Page 30 of The Enforcers: KANE

Rachelle was going to put a stop to that. She’d get him to participate, or she’d die trying.

She chose a pickle from the pile of weapons. Then she grabbed Kane’s hand and dragged him to the water.

“You really don’t have to do this,” he said, clearly hoping she wouldn’t.

“Fuck that,” she said cheerfully. “I’ve trash-talked, and now you have to help me make good on it.”

He looked at her sideways, a tiny grin maybe starting at the corner of his mouth.

“Really,” he said. “And your trash-talk is my responsibility because…”

“You invited me here. I’m your guest,” she said. “And you kissed me, so that makes this a date.”

“You kissed me.”

“Potato, potahto. We kissed, so it’s a date, which means you have to try to please me, and defend my trash talk.”

“Who made those rules?” he asked.

Rachelle rolled her eyes. “Everybody knows about those rules.”

He shook his head, but he allowed her to pull him into the water.

Baby steps.

* * *

Kane couldn’t believe he’d been talked into playing rock ‘em sock ‘em sausages with his fucking idiot pack. But Rachelle was insisting, and he knew that when she set her mind on something—no matter how idiotic—everybody else might as well just give up.

And he had to admit, the idea of having her sitting on his shoulders, his head between her gorgeous thighs, was pretty appealing.

Especially after that kiss.

Why had she done that? And she’d said this was a date, too. Was she serious, or was that more goofing around? Did he even want it to be a date? Did she?

All he knew was that he wanted to be near her. And that Wolf liked having her nearby. Wolf wasn’t quite as angry lately—he hadn’t needed to bleed anyone or kill anything since the night Kane and Rachelle first talked.

“Hey! Kane!” Someone splashed him.

Oh, right. They were starting.

Kane clasped his hands behind his back, giving Rachelle a leg up, and she climbed onto his shoulders.

She was fitting right in with the group, still waving that ridiculous pickle and trash-talking. It was cute.

At least, it was when he wasn’t distracted by the feel of her skin, the softness of her thighs...

He was glad the water came up past his waist, so the boner that was growing inside his shorts wasn’t obvious to everyone. The smell of her skin made him want to sink his teeth into her. Or his cock. He wished he could just walk out of the water and into the woods, pull her legs over his shoulders for real and bury his tongue in her pussy—

A whistle blew, and the battle was on.

Emma almost knocked Rachelle off Kane’s shoulders while he was still lost in thinking about her pussy. At the last second he grabbed her legs, her silky skin slick with water.

He wanted this fight to be over, and he wanted it to last forever, if it meant he could hold onto her.

Surprisingly, they made a great team once Kane got his head together. Rachelle seemed to anticipate his moves as he dodged and weaved. She disarmed Emma with a tricky twist of her pickle, disqualifying her and Jace. Rachelle pumped her fist.

“The gherkin rules!” she shouted. “Fear the mighty gherkin!”