Page 157 of Lucky 14

No answer.

Trying to catch my breath, I dart up to my room to grab my coat. I’ll find Sawyer myself and tell him it’s off.

When I get upstairs and approach the room, I hear muffled sounds. There’s an ooof of breath, and it sounds like someone is…getting attacked?

Oakley. Oakley’s getting attacked.

Fear burns hot in me, and I boot the door open, charging in to see Kyan is on top of Oakley, hair loose around his face, grinning down at him.

“You’re a little brat, you know that?”

“Get off me.” Oakley’s protest is weak as Kyan pins both of his hands in one.

Wait. No one’s getting hurt? I slow as Oakley turns to look at me.

“Holli.” He moves as if to get up, but Kyan holds him down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kyan takes his free hand and tickles under Oakley’s armpit, making Oakley squirm. Oakley fights, bucking Kyan off slightly, but not enough to get away.

Oakley is okay, and Kyan is here. The realization sinks into my bones, and I sag a little bit.

“Lend me a hand?” Kyan tickles Oakley again, and this time Oakley arches off the bed, a mixture of a protest and a laugh coming out. Kyan looks at me, those piercing dark eyes sparkling with mischief.

A…hand?

“I’ll hold him, you put a finger in his ribs.”

“What?” Oakley gasps.

“Well, Holli’s been looking at you all week like she wants to rip your balls off. Figured you’d like this better?” Kyan is tickling what he can reach of Oakley’s side, and Oakley thrashes.

“No! Stop.” But Oakley is laughing.

Kyan laughs with him, arching an eyebrow at me. Their laughter mingling together is sexy, even if Oakley’s is tinged with a bit of panic. It’s terrifying how much I like hearing Oakley laugh. It’s like it reaches into my soul and soothes the wound that’s been red-hot all week.

I should go. I should walk into the dark hallway. Sit in the bad. Let the memories overwhelm me. And yet…I know that isn’t healthy.

Their chemistry is like tiny lights in the darkness, the two fireflies that light up in the storm, dancing together. The glimpse of good in all the bad. I’ve never seen them…together like this. Kyan is the control to Oakley’s chaos, keeping him in line without dulling his flame. They fit together so seamlessly.

And I can’t look away.

“I don’t know what you did, but you’re gonna apologize to her.” Kyan leans down to nibble on Oakley’s nipple through his shirt.

My heart is racing for multiple reasons, but not because I feel sick anymore. Tingling is moving through my limbs, and I feel damn near giddy. Oakley is safe. There’s a chance we can be okay.

“Sorry!” Oakley gasps.

“You can do better than that. Holli, get his feet.”

His feet?

“No!” Oakley clasps his feet together and giggles as Kyan bites into his side. For a second, I allow myself to consider what Kyan is offering me. Some level of payback without actually hurting him?

Kyan looks at me, searching my face. Then, he smirks. “It’s just sex,” Kyan says. “You can go back to being mad at him when we’re done.”

Oakley flashes a wounded look at Kyan.

Kyan ignores him. “Do you know what I saw when I met him?”