search within (searchwithin) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-03-03 08:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, brianna, brianna x kane, kane |
Who: Brianna and Kane
When: late night/early morn, June 8/9
Where: Juniper Inn
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete Part 2 of 2
That smile made Kane’s lips quirk upward too, and he found that he was glad to have her approval. Plus she was just beautiful, and it was hard not to smile back when a beautiful woman smiled at him. He was content to leave it at that and keep relaxing with her for another few minutes. As his thoughts drifted, he wondered a bit about her husband, her family, if they were even still around. Was she fucking a bunch of different people? Did they have one of those open marriage arrangements? Would she eventually ask him to come fuck her in front of her husband? That idea was too hot to be likely, but Kane had heard some crazy stories. The husband probably had no idea, this was just a standard affair, but that was hot too. She was hot, that was enough. And she didn’t pry into his business, so it made sense to keep doing this. Eventually the urge to piss overrode his comfort level, and Kane let out a little groan before he started to disengage with Red. “You want the shower first?” he murmured.
Brianna made a small noise in her throat that might have sounded like disappointment when he began to move. She might not have been sleepy but she had been comfortable. It was a shame she couldn't stay all night, considering the cost of the room. But she did need to go home, and she did need to shower so she sighed and sat up, pushing her hair back behind her shoulders. "That's fine, unless you want to join me." He might prefer taking a shower solo and that was fine with her too. But the thought of soaping his body down was pretty appealing.
Kane considered it for a couple of steps on his way to the bathroom, then shot her a little half smile. “Sure,” he said. It had been quite a while since he’d taken a shower with a woman, and if she wanted to take the time to enjoy that, why say no? Maybe if they got all touchy-feely on each other with the soap, they could fit another quickie in before she had to go. It never took Kane long to recover, and he felt like he could go for another round if she was game. First he had to piss though, so that’s the first thing he went for when he stepped into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open for Red.
Brianna gathered her discarded clothes and set them on the bed, just to have them in reach when they were finished in the shower. While Owen was doing his business, Brianna plucked the complimentary soap from the sink and pushed back the shower curtain to turn on the water and then the shower itself, her hand under the spray to wait for it to heat up. As she did so, she wondered if James ever brought anyone to Juniper like this. She doubted it though. James would never risk that. All of his extramarital dalliances were conducted out of town, which was probably why he was gone so often. Or had been gone, before Brianna disappeared for nearly four months. It was only a matter of time now before he fell into those old habits again. But now wasn't the time to really sink herself into those thoughts, especially considering she was the one at Juniper, stepping into the shower with a man she'd just had sex with. The motel had been much safer, but Brianna had to admit there was an added element of excitement, being in town where someone might see her. Stupid, sure, but still exciting. "Let me get your back," Brianna murmured to him. Yes, she wanted to get her hands back on his body, but she also wanted to see his tattoos in more detail.
Kane was obviously unconcerned with being seen by anyone. That was Red’s problem if it happened, not his. And if her husband tried to make it his problem? Kane would deal with it. He wasn’t scared of some rich asshole who couldn’t keep his wife in his bed. Observing that sort of shit from the outside was just another reason he thought that he wasn’t built for relationships -- he could never trust a woman to not be doing this behind his back. Or a man, for that matter, they were worse. Not that he judged her for it or was bitter, it was what it was, and he’d made it this long just fine on his own. Kane climbed into the spacious shower after Red, letting his gaze roam down her bare body. Once they’d done the position-shuffle so he could get wet, Kane turned his back to her, passing one hand over his short hair. He tried to think of some small talk to make, but there wasn’t really much within their safe anonymous territory to chat about.
