Chapter Seven
Kade’s fingers twirl absent-mindedly through a lock of my hair. He’s still deep inside me, now fully hard again. He’s watching my face with a look of absorbed, careful interest. Which is almost as intense as the other major detail rocking my world right now. The one that has to do with the fact that, if he started moving again, I could come very easily. I will come, if he grips me, or touches me, or thrusts with the smallest amount of intent. I’m sore but it’s a pain that’s buffered by a heavy, laden pleasure. His big cock, with it’s ridged veins and enormous, silky rigidity feels seriously good .
“Tell me about why you came to Nashville,” he says. “Who are you looking for?”
You. I was looking for you.
“Besides me.” We both laugh a little and— oh, hell —just that slight adjustment makes me sigh softly. I’m so close.
He has a knack for reading my mind. It turns out the wild infusion of endorphins pumping through my veins isn’t just a happiness elixir, it’s a truth serum. My soul feels wide open. With his big body wedged thickly inside me and his brawny arms wrapped protectively around me, I feel safe.
“I’m adopted,” I tell him. “Which isn’t really a big deal. Except that sometimes it feels like a big deal.”
He waits a few seconds. Then he lightly kisses my lips. “Keep going.”
“My parents were always open with me about it and it was a detail of my life that mostly felt ... normal, I guess. I’ve always known about it and there was never a day that they sat me down and sprung it on me. It was just there. It was a part of who I was. Eighteen months after I was born my mother got pregnant with my sister and it was a surprise to them, that they could have a baby after so many years of not being able to. So I’m the only one in my family who’s not related by blood.”
“I can imagine that would feel sort of heavy sometimes.”
Here we are, having this deep and meaningful conversation while his cock is hard and hot inside me but also sort of comfortingly waiting there, filling me, feeding me warmth and anticipation while he listens to my most closely-held secrets.
He’s changing me. With his patience. With his husky, easy voice and his blue eyes with all their complicated layers of lust and compassion and kindness and enlightenment and hot sex.
I find myself telling Kade Tucker things I’ve never told anyone. The gravity behind his expression and the wild intimacy of this moment makes me want to. “It does feel heavy. I’ve never met anyone else who was adopted and it’s not something I talk about with my sister or my friends because they can’t really relate to it. My parents and I have talked about it over the years. But I never wanted them to feel like there was anything wrong with what we have or that anything’s missing. They’re good parents, they always have been. So I don’t like to bring it up. But whenever I think about it, it always feels sort of raw and overly-emotional. It sneaks up on me when I’m least expecting it. Late at night. Or in random moments. It’ll just hit me out of the blue that I actually don’t know who I am or where I come from. I don’t know anything about the people who made me. I’ll probably never know why they did what they did, but for some reason ... they didn’t want me. They gave me away. To total strangers. It turned out to be great and fine and my family is wonderful. But how could they have done that? How could anyone take their three day old baby and just hand it over? Without having a clue about what was going to happen to it? To me ? I just ... I don’t know how anyone could do something like that. And the whole thing has a way of making me feel like I’m not completely whole, because something sort of huge is just ... missing. I wonder if they think about me. If they wonder about who I am and where I am and what happened to me. I mean, I think they must. But I’ll never know for sure. It’s something I think about every single day. Where are they? Who are they? Who am I?”
I realize my eyes are overflowing with tears. One paints a warm line down my cheek. I didn’t mean to admit all that and it feels painful but at the same time cathartic, to let it out. Kade’s watching me and his eyebrows are furrowed in the middle, like he’s deeply affected by my tears.
“Sorry,” I say softly. “I always get emotional when I talk about this. That’s why I usually just keep it to myself.”
“It’s good to talk about it.” Kade wipes my tear with his thumb. “I can understand why that would feel incredibly hard sometimes. To not know.” For some reason, this helps. His dark, masculine-edged empathy is filling a hole in me, where my loneliness lives. When it comes to this topic, there’s a lot of it. It’s lonely because I’ve never had anyone to gush to about it. Until now. “Do you think they might be in Nashville?” he asks.
“Yes. I did a search. I contacted the adoption agency. The woman I spoke to sent me a letter just the other day. There wasn’t a lot of information on file.” I pause because I still haven’t fully processed my new discovery. But it’s dreamy Kade who’s asking. The magic man. And even though I just met him, because of the way he’s looking at me right now, I know I can trust him with this piece of myself. He’ll be careful with me. He’ll enlighten me. He’ll help me. He’ll take care of me. He’ll make love to me as he’s doing all these things. So I keep talking. “My mother’s first name was Madeline. She had green eyes.”
“Like you.” He seems as intrigued by this information as I was.
