Only Pleasure (Bound Hearts #10)

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He turned and stepped toward the door.

"Drew." Chase stopped him as he passed the end of the bed. The other man turned back to him. "Thank you for being there. For seeing what I missed when she stepped into that elevator."

Drew's lips quirked. "You weren't the only one worried." Then he nodded and turned and walked out of the room.

Chase stared down at Kia and whispered another prayer. A thank-you.

Other than the concussion and some bruising, she was going to be fine. She would be out of the hospital in the morning and home where she belonged. In their home. In his bed.

"Hey, bro. Dinnertime." Cameron swaggered into the room, a greasy bag in one hand, two cups of coffee in a holder in the other.

He looked at Kia, his gaze flashing with compassion before his attention was distracted by his fiancée moving in behind him.

"Is she asleep?" Jaci whispered, her big green eyes concerned.

They had stuck by him the past two days, Cameron and Jaci, sleeping in the chairs in the hallway or stretching out on the couch in the waiting room when they could. They hadn't left until that evening to rest and shower before coming back.

Khalid had a bodyguard outside her door just in case there was further trouble and another doctor had been flown in from New York to consult with Sanjer, just to be on the safe side.

Friends surrounded her. Ian and Courtney, Ella and James, Terrie and her husband, Jesse. They had all been there. Even Devril, Lucian, and Tally had cut their vacation short to return home and visit her in the hospital. Saxon and Marey, friends of Chase's who Kia hadn't met yet, had called several times from where they were visiting with Sax's family in California, and Kimberly and Jared had been in to see her several times. Flowers filled the room, and he hoped she felt the friendship.

She would never be alone again, Chase promised himself. No matter what happened, there would always be friends surrounding her.

"Come on, Chase. Coffee and food." Cameron tapped his shoulder, drawing his attention. "She's going home tomorrow, and everything's going to be fine."

"She's coming home." And he could finally believe it. Finally, that lonely, dark apartment full of the memories of a life that had ended when he was a child would be a home.

Because of Kia. Because she had taken pleasure and turned it into love. Because she had filled his heart, just as he knew she was going to fill his life.

It wasn't only pleasure anymore. Hell, Chase knew, it never had been.

Epilogue

A WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS

Kia stepped out of her parents' limo, her little shopping bag rolled up carefully in her overlarge purse and her heart lighter than it had been in years.

She was still bruised. Her face was healing, but she looked like a human punching bag beneath the makeup. Her mother and aunt had known the right person to call to help cover the bruising so she could finish her Christmas shopping.

"I'm walking you to the elevator," her father informed her, coming out of the limo as the chauffeur helped her out. "You should have let me call Chase and let him know you were here."

He was frowning at her steadily, watching her as though she were an invalid.

"When are you going to accept I'm fine, Daddy?" She smiled up at him, though she held on to his arm, mostly because he kept putting her hand back there.

"When that bruise on the side of your face heals. When I stop having nightmares over seeing you on the gurney, being loaded into an ambulance, too hurt to protest it."

She grimaced. "Fine. Do you want to go upstairs with me?"

"I'll let you do that on your own." He grunted. "I remember the last time I came upstairs without letting Chase know."

Kia almost laughed, and flushed instead. Her father had walked in on them as Chase was stalking her around the living room. She had been dressed. Chase hadn't been.

"But I'm not with him." She laughed.

"Why tempt fate?" her father growled. "That boy ain't near as pretty naked as he is dressed."

No, but he was a damned sight sexier naked. Kia kept that thought to herself.

She let her father open the elevator and check it out before she stepped inside.

"Love you, Daddy," she told him with a wide smile as he closed the barred door.

"Love you, sweetie," he told her as the elevator slid silently to the second floor.

She held her purse in her hands, her presents tucked securely into it, and let a frown flit across her brow. She had been out of the hospital for over a week, and her injuries hadn't been more serious than a few deep bruises. Still, Chase was treating her like an invalid.

And she could feel the tension growing in him, and in herself, she thought. She hadn't believed him when he told her that the hunger for the pleasures he had shown her wouldn't go away. That she would need the third he could bring to their bed as much as he would need to see her with one.

But it was growing, rising, and nothing else was stilling the knowledge of what Chase needed, or the knowledge of what she was growing to need as well.

It was a strange feeling, loving Chase as she did, to the very bottom of her soul, and realizing that they were sharing a need that they should have considered abnormal.

His need to see another man take her. Her need to be taken as he watched. To stare into his eyes, to be touched along every inch of her body at the time, to be taken in ways that could be achieved only with that third.

There were times that the thought of it still wasn't comfortable, but the hunger for it was growing.

When the elevator stopped, she stepped outside, then paused, listening. She could hear a male grunting, a curse, a less than polite insult.

She moved to the doorway, peeked around it, and her eyes widened in shock and surprise.

"Dammit, Chase, this bastard still isn't straight." Khalid cursed as he struggled to hold upright a huge, at least eight-and-a-half-foot tall live Christmas tree. "How the hell did you manage to talk me into this insanity? Why couldn't you do as I did and simply hire someone for this?"