Smoothing the soap over his back, Brianna found herself focused on his tattoos, trying to memorize them in her mind. Maybe she would try to find out what some of them meant. The symbols, where she felt some of the magic. Small talk wasn't something she felt was necessary here. Brianna was more than content with the silence that passed between them. Small talk generally equated talking about the weather - boring - or discussing various things about themselves - off limits. So now Brianna was able to concentrate on what she wanted to do without having to immerse herself in a meaningless conversation. She still made sure to wash him properly, taking her time to not only study the tattoos, but enjoy his skin underneath her soapy hands. The scars underneath the tattoos became evident beneath her fingers. "You run into a lot of trouble, it seems," she murmured, not in a curious way, but just a statement of fact.
Kane’s back had a lot of ink on it, and he knew it looked interesting to most people, especially with all of the Arabic mixed in. He’d gotten them done overseas, in a dark underground place full of opium smoke and prayers he didn’t understand, the artist recommended to him by others in his shady business. But the magic worked -- they kept him under the radar of most monsters, kept him hidden, allowed him to work without being a constant target. Some of them even kept most of his nightmares at bay. If he’d been in that area long enough, Kane probably would’ve been covered head to toe, the list he could think of now of protections he wanted was so long. Kane turned his head very slightly at Red’s comment, aware that she was doing more looking than washing. He didn’t mind too much, it was nice to be seen sometimes. “Yeah well ... there’s a lot of it to be found,” he murmured back. “And most of it don’t like me.”
Thanks to a couple of courses back in the day, Brianna recognized the writing as Arabic but she had forgotten enough that she didn't understand any of what it said. She moved the soap lower still, unable to resist leaning in briefly to press a kiss against the beginning of one of the covered scars. "I would hate to see what the other guys look like," she said, knowing better than to imply it was anything but human. These scars though... knowing what Brianna knew, knowing he had magic embedded in these tattoos, she was willing to bet it hadn't been human, or even a normal animal, who made these marks. "Where did you get these? The tattoos?" He might tell her and he may not, but Brianna couldn't help but ask.
Kane couldn't even remember where all of his scars had come from anymore, especially the ones he didn’t regularly see on his back ... but it was all but a guarantee that nothing human had given them to him. Kane gave a low grunt in answer to her questions and turned around. He hooked one arm around her waist to pull her in close, then turned both of them so that her back lightly hit the wall of the shower. “Why, you thinkin’ of getting some?” he murmured, smirking faintly as his hands slid down to her ass. “Marring up this gorgeous skin?” He tilted his head and leaned in to nibble at the side of her neck. It was an obvious deflection, because he didn’t want to give her any details about the magic in his flesh. He was more interested in the pleasure it could bring at the moment anyway.
Well aware that he was avoiding the question, Brianna decided to let it drop. She saw enough that she felt like she could find something. Or ask someone who might know. It wasn't that she wanted his life story, but she couldn't deny that she was curious about the magic. He knew about people like her, about the darker things that slithered in the shadows... and walked down the street in broad daylight. What would he think if she told him she was a witch? She had no plans to, but it was still an intriguing thought. Brianna tilted her own head, just to give him easier access to her neck. Soft, pleasant tingles raced through her at the nip of his teeth and Brianna slid one soapy hand between her bodies, down until she began to wash and stroke his cock. He had to clean everywhere, after all, didn't he? "No plans," she murmured. "Just curious... a lot of tattoos have stories behind them. Which you don't have to tell me, of course. I like them, though. They suit you."
Oh, the stories his tattoos could tell. Red wasn’t the first person to be curious about them, they did run all the way down the backs of his arms, after all, and a lot of people chatted about their ink as a social lubricant. Kane had even run into one or two people who could actually read the script ... those had been stranger encounters. For another moment he was tempted to give her some details, see if he could shock her a bit, make her disbelieve him. But that seemed riskier to do with a woman he wanted to keep fucking versus an edgy little girl he was giving a ride to. Plus, Red’s hand was suddenly very distracting, coaxing his cock to full hardness again in no time. “Thank you,” he murmured as he made his way up close to her ear. Kane nuzzled and nipped lightly at her earlobe. “I got ‘em in Iraq ... that’s all you get.” He smiled faintly as he slid one hand around to fondle one of her breasts.
