Chapter 29
Kade
She wakes much later than I do. It’s a pattern about her that I notice after a week of sharing space with her.
I could lie here all morning, watching her sleep.
It makes me feel like a stalker, but I can’t resist. She’s fascinating.
Everything about her. The way her mouth hangs open partway.
The way her nose twitches every once in a while.
Sometimes her forehead crinkles like she’s confused or concerned in her dream.
All I want is to take that away. What is happening to me?
Whatever it is, it’s new. It’s not something I would ever admit to out loud, and I wish it would go on forever. I’ve never felt this peaceful. Like I’m where I’m meant to be. All it takes is lying next to her in bed, breathing in her sweet vanilla scent, soaking in her warmth.
She turns her head away from me, toward the window, and a lock of fire-red hair brushes against my arm. So soft, like silk. I want to wrap it around my finger, but that might wake her up, and that’s the last thing I want.
Let her rest. She went long enough without it. It’s like I’m guarding her sleep, watching over her. And she trusts me to do it. For the first time in my life, it feels like I’m doing something right.
When my phone buzzes, I silently curse whoever sent the message. I reach behind me, grabbing it off her nightstand.
Sawyer: Did some of that digging through our initial research and found some more information.
Kade: Got it. Thanks. I’ll go back over it as well.
Not many things could distract me from lying here, watching Allie, wondering what she’s dreaming of and how long I should wait before I wake her up. This is one of those things, though, and I roll away from her before replying.
After thanking Sawyer for digging more, I set the phone aside and turn my attention back to Allie. She didn’t deserve any of this. I might even blame Emma for getting her involved with a sick fuck like him—and that’s saying something, me calling someone else sick.
Her experience with Roman should have taught her something about the faces people show the world to hide who they are inside.
Then again, desperation can lead to a lot of unfortunate shit.
They got off lucky, all things considered.
Jackson could have hurt Allie worse than he did. He could’ve permanently broken her.
On impulse, I drape an arm over her and pull her in close to me. Burying my nose in her hair, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. She’s here. With me. No one will ever hurt her again.
She lets out a sleepy purr, wiggling closer to me. “That’s nice.”
It’s like the day can start now that she’s up. “Good morning,” I whisper in her ear before letting my lips drift over her neck, then her bare shoulder.
“It is now.” She giggles, then sighs when I kiss her again and again. “I could get used to this.”
That’s the thing. So could I.
But she freezes when I dip a hand under the blankets to stroke her tits. “Kade…”
“That’s my name.” And I want to hear her moan it. Whisper it, scream it.
Instead, she groans and covers her face with one hand. “I told you. I’m on my period.”
“I remember.” That doesn’t stop me from running my hand over the curve of her hip. “And?”
“And… we’re not supposed…” She bites her lip and closes her eyes when I round the curve of her ass and grip tight, pulling her close to me. “You’re making it impossible.”
“I’m not afraid of a little blood, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I pull her in closer and roll my hips, grinding my cock against her mound. She’s wearing nothing but a pair of panties I’d love to rip to shreds. “Does it feel like I am?”
Teeth sink into her lip again, and she whimpers before letting out a groan, like she’s conflicted. “It feels weird. And I don’t want to make a mess.”
“The shower, then.” My lips find her throat, brushing against the place where her pulse flutters. “Unless you want me to stop.”
When I adjust, pulling my hips back, she throws a leg over them and pulls me back in again with a growl. “Don’t even think about it.”
“So that’s a yes?” Not that I’m surprised. Her body is melting, molding itself to me. Her chest rises and falls faster the more I touch her, and there is so much to touch. So much softness, like warm silk under my hands. I can’t get enough of her body. How ripe and full it is.
“Only if we do it in the shower.” She pulls away from me, groaning and giggling at the same time.
“Give me a second.” She scrambles out of bed, and I wonder how I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to watch her ass wiggle as she hurries away in nothing but her panties.
I could jerk off to that alone, watching her cheeks bounce.
I reach under the blankets to stroke my cock, letting the anticipation build as the shower turns on.
“Okay.” She eventually pokes her head around the doorway. “Come on. I don’t have all day.”
“You may want to be careful,” I warn as I get out of bed. “That kind of attitude will get you in trouble.”