“Yes. Even just that one detail felt important when I found out because ... well, my parents and my sister all have brown eyes. Practically everyone I’ve ever met has commented on the color of my eyes.”
“Because they’re incredibly green,” he says.
“Both my birth parents were from Nashville, the letter said, and so were their families. So I knew I needed to come see it for myself, even though I’ll probably never find them. There weren’t any last names or contact details. Just a few lines about their hobbies and their parents’ occupations. They were both young when they had me.”
“How young?”
“My mother was seventeen and my father was eighteen.”
“And you’re twenty-one. So your birth mother would be thirty-eight now. Her name is Madeline, she has green eyes and she lives in Nashville. That’s actually a lot of information.”
I shrug a little. “I can’t really wander the streets looking for a green-eyed woman who’s in her late thirties.”
“What were her parents’ occupations?”
It already feels like he’s ... invested. He’s also actually ... fucking me right now and he’s very hard and very deep and the combination of all of the above is ridiculously intense. “Restaurant owner and administrative assistant.”
Kade is quiet for a few seconds. “You know, I caught up with my cousin Gage and his new fiancée Luna over Christmas.”
I’m not sure why he’s bringing this up now but I wait to hear what he’s going to say.
“They were telling me this story about how Luna’s friend Josie had a one night stand with a guy one night in Key West where they own a bar and Josie ended up getting pregnant.”
“Wow.”
“With twin boys.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah. They had this one night stand and then went their separate ways. And soon after that Josie found out she was knocked up. And all she knew about the guy was that his first name was Noah and that he was from California.”
“Oh no.”
“Luna and Josie searched online for weeks to try to find him but there are a lot of people named Noah in California. It was like searching for a needle in a haystack.”
I’m listening intently now, starting to get the gist of why he might be telling me this story. “What did they do?”
“Well, Gage knows this private investigator who’s apparently very good at tracking people down. So they gave him all the information they had to see if he might be able to find Noah, so she could at least call him and tell him he was about to become a father.”
“Did they find him?”
“The private investigator looked through all the bank statements from the bar Luna and Josie co-owned, because he’d had dinner there and drinks and so on. And the private investigator also checked out the hotel reservations over that weekend of all the hotels in Key West. He was able to narrow the search down to seven people, all from California, all named Noah.”
“Really?”
“Somehow he was able to find out their addresses, phone numbers, drivers license photos, everything. He even knew what kind of cars they drove and what type of dogs they owned.”
“Wow.”
“So he sent all this information to Josie so she could look through this list of these seven guys to see if one of them was her Noah.”
I can hardly breathe because by this point I want so badly for one of them to be her Noah. “Was one of them him?”
“Out of the seven on the list he gave Josie, Noah was the sixth one.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“It was him and he lives in Big Sur. He’s an architect, he drives a Jeep and he has a dog named Whiskey.”
My eyes are pooling with tears again because I’m just so happy to hear that she found him. It also gives me a feeling of wide-open hope. If Josie can find her Noah ... then maybe I can find ... them . And I think that’s exactly what Kade is getting at . “What did she do? Did she call him?”
Kade pauses again to wipe my tears away. He gets an anguished expression on his face when I cry, like it hurts him. Like my pain is something he needs to deal with personally, and undo. And damn , I’m falling so hard and so fast for Kade Tucker, I’m starting to wonder how I’m going to walk away from him. I’ve known him for a grand total of five hours and I’m having a hard time envisioning my life without him. He’s inside me. He’s wiping my tears. He’s listening to my story and he’s about to figure out how to solve some of the questions that have plagued my entire life. Everything about him feels like ... a match. Like some divine destiny crashed into my life today in the form of the magical Kade Tucker.
I’m not sure what to do with this life-altering revelation right now. First, I need to know how this story ends. “Did she call him?”
“She did. She called him and he answered on the third ring.”
“He did ? ”
“He did. She told him she was expecting twins. And that she didn’t expect anything from him but she just wanted him to know that in a few months he was going to be a father.”
“What did he say? Please say he didn’t hang up on her.”
“No. He was happy to hear from her.”
“He was?”
“Yes. A little shocked by her news of course, but he was glad she’d searched for him. And he went to see her in Iowa which is where she went because her family was there and she wanted to be at home to have her babies.”
“He went there?”
“Yeah. He went to see her.”
I’m trying not to cry more but something about this story is important. I want so badly for them to get their happy ending. “What happened?”
“They had a good time together. Luna said they’d hit it off right away when they first met which is why they got carried away in the first place. It was like that again the second time they met. They spent the whole night talking. He felt the babies kicking and he told her he was fully committed to being there for her in whatever way she needed. And at the end of their weekend together, he invited her to California where he has this house he designed in Big Sur, on a cliff overlooking the ocean. With a crazy-ass view.”