"Well, I mean, that's not all I get," Brianna said with mild amusement as he grew hard in her palm. She continued to stroke him and arched a bit into his touch. She knew from some of his tattoos that he had served and she wasn't at all surprised to hear he got his tattoos in Iraq. In a way, Brianna felt like now she knew more about him than he knew of her, as minimal as it was. And she was more than okay with that. In a strange way, it made her feel a bit more in control. Not wanting to move, Brianna fumbled a bit until she was able to set the soap down without dropping it and she used both hands now to explore him, her now free hand cupping his balls and squeezing gently. She was growing less interested in his tattoos now that his body was so close to hers and his mouth was on her skin. Plus, she felt like she had seen enough to be able to try and figure out what some of the Arabic meant. It was likely silly of her to want to know, given how they both wanted to remain more or less anonymous to each other, but it was magic and that was far too intriguing to ignore.
She did know more about him now than he knew about her, but Kane wasn’t fussed about it at the moment. How could he be with soap-slick touching going on and the woman stroking his cock like she wanted more of it. Thousands of service members had served in Iraq, she didn’t know his full name, he had no worries that she would track down his real life. He didn’t think his discharge information was public on the internet, and she likely wouldn’t believe anything else about him anyway. Kane kissed down her neck, giving not-so-gentle bites here and there, his fingers tweaking at her nipple while he groped her ass with his other hand. He couldn’t quite tell if she was getting horny again too or if she was just humoring him, but as long as she let him fuck her again, he didn’t much care. “You want it again?” he murmured, his voice a little rough. Kane rocked his hips a bit against her touch, as if she could mistake what he meant.
Brianna had no real interest in his real life. Just the magic embedded inside of him. She wasn't even sure why beyond pure curiosity. She had denied her own magic for so long but now that it had finally been awakened inside of her, she couldn't deny its pull. Owen might be dangerous but she wasn't scared of him. If anything, knowing that was a possibility just made this all more exciting for her. His teeth sent stinging pleasure down her spine and Brianna forgot all about Arabic and magic. It was difficult to focus on anything beyond the fresh heat throbbing between her legs. Already panting softly, Brianna took his hand from her breast and guided it down to press against her pussy, where she was already slick with arousal again. "What does that tell you?" Brianna took the opportunity to nip sharply at his earlobe, just wanting to leave a mark somewhere on his body.
Kane had started to groan as Red pulled his hand down to touch her pussy, his fingers automatically moving to stroke her clit. When she bit him his breath caught and he pushed his middle finger up into her roughly. Fuck, that stung. Kane pulled back a bit and angled his body away from hers and into the spray of water, hastily rubbing the leftover soap off of his cock. He took his hand back and grabbed hold of both of her hips to turn her around -- he was done being gentle with her. She seemed done with it too, if that bite was any indication. Kane pushed her against the shower wall with his body, nudging her legs further apart with one knee. He took hold of his cock and rubbed it around until he got their bodies lined up right. Leaning his chest against her to keep her pinned to the tile, Kane thrust hard into her, his breath hitching again for a different reason this time.
No, she wasn't wanting to be gentle anymore, not that they were overly gentle with each other in the first place. But she was well aware that their time together tonight was coming to an end and she wanted to go home still feeling him inside of her. So Brianna didn't resist when he turned her around and she brought her hands up to press against the shower tiles, her heart pounding madly in her chest from anticipation. A broken sound escaped her at the first thrust and her eyes closed from the overwhelming wave of pleasure that rolled through her. "Fuck," she breathed, already pushing her hips back to his, too impatient to go slow this time. All Brianna wanted was to feel him pound into her, steal her breath, make her come. She couldn't remember the last time James had taken her with any real ferocity and she needed that now. "Fuck me."