“Is that a promise?” She backs away, giggling when I growl.
By the time I reach her, she’s already in the shower, tipping her head back and letting the water run over her hair.
The sight stops me in my tracks. Watching the water roll over her skin, tracing the swells of her tits, dripping from her nipples.
I want to touch, to taste, but she is like a feast I’ve craved for too long. I want to savor every bite.
She opens her eyes and finds me watching. “Well?” She steps up close to the glass. Her breath fogs it. “Are you coming in, or not?”
“Press them against the glass,” I grunt, stroking myself.
She does as she’s told, pressed to the shower wall, sliding her tits back and forth over the glass. “Don’t you want to touch them? Or should I do it myself?” She takes them in her hands, squeezing, pinching the nipples until precum beads at my tip.
She knows exactly what to do to drive me out of my mind.
I can’t wait another second. She backs up against the tile to give me room once I open the door, then holds her arms out to me, and I pull her close, pinning her to the wall.
“You are so fucking hot,” I whisper in her ear, running my hands over her, indulging in her scent and the sound of her throaty sighs.
“I need you.” Her nails rake down my back, and then lower, digging into my ass until I’m pulled tight against her heat.
My tongue traces the line of her jaw before moving down and down, taking her tits in my hands so I can focus on her nipples. “Just like that,” she murmurs, running her hands through my hair, holding my head close.
“You’re so damn delicious,” I tell her, nipping and sucking. “Fuck, Allie. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I don’t want you to. Not ever.” Her hand slides between us, and she wraps her fist around me, chuckling when I groan. “What about him? Has he gotten enough of me?”
“Never.” For a second, I have to lean against her, letting the sensations wash over me.
She is the ultimate temptation, the part of me that’s been missing for too long.
Nobody has ever touched me the way she does, or made me feel the way she does.
Not just lust, either. When I look at her, when our eyes meet through the steam, she reaches something deep in my soul I didn’t know existed until she came along.
She is mine. In every way. Mine to protect. Mine to hold. Mine to fuck.
Instead of taking her this way, I turn her, pressing her to the glass wall, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. “You want me to fuck you?” I whisper in her ear, then bite down until she shudders.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, fuck me.” She reaches behind me, grabbing my ass, fumbling and desperate like she can’t wait.
I take her by the hips and pull them back, then spread her legs with one of mine. She wiggles her ass, pushing back against me while I drag myself through her wet slit. “Oh yeah,” she sighs as she arches her back and tilts her pussy so I can take her hard and deep.
It’s fucking incredible. Sinking inside where it’s tight and hot. Pulling back, I look down to find my cock coated in blood that washes away when water runs over it. “You’re so dirty,” I grunt before slamming deep again. “Letting me fuck you like this.”
With her fingers spread against the glass, she looks at me over her shoulder. “Be dirty with me. Fuck me. Hard.”
I take her hips in my hands, my grasp tight, holding her still so I can take her the way we both need it. Fast. Deep. Claiming her again, reminding her she’s mine.
“Faster!” she begs, leaning against the glass, pushing back against me. “Fuck, that feels so good! Don’t stop!”
She’s perfect. In every way. “You want more of my cock?”
“Give it to me,” she pleads. Her cunt tightens around me with every stroke. Looking down between us, I watch as I appear and disappear. Her juices flow, tinged red, running down our legs with the shower water.
“Oh my God!” she whines, reaching for me with one hand, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in so our mouths meet. I slow my strokes to focus on kissing her deep, sliding my tongue through her mouth while I wedge a hand between her legs to play with her clit.
Her body goes stiff, and her breath stops in the last second before she shatters.
Yes. Victory, or at least that’s how it feels to break her down and make her pussy flood.
I hold her up, letting her tremble against me while she rides it out.
My teeth grind against the urge to come while her muscles massage me from root to tip.
I can’t take it anymore. I have to pull out and aim for her ass, stroking with my clenched fist.
“Allie...” It hits like a shock wave rolling through me before I paint her skin pearl white. The shower washes spurt after spurt down her legs until I’m weak and panting the way she is.
“Wow,” she whispers when I help her turn around, and she leans her back to the glass, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Okay. You were right. That was worth it.”