, Hazel?” Tyler shouts.

I ignore him.

“Tell him to shut up, darling, and to watch as I give you everything you could ever want.” Kane says.

I spin around and Kane pulls my ass against him so I can feel his hard cock pressing into me, demanding my attention.

“Tyler, try to win me back then. This is your last chance.” I purr.

Behind me, Kane stiffens, but I’m not worried. It will only make Tyler think he actually stands a chance.

Tyler tries, he clears his throat and begs. “Please, baby. Come to your senses. I don’t know what he’s said to you, but I swear to you, he did this. He threatened to kill me, Hazel. It was the only way out he didn’t leave me any options. I came back for you,” he sobs.

I squeeze Kane’s fingers and walk over to Tyler, bending over to give Kane a good view while Tyler gets a look at the girls hanging in his face. I reach a finger out, dragging it beneath his chin so he’s looking into my eyes. Then widen my stance as if I am about to lower myself onto Tyler’s lap. He looks at me wide-eyed and surprised. Then I drop to my knees in front of him and I’m sure he thinks I’m about to suck him off. I glance over my shoulder at Kane. He doesn’t look happy. It gives me a rush of adrenaline. I turn my attention back to Tyler, and drag my hands across his thighs and sit back on my shins so I’m practically kneeling. He’s looking at the ceiling, waiting for me to take him into my mouth, but that’s not what is about to happen.