All patience and teasing and pacing for stamina had flown out the window for Kane, and Red seemed to be on the same page, so he released himself from worrying about her pleasure for the moment. The way she pushed back against him was hot as hell, like she was just begging to be fucked rough and hard. Kane would oblige her. He gripped her hip with one hand, and grabbed a fistful of that long red hair with the other. Kane pulled enough to put a pretty bend in her back as he started to fuck her with abandon. Her pussy was still slick and hot and tight, and he thought about how some of that lubrication was the load he’d put into her earlier, and it drew a rough groan out of him. He was going to send her home to her husband practically dripping, and it turned him on something fierce. Kane grunted and moaned, his stance wide while he pounded into the woman.
The hair tug had Brianna hissing through her teeth but like the bites before, it sent an intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure directly into her core. This was what she wanted and she loved that he was giving it to her, no questions asked. There was nothing more infuriating than getting caught up in raw fucking only for some dimwit to ask if she was okay. As aroused as she was at the moment, Brianna found she didn't even care if she didn't come again. She wanted him to leave his mark on her, to send her home to James sore and satisfied. Brianna couldn't help but wonder if James ever fucked any of his whores in the shower like this. If he would ever pull Brianna's hair this way, even if she begged him to. Reaching back with one hand, Brianna gripped Owen's pumping hip, digging her nails into his wet flesh. Given the hard, pounding sensation and how aching her pussy was, it was entirely possible she would come again. She certainly felt herself starting to spiral and she could only hope he would hold out long enough for her to get there too. "That's it," she breathed. "Right there."
He liked that she wasn’t passive, even though he was dominating her -- the light pain from her fingernails in his skin just spurred him on. Kane let out a low growl as the pleasure-pressure built rapidly in his balls. It felt so fucking good, but he’d just climaxed within the last hour, so his body wasn’t in a rush. He could feel the way Red was tightening up around him, obviously enjoying the pounding herself, and he thought he could make her come again. “Fuck yeah,” Kane whispered, leaning back from her a bit. He brought one hand down to crack against her ass, loving the way it made her clench around him, all the while keeping up the quick punishing pace with his hips. He wanted to feel her lose control around him, make her scream, make sure she was still feeling him the next day. “C’mon, you hot piece of ass, come on that fat dick,” he half-moaned.
The delicious sting from his palm only added to the intense stimulation. It was starting to overwhelm her in the best kind of way and Brianna couldn't hold back the cries that only grew in volume, drowning out the sound of the shower. His voice was rough and hoarse with arousal and she found it as erotic as she did everything else he was doing to her. Brianna seemed to be balancing that line between pleasure and pain and still, she wanted more. The beautiful thing was that Owen seemed to know it and he didn't let up or slow down. This felt as much for him as it was for her, maybe more so, and Brianna loved it. Maybe sometimes it felt good to be used. Digging her nails into his hip, Brianna grit her teeth, though it did little to muffle the scream in her throat as her orgasm slammed into her, sending violent tremors down her spine. Every inch was overcome with pulsating pleasure pain and somehow she managed to stay on her feet, despite how weak her knees had suddenly become.
Those cries were so close to pain, it did intense things to Kane’s insides. While he didn’t feel he’d ever outright raped anyone, he’d crossed the line into Too Aggressive territory for some women during sex, and it was beyond good to know that Red could take this level of fucking, at least. Whether she would like him hurting her even more in the future would remain to be seen. As he felt her start to climax, Kane tugged harder on her hair, bending her head back as he kept fucking her hard and fast. The extra pressure and throbbing around his cock felt goddamn divine, especially with his palm still stinging from slapping her ass. Kane gripped her hip hard with that hand, grunting and panting as he worked himself into a pleasure frenzy and fuck did it feel good to let go and let his instinct take over, every muscle singing with effort. It was incredibly rare for him to get to do this. He was almost as loud as she had been by the time Kane felt that telltale clenching in his core. He let go of Red’s hair all at once to grab her waist with both hands and pull her back into his hard final thrusts, watching the impact ripple up her ass. He cried out deeply as he came, slamming into her hard a couple more times while his cock jerked and spilled inside of her.
