Undone (Wild Men 2)

“A sign for what?”

“Second chances?” She gives me a sweet smile that somehow reminds me of Kaden and lets go of my hands to pat my cheeks. Such a motherly gesture that it catches me by surprise, and I smile back. My mom never did this to me.

“I don’t know, Mrs. Hansen.”

“Please call me Jenny. And whatever you need, call me. And please take care of my Kaden, even if it’s only for these few days. He’s a good boy. A bit misunderstood, but he has a good heart.”

“Misunderstood?”

“He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. He thinks I don’t know, but he’s my son. He keeps everything inside. What he said today to Matt, about being a good brother… Matt is still in shock. Kaden never expresses himself. Although he did tell us about you, the first girl he ever talked about. He said you were special. And I believe him.”

“He said that? I mean, he talked to you about me?”

“Oh yes, many times. When you left, he stopped talking. Stopped calling. I was so worried about him.”

When I told my mom that Kaden and I broke up, she told me to buy new shoes.

All this time I thought I was kept secret, because I didn’t matter to him, but it seems that wasn’t the case.

As I wave Kaden’s mom goodbye, I wonder what else I got wrong.

As I slip back inside Kaden’s room, I find him undressing. He’s taking off the paper-thin hospital gown and holy shit, I was right.

He’s totally butt-naked underneath.

He has his back to me, so what I see is his long legs, taut ass and broad back that’s rippling with muscle.

And ink. More ink than before: a tangle of thorns I can’t quite make out.

He never talked to me about his tattoos. I only know Zane Madden did them for him, a friend in Wisconsin, the same guy who did his brother’s tattoos.

Kaden has keys inked down one arm, a cascade of them, and when he turns I see the large old-fashioned key he has inked on his chest.

And his very naked cock which starts to harden as he passes his heated gaze over me. He grins at me, looking like a pirate with the bandage wrapped around his head. “Come here.”

I take a step back, my eyes shifting from his face to his cock and back. “Um, we’re in the hospital. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

We’re in the hospital, and we aren’t together anymore, and all in all, this is the mother of all bad ideas.

Tell that to my body, though, that’s all hot and bothered at the sight of naked, rugged sexy Kaden Hansen, ex-boyfriend and all-time favorite star in my nighttime fantasies.

Damn!

He puts his hands on my shoulders and pulls me flush against him. Shocked, I let him, and when his mouth descends on mine, I part my lips for his tongue instinctively.

Oh God. So good. I’m gone. With his tongue stroking mine, and his hard-on pressing into my belly, I think I might come like this, standing in the middle of his room, not caring if a doctor or nurse walks in on us.

His hands travel up, cupping the back of my head, and I clutch at his arms, drowning in the kiss, drowning in the pleasure of having his mouth on mine again, his solid body wrapped around me.

I whine when he pulls away, his eyes sparkling as he looks down at me. “Let’s go home,” he says.

My heart booms at the sound of that, wanting it, wanting to go home with him so badly. I nod, not trusting myself to speak, trying not to listen to the voice of reason that says this is wrong, so wrong.

That it will complicate things and make telling him the truth all the harder.

Sometimes the lie is so much better than the truth.

Part Three