"Hell, maybe I don't have Daddy's megabucks like you do," Chase snapped irritably from where he lay, stretched out on his back, beneath the tree. "Straighten it and hold it steady so I can lock it in here."

"Steady it? Have you lost your senses, Falladay? You didn't buy a tree, you bought a damned forest with this monster."

"Khalid, steady the damned tree or I'm kicking your ass off the fucking balcony. It's a long way down."

Khalid grimaced, struggling to hold the tree in place and keep it straight as Chase did whatever he was doing to keep it from shifting and Khalid from cursing.

It was a monster Christmas tree. Beautiful, with huge, full, dark-green branches. Around it was a multitude of Christmas decorations, strands of lights, and even a few wrapped boxes.

It was a week before Christmas, and Kia had forgotten about the tree. She hadn't forgotten about the present. It was the reason for her trip out with her parents today, because the present was for Chase, and he had dug his heels in at the thought of her going alone.

"There. Okay, let's try it," Chase announced from beneath the tree.

Khalid's expression was skeptical, though he let go of the huge fir slowly, watching it critically, then he gave it a little nudge when it obviously wasn't toppling to the floor.

Chase slid from beneath the branches. There was a scratch on his cheek, his dark hair was mussed, and he hadn't shaved that morning. He looked like a too sexy pirate, and she wanted a bite of him, desperately.

Khalid looked around the room. "Please tell me you hired someone to decorate this monstrosity." He shuddered in a mock attempt at fear. "Otherwise, I'm going to fear for your sanity."

"Start fearing," Chase muttered as he stepped around the tree, studied it, and stepped back to the front. "Okay, it's straight. We can start on the lights."

Khalid appraised him coolly. "You may start on that alone. I believe I'll grab a beer and merely watch."

"Fine, I'll yell at your chauffeur and his little coffee sidekick and see if they want to help me."

Khalid paused.

"You wouldn't be so cruel."

Chase grunted at that. "You know, Khalid, you're getting lazy," he pointed out. "A Christmas tree wouldn't have fazed you last year."

"Not lazy, merely more efficient." Khalid smiled and stared at the tree. "Perhaps I'm allergic to evergreens."

"I'll get you some antihistamine," Chase promised, entirely unconcerned. "Now, where the hell do we start on these lights?"

"This will have benefits, correct?" Khalid bent and plucked a twig off the floor. "A nice Christmas present? Something besides your normal can of cookies that you present each year?"

Chase frowned. "They're good cookies."

"They're cheap cookies, Chase," Khalid pointed out. "I priced them. Under five dollars. It's an insult."

"Beats that lump of coal you had wrapped in the box you gave me last year," Chase snarled. "And what the hell are you doing pricing my Christmas presents?"

Khalid's brow lifted. "I, of course, need to know whether or not to purchase the coal, which, I will remind you, now costs more than your can of cookies, or whether I should get more extravagant and actually put myself out in the choosing of your present." Khalid made a pretense of studying the ceiling.

"Don't put yourself out," Chase said irritably. "You might strain something."

Kia was on the verge of giggles. She couldn't help it. She couldn't believe the two of them. Staring at that tree, obviously procrastinating, dreading the work of arranging the lights so much that they were arguing instead.

Enough torture was enough, though.

"I know how to put the lights on." She stepped around the corner, dropping her purse on the table by the doorway and grinning back at them.

Tension immediately filled the room, and it wasn't just sexual.

Khalid, casually elegant in dark silk slacks and a shirt, tensed, almost dangerously. His black eyes hardened for a moment, his expression tightening as Chase turned quickly to her.

Something wasn't right.

She stared back at the two of them, feeling dread creeping inside her. There was an air of something here, something she could see in Chase's eyes that could hurt her.

Foreboding swept over her. Had she been reading him wrong? Had she somehow mistaken his lust for something deeper, after all?

He had told her he loved her, just that morning. Surely he hadn't changed his mind, no longer than it had taken her to go shopping?

She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin.

"Well, perhaps I should have eavesdropped a bit longer." She stepped fully into the room. "How is it that a woman always knows when a man, or men, as the case may be, are hiding something?"

She didn't back down when it came to Chase. She had always backed down in her marriage, always given Drew his way. She didn't do that with Chase. She wasn't going to start now.

Chase grimaced. "I'm not hiding a damned thing except your Christmas present." He shot Khalid a warning glance as the other man moved to the kitchen and pulled one of the horribly expensive beers he preferred from the refrigerator.

"It's a very nice present, too," Khalid said in an attempt at humor that fell ridiculously fiat. "Much better than a tin of cookies."

He stared at the beer before lifting it and taking a drink.

Kia watched Chase suspiciously as he moved to her and gave her a soft, lingering kiss. "We wanted to surprise you with the tree." He smiled, but there was something in his eyes when he looked back at Khalid that had her breathing in deeply, and it had nothing to do with his need to share her with the other man.

"I'll have you know, I never buy tins of cookies." She moved farther into the room, stepping over decorations and multicolored lights. "I'm not stupid either. What's up with you two?"