Well aware that some men might perceive her to be delicate, Brianna found it rather intoxicating when she found a man who didn't treat her as such. She'd always had a high threshold for pain and now she wondered if it was due to her being a fire witch. Maybe that was something else to look into. There was still so much about her abilities that she didn't know. Brianna's body was still trembling from her orgasm when Owen ramped up his own pleasure. Pressing both hands to the shower wall now, she took it, still crying out herself until she felt him swell inside of her and tense. There was no doubt now that she was going to still feel him tomorrow. It was such an erotically charged thought too, knowing she would be walking around at home, sore from the pounding he had given her. James would have no idea. Resting her forehead against the cool shower wall, Brianna focused on regaining some of her breath. The aftershocks of good sex threatened to bring her to her knees, but she managed to stay upright, moaning low in her throat as the remaining frenzy started to fade into soothing satisfaction.
Red indeed took it like a badass ... not that Kane was thinking about her much while his brain was completely flooded with pleasure. At some point he realized he was digging his fingers into her with bruising force and eased up, the last few shivers running through him as he descended again. Fuck, that was always a high that didn’t last nearly long enough. Red had definitely climaxed again too, while Kane was fucking her mercilessly, and that was hot as hell. He already couldn’t wait for next time. With a hum and a low chuckle, he leaned in closer to kiss at her shoulder and the side of her neck, one hand moving to brace against the wall next to hers. It looked so small in comparison. “Goddamn, you are somethin’ else,” he muttered near her ear, giving her a nuzzle as he chuckled again. His breathing was still heavy, but everything was slowing down again. Kane grinned a little to himself. “You should get your husband to eat you out tonight, give him somethin’ extra creamy.” He slid his free hand down to squeeze her ass, fully aware that she would probably not do anything of the kind, but it was dirty-hot for him to think about, so whatever. Kane eased his relaxing cock free and stepped back so she could move.
She was still trying to catch her breath but Brianna still found the energy to open her eyes a bit when she heard his voice in her ear. Honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she had come that hard. Probably at the motel, with him, before she disappeared into hell. How lucky was she now that he had walked into the Back Porch so many months later? His suggestion of having James eat her out tonight prompted a breathless laugh from Brianna's lips before she managed to turn around and face him, pushing her hair back from her face in the process. "You're disgusting," she said, the amusement in her voice evident that she was mostly joking. Brianna leaned in to press a kiss to his lips before she reached for the soap again to get herself cleaned up. Almost belatedly she realized that was the first time he had mentioned her husband in any capacity and it didn't bother her as much as she thought it would.
Feeling positively lazy now, Kane found a spot to stand that was out of Red’s way so she could get cleaned up and use the water first. One of the fun things about hotels was the never-ending hot water. Another was you could make a woman scream and not have to worry about disturbing permanent neighbors. Not that Kane worried overmuch about anyone. He leaned sideways against the tile wall, still smirking as he hummed an agreeable noise to what she said. “You like it, though,” he added in a murmur, letting his gaze drift down over her body. He was disgusting, but at least she’d laughed instead of getting all pissy that he’d dared reference her spouse. Kane was starting to like her more and more, at least as an ideal fuckbuddy. “So you gonna text me again soon, or should I anticipate tryin’ to be patient for another four months?”
Brianna generally liked to linger in the shower, but she made quick work of washing her hair, aware that she would need to blow dry it before returning home and that would take some time too. Turning around to face him, Brianna tilted her head back to start rinsing the shampoo from her hair. She did like it, he was right, but she didn't have to admit it. At least not verbally. The soft smirk on her face was answer enough. Brianna doubted he had gone four months without getting laid and she doubted he had wondered what happened to her beyond the initial curiosity. But none of that mattered because she was here now and she would fight tooth and nail to stay. She huffed a soft laugh and pulled her long hair forward to twist it and start wringing out the soap. "I'm sorry about that. I think I took playing hard to get a little too far. But yes, I'll text you again soon. You have to admit though, it was worth the wait."