I’m both crying and laughing now. “This is the best story I’ve ever heard.”
“Right? And then once she got there they fell completely in love with each other. So now they live together in his house and they’re going to raise their kids together and live happily ever after.”
He laughs with me and my tears are pouring out at this point, with happiness for these people I’ve never even met.
Kade brushes away my fresh tears and kisses me softly. “Do you want to know why I told you this story?”
“I think I might know why you told me this story.”
“Do you want to hear my plan then, darlin’?”
I know what he’s going to say and my heart skips a beat at the thought of this. “Yes.”
“Tomorrow I’m going to call Gage and get the number of his private investigator. And we’re going to see if we can find this Madeline with the green eyes who’s probably somewhere right here in Nashville, maybe not too far away from where we are right now. Is that something you’d want to do?”
I’m kissing him as I cry. “Yes. It is something I’d like to do.”
“Then that’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to help you. And if you want me to come with you once we find them, I will. Because sometimes it’s good to have someone with you who cares and who knows the story. It can make it easier.” Kade gives a hint of a thrust down below and oh, holy hell, I’m about to come. I’m right on the cusp and my inner muscles flutter around him. “But first,” he says, his voice low and graveled with intensity, “we have phase two of the enlightenment process that needs some immediate attention. I think that should be our first priority. What do you think, unicorn girl?”
“I think ... if you do that again, we’re going to be in the middle of phase two.”
His eyes crinkle at the edges. “Good. Because phase two is even more fun than phase one.”
Kade’s mouth takes mine as his arms wrap more insistently around me. He grips me with his strong hands as he thrusts again, ensuring complete, total possession. Each powerful thrust forces pleasure deeper and deeper into my body, until it blooms in a tidal flush that rises inexorably, coerced higher and higher by the aggression of Kade’s need. He does it again. And again. Then, in a long, gasping moment, the pleasure peaks, erupting through my body in an explosive, all-consuming rush. The cascading spasms are too much. Too intense. Nearly unbearable in the sheer height of their ecstasy. My inner muscles clench around his thick bulk, milking strongly at the full length of him until I can feel the violent beat of his own release and the warmth of his seed pulsing in thick, rhythmic jets into my body. He presses his savage groan against my neck.
We lay still, our bodies still clasping intimately, locked in a secret, fluttering dance. Our gazes meet in a soul-touching link.
“My unicorn girl,” he whispers. His kisses are slow and lust-drugged.
After a while he moves us, pulling himself from my body with a spilling gush. He adjusts me, moving me out of the wet spot, spooning himself around me, wrapping his iron-strong warmth around my body. A deep comfort overtakes me. I don’t overthink it as I say it. I can’t. I’m too sleepy and blissed out. “I can’t believe I finally found you.”
In my dream, I’m walking along a pathway through a wildflower garden. It’s my favorite kind of day, warm and summery. Hazy humidity wrapping itself around me like a comforting arm. I’m wildly comfortable. The horizon is drenched with golden possibilities, infusing me with optimism. There’s an unfamiliar lightness in my soul, like all the weight of my life’s worries has entirely lifted. There are so many things I want to do.
I will do them. I can , I feel so sure of this.
I get to a picturesque pool with crystal clear water. I sit next to it and dip my toes into the water. As soon as my toes touch the surface of this magical pool, I can feel that this pool is alive. It’s taking form, kissing my toes in soft, wet licks.
It moves up my legs, kissing and tasting slowly and deliberately. Each touch of the water creature’s tongue alights my body with slow, deep heat. It feels so good , this touch. Sweet and molten, painting me with its lust.
It’s up to my thighs now, parting them, licking the high skin of my inner thighs. My pussy dews and throbs. I can feel that I’m swollen and pink as he gets closer. My clit is his target, I know this. Its prize. The honey of my pleasure is what it wants. It’s what he feeds on.
I moan as he forces my legs wider, pushing my knees open so I’m fully on offer. I’ll give him everything. He’ll take what he wants and I’ll give it.
His tongue swirls over my sensitive bud, loving it with his teeth and his mouth, sucking and laving. I moan because I’m in ecstasy. He might kill me with this much pleasure but I don’t care. This is my life now. Wild, wet, tumbling pleasure.
“You awake, baby girl?” the water creature murmurs. He sounds amused by my dreaminess and my total abandon. I need him to take me over this impossible edge, to the oblivion of rapture he’s promising me.
He turns me, so I’m resting face down, with my cheek pressed against the grass that’s so smooth it feels like cotton. The water creature is behind me, adjusting me so I’m on my knees and they’re bent and apart. My backside is up, my head down, so I’m fully on display for him. He can see how much I want him. I can feel that he loves this, that I’m offering myself to him. I love it too. I’m his for the taking and this is all I care about.
