Chapter 40
It takes a moment for me to realize why I’m awake, even as I stare up at the ceiling of my small cabin. My bed is cool, especially with the blankets kicked down to my feet and my shorts riding up. The wind rattles the frame of my window, and for a few seconds, all I can really do is space out and wake up.
Until my door shuts softly, and I hear a soft breath before it’s locked.
“You’d better be Kayde,” I murmur sleepily, still not really awake. “And if you are, you should know I’m barely awake.”
“You high, baby girl?” It sure as hell is my psychopath, and as I make room for him on the bed, he slides in behind me, one arm around my waist as he drags me back to him.
My brain unhelpfully reminds me of the last time we’d had sex, two nights ago, when he’d gotten off by telling me about murdering his co-captain and promised to drag me to hell along with him so we’d never be apart.
It isn’t romantic.
No matter the arguments my brain is trying to make.
I groan a protest that I barely feel, and my brain registers some shock when I realize he’s already shirtless.
“I’m so high,” I assure him, finally rolling over in his grip. “So sleepy. I was stressed earlier. After Nolan and Alec and…” I make a dismissive gesture at my hand, and thankfully, Kayde doesn’t ask questions.
A beat of silence goes by, then I murmur, “He’s okay, right?”
“More than okay. I talked to Fink after you and Kins went back to the girls. He said Nolan needed a few stitches, but everything is fine. His parents got to the hospital earlier, and Alec’s mom picked him up just after dinner.” I know these things. But hearing Kayde say them softly, in his voice that holds no questions, somehow makes it better.
“I don’t get why he had a knife,” I admit, feeling his hands at my waist sliding upward. With the heat of the day, I’d forgone a shirt, and I’m sleeping only in a sports bra that leaves most of my torso bare. And Kayde seems pretty thrilled about that. “Especially somewhere the kids could get it.”
“Because Shawn’s an idiot,” Kayde reminds me smoothly, hooking his fingers in my bra and pulling it up and over my head before it disappears from my bubble of existence. I’m too high and much too sleepy to know where he’s tossed it, or care. My shorts go next, and it feels like they’re on one moment, and gone the next. Clearly, Kayde has some kind of clothes-removal super power to go with all the others he so unfairly possesses.
“I don’t like you,” I sigh, not realizing quite how that sounds.
“Oh. yeah?” Kayde sounds amused, more than anything. “Why is that, sweetheart?”
“You’re good at too many things. It’s unfair and not…cool.” God, I know I have to sound like such a dumbass, but I really can’t help it. “Makes it hard to hate you.” I definitely don’t mean for that part to come out, and his answering chuckle makes that doubly clear in my head.
“Poor thing.” He doesn’t sound at all apologetic. “Poor baby.”
“I’m going to go back to sleep,” I warn him, opening my eyes to glare up at my ax murderer. “Seriously. I’ll go back to sleep and leave you to talk to yourself.”
“Go back to sleep,” Kayde agrees, rather enthusiastically. In the glimmer of moonlight from my window, I can see his eyes darken, and the predatory smirk on his lips. “By all means. If you’re sleepy, you should sleep.”
“That feels too easy.”
“Does it?” he leans forward as my eyelids droop, nose nudging mine. “Or did you just forget that I love fucking your pretty little cunt while you sleep, hmm?”
Oh.Well, I hadn’t forgotten, exactly. But it’s hard to think through the haze of sleep and the THC that’s still thrumming gently through my nerves.
“I’ll be awake soon,” I promise him, eyes already drifting closed. “I took it a few hours ago. It’ll wear off.”
“Don’t push yourself on my account.” I’m already half out of it again when I feel Kayde push me onto my back, and even the feel of his fingers against my slit isn’t enough to keep me from dozing off again.
Maybe I really should’ve taken half an edible, instead of a full one, if I can’t convince myself to wake up for Kayde to fuck me.