Kane just leaned and watched her while she did her shampoo thing, idly wondering how women had the patience for such long hair. Some guys too, of course, but it was much less expected of them. He wasn’t at all eager to tell her that he hadn’t had sex since the last time they’d seen each other, since that would probably sound pretty pathetic. Kane had been busy almost dying and then healing, but Red didn’t need to know any of that. She’d definitely crossed his mind more than once, but he’d concluded that she’d ghosted him, jerked off while thinking about her, then let it go. Her absence obviously had nothing to do with him, so her comment made him chuckle. “I will not argue that,” he murmured, reaching out to gently tweak one of her nipples while she was facing him. “Made up for lost time.”
"Mmm, well, I think there's still a bit more time to make up for, but this is a good start." Brianna slid her hand over his arm and stepped forward to kiss him. If James had been out of town for work this weekend she might have suggested they keep the room for the entire night. It was a shame to waste it. Flicking her tongue against his, Brianna lingered for a moment before pulling away and reached out to pull the shower curtain out of the way so she could climb out and get a towel. She still felt wide awake, despite the late hour and she thought about slipping into a hot bath when she got home, just to relax and maybe ensure that she was fully clean. "Are you working now?" Brianna asked while wrapping a towel around her body. "Do you have flexible hours?"
He was more than happy to kiss her back, the teasing touch of her tongue drawing another soft chuckle out of him. Kane didn’t often doubt his sexual prowess, but it was always good to have such an obvious reassurance that his partner fully enjoyed themselves. He wanted to keep fucking Red, so he had to keep her coming back for more. Once she’d gotten out of the shower, Kane stepped in under the water and grabbed the soap to do his own washing. “Yes, and yes,” he told her over the shower curtain. They were simple, non-detailed questions, so he didn’t mind being truthful. “I make my own hours. So just lemme know.” He didn’t want to sound too eager, but ... whatever. Kane wasn’t trying to play games with her, he would rather just be straightforward.
He made his own hours. It was an instinctive thing, human nature really, to want to ask him what he did. The question was right there on her tongue before Brianna caught herself. No major details and honestly, she didn't want to know. She was even resisting the urge to go back into the bedroom and feel around in his pockets, just to see if there was anything there to look at. The curiosity would come and go, but everything would be fine as long as she didn't act on it. Beyond those tattoos, of course. "I make my own hours too," she told him, using a smaller towel to get the excess water from her hair. And if James started going out of town again, she wouldn't have to rush home after the fact. Belatedly, Brianna realized she didn't have a brush, but was what it was. She would use her fingers to at least make her hair look presentable. Setting the towel to the side, she pulled the hair dryer from where it was anchored to the wall and began the tedious job of trying to get her hair dry enough that it wouldn't raise suspicion when she got home.
Kane’s perfunctory scrub-down didn’t take long, and by the time Red had started up the hair dryer, he was twisting the knobs to turn the water off. Kane pushed the shower curtain back and reached for a towel for himself. He didn’t often hang out for long with his sexual partners, and the loneliest part of him kept him glancing over at the towel-wrapped woman blowing her hair out. It was weirdly intimate, something she probably did all the time at home around her husband, just a normal human grooming thing. Kane had just never had a wife or live-in girlfriend or anything of the kind to see something so mundane very often, it felt privileged somehow. He finished drying off and hung the towel up on the rack again, padding past Red with a light touch to her hip. Back in the room proper, he found his clothes and started to pull them back on. He planned to use the room for the rest of the night, but he still had to take Red back to her car at the Porch. He kind of wished she’d driven too so she could just leave on her own, but he wasn’t going to be a dick about it. Nor would he dream of making any woman walk alone at night in this fucking hellhole.
Brianna didn't think much about the intimacy of what she was doing. She needed to return home looking as normal as possible and frankly, if she and Owen planned to continue these trysts, she would need to make sure she had what she needed to clean up if James was in town. Eventually she got her hair dry enough to not raise suspicion and she replaced the hair dryer before joining him in the other room. Tugging the towel from her body, she tossed it gently onto the bed and began to gather her clothes to get dressed. When she finished, she sat to pull on her shoes and rummage around in her purse to reapply some lipstick. "Do you want some money for the room?" Brianna stood, ready to go, and smoothed her hair back behind her shoulders.