His mouth finds the center of my world, eating into me, exploring me. He licks me everywhere, finding the secret pucker of my ass, digging lightly with his tongue, swirling the moisture of his mouth with his fingers. His mouth returns to my clit and I’m riding the crest of a surreal wave.
I feel his skating fingers, which caress me in an insistent, synced rhythm. He’s working my swollen, slippery clit and the cove of my ass at the same time. I feel the heavy weight of his enormous, magic-dipped cock press against my saturated folds, opening me to his thick invasion. “You want me inside you, little Stella Bell? You want me to fuck you nice and hard and deep, just like you like it?”
Do it. Please. I need it now . If he doesn’t give me that big, pleasure-coated, hotly-engorged cock right now I’m going to freaking die, does he not know this?
“You’re so damn wet and ready for me.” He teases me with his gigantic cock, pushing the tip of his broad thickness inside me, then withdrawing it. Torturing me. “You want every inch of my big cock to slide inside this tight little perfect pussy and fuck you real good until you come so hard, don’t you, baby girl?”
“ Yes. Yes. Please .”
He slides his huge, ridged cock all the way to the hilt. I moan, taking all of him, my body gripping his brutal plunge with clenching adoration.
I also, right at that moment, wake up.
Oh.
It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am—and who I’m currently getting very thoroughly fucked by.
Kade Tucker.
He’s not a magical water creature at all, but a very large, very real, very buff, very thick and very hard rock star.
Who’s right now tipping me over the crest of a delicious peak of pain-spiked pleasure that I have no choice but to ride as I arch and writhe against him, working him with my spasming body. I’m coming so hard I don’t just see stars, I feel them, as they ignite an overwhelming bliss that radiates through my entire body in spiraling washes of hot pleasure.
My orgasm grips his thick length voluptuously, milking the pleasure out of him until he’s fucking me like a big lusty animal, pumping thick ropes of his cum deep inside my squirming body.
We ride it all the way, until the spasms begin to ease and lengthen.
His body is fully wrapped around me, mounted and gripping. He’s still pulsing out the final gushes of his release and my body answers with snug pulls, as though it wants to take every last drop of him.
I feel the bite of his teeth lightly on my neck. The touch of his tongue and the strikes of his heavy breath. “ Fuck .”
He rolls us onto our sides and we just lay like that for a while, feeling everything, so much. I’m so high on sated lust, I’m dazed by it. Drugged and blissed out from the experience of being so thoroughly made love to, I can’t think. I can only feel.
Thoughts whisper behind my mind. I wish this one night stand never had to end. I am really going for it with this beautiful stranger and I’m glad. But I also wonder what could possibly come next.
Slowly, he pulls himself from my body. I’m sticky and spent. I can feel his milky cum dripping down my thighs. It feels dirty , in a primal and beautiful kind of way. Our overflowing bond. My basest urges are on fire with ... happiness, maybe. Satisfaction. This hot rock star has filled me with copious amounts of his lifeforce and I’m basking in my own languid, feminine allure. I made him do that. I made him lose his mind with his pleasure and fill my body with it.
Holy hell, Stella. But I can’t bring myself to regret a single moment or question any of it.
He’s kissing my skin softly, the roughness of his stubble a light, delicious torment. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I feel Kade’s fingers on the high skin of my thigh, catching the dripping cum. Pushing it back inside me.
“What are you doing?” I murmur sort of dreamily.
“Keeping me inside you.”
Wow. I let him do it. I want him to do it. I love the feel of his fingers as he dips and swirls.
I almost remind him that I’m on the pill but I’m too relaxed. The magnitude of this intimacy is so new to me—and him too, I think. I’ve never wanted to be so close to another human being before. Especially one I barely know.
In one very important way, I know him better than I’ve known anyone.
Kade goes into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Then he comes back and carefully lifts me and carries me into the steam-filled luxury bathroom. The shower alone is twice the size of my own bathroom. It’s made of smooth sandstone and walls of glass. There’s a wide cedar bench running the length of one wall and five or six shower nozzles sluicing water over us while creating wafts of warm steam. I’m exhausted and limp with the afterglow of back-to-back stellar orgasms, but Kade sits me on his lap and holds me against his broad chest. He washes my hair and my body. He holds a detached shower head intimately between my legs, bringing me to another languid, crazy-sweet rise.
“Tonight I’m going to hold you close all night long,” he says. “Tomorrow I’m going to cook breakfast for you while we call Gage. You’re going to stay with me here in Nashville for a while and we’re going to figure out what to do about finding each other. Because now that I have, darlin’, there’s no way in hell I’m letting you go.”