Or maybe I just find the idea of him wrecking me while I’m asleep that much of a fucking turn on, and my brain isn’t in the mood to admit it. Either way, between his soft, sweet touches and the murmur of his voice in my ear, I don’t stand a chance. My brain powers down just as quickly as it had come online, and with a sigh I decide to just say fuck it and let myself drown in the suffocating blackness of THC-aided sleep.
The sounds in my ears are embarrassing, at best. Soft whimpers and pleas that sound like someone else, and only when Kayde shushes me softly do I realize that the embarrassing, shaky noises are coming from me.
“There you are.” Kayde’s voice is just a little bit strained, and when he sinks into me again until his hips are pressed to mine, I realize why. “There’s my sweet girl. Are you back with me, baby?” He tucks my hair back behind my ear, his fingers stroking my cheek. Sometime in the last…however long it’s been, he’s rolled me onto my stomach, and my cheek is pressed into my pillow, hips up and braced on another as he fucks me.
“How long was I out?” I murmur, unable to stop a full body shudder when it hits me how close I am. “Fuck! Fuck, Kayde?—”
“Not so loud.” Kayde chuckles in my ear. “Or your little campers are going to come incinerate me. Just take it for me, baby. You’re doing so well. Don’t you want to come again?”
Again? I have no idea how many times I’ve come already, but now that he says it, I feel like everything in me is on fire. I whimper, fingers clenching the sheets, and bury my face in the pillow under me to try to prevent any louder noises.
“I’m happy you’re awake,” Kayde admits, one hand on my lower back as he fucks me. “I love hearing you whine when I breed your pretty pussy.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, though it’s muffled by the pillow. My body seems to tense when he says shit like that, and suddenly I’m closer than I had been, thanks to the words.
It’s unfair how good he is at this. At knowing what will make me come, and what I want to hear. That, or I’m just fucked up enough that I’m into all the things he is, too. And that’s a sobering thought, if not a completely shocking one by this point.
“I’m gonna come,” I tell him, the whining edge still prevalent in my voice. Without thinking, I try to move, trying to sit up like I’m going to do something other than just take it.
But Kayde’s hand moving from my lower back to between my shoulders ends that attempt very quickly. He presses down, fingers digging in firmly as he pushes me back to the bed under me. “Then you can come right there, writhing on my cock,” Kayde informs me sweetly. “You don’t need to go anywhere, sweetheart. Just let me wreck you, okay? Come for me, Summer.” His voice turns just a little cruel, and his other hand slides along my slit, sinking into me alongside his cock.
“Oh fuck, oh shit.” I’ve definitely never had someone do that before, and the feeling is new, to say the least. I can’t help the whine from building in my throat, nor can I help the way my hips rock against his. Especially when he slides his finger free and instead strokes the pad of his finger over my clit. He swirls over it a few times, before suddenly, sharply, pushing down harder between my shoulders and increasing his already unsteady pace.
That, along with the increased force of him teasing my clit, throws me headlong into my release. Belatedly, I clench my teeth around part of my pillow, eyes screwed shut as I come around his cock while he fucks me. A few soft sobs leave me, and I can feel tears soaking into my pillow seconds before Kayde pulls out, grabs my hips, and flips me over on the bed before resettling himself between my thighs.
And it all happens fast enough that I can barely catch my breath, let alone recover, before he’s sinking into me again. This time, he doesn’t work up to it. His body slides against mine, his chest and face slick with sweat as he fucks me. The movements drag out the echoes of my orgasm, and all I can do is stare up at him from under my lashes as my pussy flutters around his cock and he fucks me like he’ll never get to again.
“Fuck,” he hisses at last, his movements becoming unsteady. He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches out, one arm hooking under my knee and pulling my leg over his shoulder. I barely manage to muffle my cry on his next deep thrust that slides against something in me that makes me see stars, and his grin widens. “Come again for me, baby,” he purrs, a dark edge to his voice. “I want to make this cunt all sloppy. Don’t want you thinking I could’ve done something better or leave you wanting more.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I whimper, twisting my fingers in the sheets. “Kayde, please. It’s too much, I need—” I choke off a scream when his thumb circles my clit once, teasingly, then rubs against me in earnest to push me past the brink of overstimulation.