Kane was dressed and messing around with his phone by the time Red was putting her clothes on -- something too tragic for him to really watch. It was so much nicer to peel them off. He stood up when she did, rolling his shoulders and neck a bit in a stretch. He gave a good-natured little scoff and shook his head. “Naw,” he said. “I’ll come back and use it for the rest of the night anyway.” He almost said it was way nicer than his apartment, but that felt like giving away too much, so Kane bit his tongue on it. He flashed her a little grin instead. “You can get the next one.” He picked up his jacket and slipped into it, made sure he had the room key, then opened the door for the woman.
"Oh, good. Then it won't go to waste." Not that it really had, since they had put it to good use. But she was more than fine with paying the next time. She had the briefest regret that she could sleep there overnight but she hadn't slept beside a man who wasn't her husband since he became her husband. Halfway down the hall, Brianna pulled up short as a thought occurred to her. "Since you're staying the night, I can always call for a ride, or walk. I honestly don't mind. It doesn't make a lot of sense for you to leave and then have to come back here." Yes, she was aware of how dangerous that could be but she felt more than capable of taking care of herself should something sneak out of the shadows.
He stopped walking when she did, turning to look back at her with a raised eyebrow. Kane had tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, and he spread them a bit. “I drive back here, I drive home ... it’s all the same to me,” he said. “I don’t mind. If you’re sick’a me though, I’d rather you call a ride than walk. It’s late.” He had no idea if this woman knew about the real dangers that lurked out there in the dark, but there was no way in hell he was just going to let her stroll out to walk all that way on her own. Unaware of her power, she just seemed like a normal human woman to him, a lamb to slaughter for some of the beasts out there. “Ridin’ with me’s just cheaper and stays off your card statement.” Kane gave her a lopsided smile.
Brianna chuckled softly. "If I'm sick of you... no, I just realize that you're probably tired and driving me back to the bar is a pain in the ass. I don't want to give you any reason to ignore my text messages in the future, after all." She started walking again, more than okay with the ride if he was really willing to give her one. He was right though, she would rather not have any ride shares or taxis show up on her credit card or bank statement. Brianna had the thought that maybe she ought to start carrying some cash around, just in case. Brianna handled most of the finances at home, but James still had access.
As he started walking with her, Kane made a dismissive noise and slung his arm around her shoulders to pull her in and kiss her temple. “You are worth multiple pains in my ass, no question,” he murmured. Maybe that was too much to admit, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was declaring an undying devotion or anything, Kane would just make an effort if it meant getting to fuck her again. The sex was just that good, hopefully for both of them. He let her go as they neared the staircase, dipping his fingers into his jeans pocket to pull his keys out.
Well, that was certainly a lovely boost to her ego. She was sure a man like him didn't have much trouble finding people to sleep with but she felt like their sexual chemistry was strong enough that she didn't feel as though he was simply paying her lip service. Even though the girl at the front desk was currently slumped over the front counter, scrolling her finger against her phone without any real awareness of who or what was around her, Brianna still let her hair fall to curtain the side of her face as she and Owen descended the stairs. It really was a shame that there wasn't a decent motel within driving distance. Thankfully the employees here seemed to have no interest in what was actually happening.
Kane didn’t even glance at the front desk girl as they walked past, she had become almost as invisible to him as the other way around. He held the door for Red and hit the button on his key fob to unlock the SUV. Soon enough they were inside and on their way back to the Porch. Kane turned on the radio but kept it low in case Red wanted to chat. There wasn’t much they could discuss without getting into risky territory though, so he tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t require much personal information. “What was your favorite cartoon as a kid?” Kane asked, glancing over at her.
