Undone (Wild Men 2)

“You stayed.”

“I did. And—”

“Lie down with me.”

“What? Kade, no—”

But he’s already tugging me, using his hold on my wrist to pull me down beside him. His bed is barely wider than my cot, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. He keeps pulling, a faint smile on his face, until I relent and stretch out beside him.

“Christ, I love having you pressed to me,” he whispers, burying his face in my hair, and I swallow hard.

Because me too. God, so much. Can’t believe how much I missed his shape, his scent, his hold on me. I won’t be able to sleep like this, not with the feel of his strong body against mine, his arm around my shoulders, his breath on my forehead.

Not when I can’t believe I’m here, can’t believe how happy I am and how scared.

And that’s my last thought before morning.

Chapter Eleven

Kaden

Something is tickling my nose, and there’s a familiar scent of flowers and honey. A soft, sexy scent of woman that gets me hard and relaxed at the same time.

Like I’m home.

And like I’m about to pound her into the mattress, and then bring her coffee in bed, because that’s what Hailey and me…

That’s what we do.

But then why does it feel like I was on the edge of a cliff and I’ve just stepped back? That feeling of relief at having her in my arms. As if I escaped something terrible.

As if I almost lost her.

What am I forgetting? I squint in the low light as if I can glimpse the answer, but it only serves to shoot a bolt of pain through my skull.

Shit. Didn’t she say I need to remember on my own? Remember what?

She stirs, derailing my thoughts, pressing those sweet curves against me, and I’m getting hard in spite of the drugs they pump me full of. I bet this isn’t normal.

This girl isn’t normal: she’s a miracle, and I don’t even know if I’ve ever told her. I’ve always had trouble with that, and although I blame Matt, it’s not his fault. I just am this way. Matt is the grumpy, moody one, and I may seem like the open, sociable one, but I don’t trust easily.

Never have. I keep it all inside, and I don’t connect to people. And people never really tried to connect to me, either, so maybe that’s fine. The kids at school thought I was cool because I smoked and because chicks wanted to sleep with me.

And the guys at the workshop think I’m arrogant because I keep to myself and the chicks still want to sleep with me.

Even if I don’t care about random chicks anymore. Never did, in fact.

The only girl that ever really caught my attention was Hailey.

Who’s now wide awake and watching me with big eyes as if I’m about to turn into the Hulk or something.

“Hey you.” I manage a smile, swallowing down the pain, and she smiles back, a quick, surprised expression. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, I…” She frowns, glances around as if just realizing where she is. “Not bad, considering. You?”

“Better than I have in days,” I say honestly. Better than I can remember ever in my life, in fact, but that’s not saying much right now. “You were away.”

“What?” She blinks at me, so pretty and sexy and I draw her closer to me. Too many clothes and layers in the way, dammit.