Chapter 8
8
Kaden
This was so not fun.
Nick hadn’t followed through on his threat to tie me to the chair.
Or had that been a promise?
And why had I been so turned on at the prospect?
I sat on a dining room chair, angled with the perfect view as Nick went down on Yasmine. I couldn’t blame him. She tasted delicious and made wonderful noises that always perked my cock right up.
Like now. I regretted not changing into something more comfortable. Or just stripping down. Tight jeans might be sexy, but they were also incredibly constrictive. I wasn’t small.
I wanted to be free.
“Nick, I’m coming.”
He spread her thighs farther, delving as deep as he could get. Likely nibbling on her clit.
She gasped, then tightened.
Swiftly, he moved his hand and, from what I could see, thrust two fingers into her.
She wailed her pleasure.
I moaned quietly. Yaz was never quiet. Occasionally I wondered if management would turn up and ask us to keep it down. Had never happened, though. Probably because people fucked in hotel rooms. That was a thing. I’d done it plenty of times myself.
Without her.
For the first time ever, I truly questioned that decision. I’d thought we were happy. Hell, until Nick, I hadn’t thought anything could come between my partner and me. Those other people—men, women, and enbies—had been nice…but I always left them and came home to her. She was my beacon in the night.
Apparently I’d failed at being hers.
“Oh, Nick.” Breathless. Sated.
But with an edge I recognized. My woman was insatiable. Our lovemaking sessions could last for hours. Her recovery time was always much faster than my own refractory period.
“I’ll take care of you, chère.”
Pretentious prick. Hell, he even affected a French accent.
He grabbed a condom wrapper he’d dropped on the bed. He tore off the top, snagged the rubber, and rolled it on.
I blinked. Yeah, okay. Guy was hung . I wasn’t obsessed with size. Far from it. Willing partner was far more important than how big a guy’s cock was or how large a woman’s tits might be. I was attracted to most people. Because most people had good souls. I could usually spot a black heart.
As much as I wished otherwise, I couldn’t see that Nick had darkness in his soul. He might present as enigmatic, but his treatment of Yasmine as she came down from her climax showed a man of great tenderness.
Unless this was all a show.
“Are you ready?” Nick gazed at Yasmine.
A smile lit her face. She reached up to grasp his cheeks and bring him down for an intense kiss.
I palmed my cock.
She guided him to her.
After a hesitation, he thrust inside.
She pressed her shoulders to the mattress and arched her neck up with her head thrown back.
He bit her neck.
You better not leave a fucking hickey or we’re having words. That part of her neck would be exposed in her costume. She would require extra foundation to cover it, and that would annoy our makeup people.
I would know. I’d been overly exuberant once. Back when we’d first started sleeping together.
Lesson learned.
If he sank his teeth deep, however, I didn’t see it. Instead, he pushed up on his muscular forearms. He dug his knees into the mattress and canted his hips.
She rose to meet him.
Then they began a ritual as old as time. Mating. Fucking. What would, under normal circumstances, lead to procreation. To a baby.
We’d discussed kids, and both agreed certainly not now. That we’d reassess at thirty. She read articles about fertility. I tried to picture her growing larger with my child in her womb. The image didn’t always fit. Long discussions would need to be held before we decided one way or the other.
But if she became pregnant, and another man was the father?
Nope. Hard no. She’d have my child, or…
Are you going to tie her to you? If she wants to fly, do you really have the right to clip her wings?
Of course I didn’t.
Of course I wouldn’t.
If she ever wanted out of our relationship, I would let her go. Perhaps not without a fight, however.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed his ass with her heels.
He picked up the pace.
Her breath quickened.
“Fuck, yes. Chère, come for me.”
“Yes. Oh…yes.” The word came out on a long hiss as she held herself still.
He thrust into her twice more, then also held himself still. He threw his head back and growled.
Much like I had earlier.
My cock ached.
My balls ached.
My heart ached.
Through a tightened chest, I could barely breathe. I’d witnessed Yaz’s passion so often—but never directed at another. Only ever at me. And now? With her flaming hair fanned across the pillow? With a sheen of sweat across her brow? With her nipples tight and her chest flushed?
She was magnificent.
And if I wasn’t careful, I could lose her forever.