“Come for me again.” His voice is a low growl, and that only serves to push me higher up the metaphorical cliff.
“Why don’t you?” I mutter, a bit poutier than I mean it to be as my chest heaves with the air I’m sucking in to keep myself alive.
“Oh, I’m going to. Again,” Kayde assures me. “But you’re going to earn it first. Stop fighting me, baby. Stop trying to hold out. And don’t look at me like that unless you want me to make you come twice more before I let you have a break.”
That definitely shouldn’t be as much of a turn on as it is. Yet here I am, moaning at every thrust of his cock and every swipe of his fingers on my clit. When he reaches his other hand up to tease my nipple, I can’t do it anymore. Not when I’m already fighting off so many differing sensations from him.
I shudder through my orgasm, thighs shaking from how hard my muscles are clenched. My heel digs into his shoulder, dragging him closer to me while I fight not to make any noise to alert the girls a room away.
Distantly, I hear Kayde curse. His hand leaves my breasts, though he continues to tease my clit as I ride out the overwhelming waves of my orgasm. Instead, he splays it on my stomach, holding me in place as his rhythm falters.
“God, Summer.” I hear him pant, his movements becoming labored and strained. “You’re just so fucking”—he slams hard into me with a snarl—“perfect.”
My toes curl as he comes, and I’m sensitive enough that I swear I can feel it even more when he presses down over my lower abdomen, mirroring where he’s still seated deep in my body.
“Not really,” I mumble, barely noticing when he drops to his elbows over me, his body pressed to mine. “I’m just Summer.”
“Well, just Summer.” He dips down, and the shock of his tongue trailing up my cheeks to lap up my tears makes me jump under him. “I don’t care what anyone says. You were made for me, and you’re mine. You get that, right? That I’d never, under any circumstance, let another man fuck you?”
“I think that’s called being overly possessive. At least, to make threats about it,” I point out, feeling more awake and clear-headed than I have since he’d entered my cabin. Kayde chuffs and rolls over onto his side, then gets up to rummage around in my nightstand drawers. Not that I really care. Especially when he brings back a soft towel that he uses to clean me up.
“Call it what you want,” he invites easily, wiping the towel over himself before tossing it to the floor. Seconds later, he’s back in the bed with me, his arm slipping around my waist. “I’ll be your monster, if you want. Your psychopath, your ax murderer. I’ll be anything you want me to be, as long as you can be one thing for me.”
“That sounds like a loaded proposal,” I can’t help but quip back in his direction, though I definitely don’t regret it when he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder with a growl. “What do I have to be for you, Kayde?” My hands come up to stroke his forearm, and he holds me tighter in response.
“Easy,” Kayde tells me, and I feel the smile against my shoulder. “I just need you to be mine, Summer. All mine, no matter what. Think you can do that for me?”
I don’t answer at first. Not when I’m so conflicted and still harboring some fear and resentment from…well, everything. “I’ll think about it,” I whisper at last, settling back against him with a small shiver. In response, Kayde tugs the blanket up over us, and nuzzles his face against the mark he’s undoubtedly bitten and sucked into my shoulder.
“I’ll accept that, for now. Do you want me to stay?” The question surprises me enough that I don’t speak, but my hands tighten on his wrist, even though I don’t mean for them to. In response, I hear his soft breath, and a purr of what might be approval. “Okay, Summer,” Kayde whispers in my ear, drawing me back against him with both of his arms around mine until he can situate us so I’m half lying on his chest.
“I won’t go anywhere. So long as you at least consider not running me over with a semi, should you get the chance.”
“No promises,” I reply, glad he can’t see the grin on my face as I close my eyes and breathe in his scent mixed with sex. “But I’ll get back to you when I decide.”