Brianna was more than okay with the silence. She was pretty adept with small talk, given her job, but she also loved it when she didn't have to push things, and maintaining emotional distance from this man was the perfect excuse to just leave things be. So when he asked her about cartoons, Brianna blinked a couple of times in surprise before her lips pressed together in a faint smile. Maybe this was his way of sussing out her age? She didn't really know but she decided to humor him. "I watched The Smurfs when I was really young but... honestly, my favorite cartoon that I can remember was Thundercats... with maybe a little She-Ra mixed in there," she admitted, her smile becoming a bit more genuine. "What was yours?"
It wasn’t a purposeful dig for information, just something light they could reminisce over. Kane had already figured they were around the same age, even if Red looked great for early forties. The cartoons she named made him grin a bit. “Thundercats was badass,” he said with a chuckle. “I was really into GI Joe and the uh, Ninja Turtles. Stereotypical boy, I guess, I wanted to learn kung fu and kick the shit outta Nazis. My dad dug the older ones though, so it was a lotta Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd too.” Sitting on his dad’s lap to watch cartoons, even the ones he thought were so boring as a kid, was one of the best memories Kane had with his old man. Thinking about it now made him want to stop by his mom’s place on the way back to Juniper. She would be deeply asleep at this hour, but that was okay. He could just check in on her, watch her breathe for a little while, then go.
Brianna couldn’t recall her dad ever watching cartoons, even with her. He had been into war documentaries more than anything else. “My brother loved the Ninja Turtles,” Brianna said with a soft laugh. “He tried to crawl down into the sewer once, so he could find them. My mother grounded him for a week.” Strange how that memory rose so abruptly. She had thought about those things in years. Probably because she hadn’t spoken to her family in years. A card here and there but they had more or less shunned her after she married James. “Did you ever learn kung fu?” Brianna asked, keeping her voice light.
Kane chuckled over the little story about her brother. His father would’ve beaten the piss out of him instead of grounding him ... if he’d bothered to notice. Kane’s upbringing had been a strange mix of ‘run wild’ and ‘punished for everything,’ depending on how drunk the old man was. Maybe that was why he led such a fucked up existence now. Not that Kane was the type to blame every bad thing in his life on his parents, he knew very well he’d invited tons of it in himself. “Naw, better,” he drawled in answer, giving a little huff. The bar wasn’t too far away now, so he left it at that, content with just the low music and her company until they arrived.
"Better than kung fu," Brianna said, looking both amused and impressed even as she turned her gaze from his to the window. "You make it hard for a girl to resist asking questions." But she was fine with leaving it at that. Now he knew her favorite cartoon as a kid and that was quite enough for the night. As they neared the bar, Brianna found her keys in her purse, thankful that she was still feeling alert enough to drive home. The sex had been pretty vigorous, yet she wasn't exactly tired. That meant she could probably take a hot bath alone for a bit before joining James in bed, unless he was still awake doing whatever it was he did. "Thank you for tonight," Brianna said. "I'll be in touch."
Once he’d parked the car, he tossed a quick glance around to make sure there was no one hanging around outside, then leaned in toward Red. Kane took her jaw in his fingers to turn her head toward him and kissed her one more time, a lingering and thorough kiss, then pulled back. He just couldn’t help himself, who knew how long it would be until next time. Plus it was always good to leave them wanting a bit more, wasn’t it? Kane licked his lips and sat back. “Take it easy, Red,” he murmured. “Good to see you again.” That didn’t even begin to describe it, but now wasn’t the time for getting all gushy. She had to get back to her husband and her life.
The kiss was the perfect way to end the night and it left her lips feeling a bit tingly and wanting more. For a brief moment, she visualized unzipping his pants and climbing into his lap, but it was late and she couldn't return home smelling like another man. Still, it would be nice to taste him on her lips for the drive home. They had said their goodnights so she climbed out of the SUV and headed for her car. While she knew better than to say so to his face, Brianna was already thinking about when to text him next. Given that she could still feel him between her legs, Brianna knew it wasn't going to be too long.