Chapter 2
2
Kaden
I pressed Yaz against our hotel room door as soon as it shut. My mouth took hers in a bruising kiss.
A punishing kiss.
Of course, I wasn’t mad at her.
And she knew it.
I was, however, still angry. At the asshole who nearly caused me to drop Yaz. At the man who took responsibility instead of getting angry at the guy who’d fucked up. I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
She parried right back.
Except…I had to admire a guy who took responsibility when he was in charge—even if he hadn’t been directly to blame. And, under his glare, Tully had sweated buckets. Perhaps he hadn’t needed to shout for his disappointment to be clear.
I snagged the hem of Yaz’s sweatshirt and only broke the kiss long enough to yank the damn thing over her head.
Ah, hot damn. She was braless. With her high, firm breasts, she didn’t need one. She often wore them to prevent future sagging—except when she knew I wanted quick access.
Well, to be fair, when she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
Which was pretty much all the time.
I took her left nipple into my mouth while I snagged the right between my index finger and thumb.
“No fair.” She ran her hands through my hair. “You’re going to make me come, and you’re still fully dressed.
She wasn’t kidding. I could make her come with just nipple play. She was so damn sensitive. Without warning, she arched her back to thrust against my mouth.
I bit her nipple.
She squealed.
Yes. She loves this .
Perhaps I could push the memories of what happened earlier from our minds. I released her nipple from my fingers and trailed them down her ribs, belly, and lower still. I thanked the Lord as I slid my fingers under the waistband of her track pants, beneath her underwear, and lower still.
She was soaked.
I’d known she would be. All those glances as we’d walked through the city of Vancouver—making our way from the Big Top to our hotel. She’d grabbed my ass in the elevator. She likely would’ve snatched my crotch, but awareness of cameras had us holding the passion in check.
I slid my fingers through her slick folds. Unerringly finding her clit, I gave it a flick.
She dug her fingers into my biceps. The thin fabric of my T-shirt was no impediment for her sharp fingernails. I loved when she raked me with her talons during the throes of passion. As long as she kept the marks to where they wouldn’t show during performances.
Suckling her nipple while sliding two fingers inside her proved challenging—but I was always up for something difficult.
She tapped my shoulder, letting me know she was close.
I flicked her clit with my thumb.
She stiffened, let out a long moan, and held herself still.
Knowing she’d be sore—and wouldn’t care—I kept up my ministrations. My lover was multi-orgasmic, so if I kept going, sometimes I could coax another climax or two out of her.
“Kaden.” Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
I released her nipple from my mouth and glanced up.
She’d worn her glorious, flaming-red hair down after practice—probably because she knew I loved it that way—and the curls framed a face I found so dear.
I cocked my head.
She shook hers.
Understanding her meaning, I flicked her clit once more as I withdrew my fingers. As I straightened, I sucked them.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking hot.” She reached for the button on my jeans.
I stilled her hand. “Why don’t we shower?” We’d worked up quite a sweat and had decided to come back to the hotel to clean up. Several of the cast and crew were planning a night out. Yaz and I were planning a night in.
A way to celebrate not dying today.
“Yes, shower.” She grinned wickedly.
Ten minutes later, she had my cock down her throat as she knelt at my feet.
I never asked this of her—but never turned her down if she offered.
Her talented tongue did all kinds of things to my shaft that drove me higher. Brought me closer to orgasm. She tongued my slit.
My head hit the back of the shower stall. If it hurt, I sure as shit didn’t feel it. “Love, pull off.”
She cupped my balls.
“I want to fuck you.” My balls drew up.
She doubled down with suction. She hollowed her cheeks and swallowed me down.
I came with a cry of joy. Of pleasure. Of relief.
Every time. This never got old. I’d always let her do this to me. I’d never deprive her of something she told me she loved as much as fucking.
Whether she was lying for my sake or whether she genuinely felt this way, I didn’t care.
When I didn’t have a single drop left to give, she grazed my flaccid cock with a kiss, then slowly rose.
With her hair slicked back and her eyes prominent, her eastern European heritage was readily apparent. Her father had been in a circus from that region. He’d met her mother while touring Canada, and they’d married. He’d stayed. And found a job in a factory. When their daughter was old enough to stand, she was enrolled in gymnastics.
The rest was history. As much as she loved the trampoline, she loved being thirty feet in the air even more.
My backstory was boring in comparison.
She kissed me with wild abandon.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled.
Hard.
She moaned and rubbed up against me.
“I want you.” The words came out of me as hoarse. Gruff. Passion-laced.
“And I want you to.” She flashed her cat-like green eyes. “But I’m seeing a hamburger in my future. Then, later, we fuck.”
My stomach growled. A burger sounded amazing. Maybe even a steak.
And we did get to the fucking later.