Chapter 7
Sadie
“Mom!” Owen’s voice, calling from upstairs, breaks the spell.
Kane and I pull apart like magnets that don’t want to come unstuck. I’m flushed and breathless, my lips feel swollen and are still tingling, and my whole body is on fire. What the fuck was that?
“Sorry, I have to—” I gesture upstairs, and Kane nods. “Would you like to come in?” I surprise both of us by saying.
“Sure,” he grins.
“I guess this wasn’t what you were expecting when I invited you over,” I say.
He laughs softly. “I like a woman who can surprise me.”
I step aside, gesturing to the couch. “Just wait there, I won’t be long. There’s beer, wine, and soft drinks in the fridge; help yourself,” I offer as I walk up the stairs.
On the way upstairs, I fire off a message to Dani.
Me: So, turns out I wasn’t texting Tyler at all. It was some super-hot biker dude named Kane.
She replies instantly:
Dani: WHAT?! Tell me everything!
Me: Can’t, he’s here now! I’ll tell you everything in the morning. It’s a long story.
Her reply makes me chuckle.
Dani: OMG! Either you’re about to get axe murdered or have the best sex of your life!
Me: He doesn’t seem like the axe murdering type. He just rescued Owen and me from drunk Ethan. We kissed… Am I being crazy?
My phone pings like crazy in my pocket, but I ignore it for the moment as I go into Owen’s bedroom.
To my surprise, he’s already tucked up under the covers asleep.
I’ve heard that trauma can wipe kids out like this, and tonight was certainly traumatic.
I stroke his hair back from his face, watching him for a moment, my heart aching for him.
Anger against Ethan bubbles in my veins.
How can he look at our son and see anything other than the perfect little boy he is?
I hope his threats of lawyers are just bluster, but I make a mental note to call mine in the morning, just in case.
I tiptoe out of the room and back downstairs, checking my messages from Dani.
Dani: WHAT?! Girl, you cannot send a message like that and go silent on me! I need details. NOW.
I shake my head, chuckling as I type my reply.
Me: I was just checking on Owen. No sex or murder is happening. I’m going to thank the guy and say goodnight.
My phone pings.
Dani: Liar. Send a pic, you know, just in case he does murder you…
I roll my eyes, but suddenly, that doesn’t seem like the world’s worst idea. I did just invite a dangerous stranger into my house, albeit a hot one who’s damn good at kissing…
“Smile,” I say to Kane as I walk into the kitchen where he’s casually leaning against the counter, swigging a beer.
He smiles, a lopsided, confused grin with one eyebrow slightly cocked, and I snap a quick pic and send it to Dani. He furrows his brow.
“What was that for?”
“My friend asked for a photo, just in case you’re an axe murderer.” I shrug, grinning as I grab a beer from the fridge.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem offended. “Sensible friend,” he says, clinking his beer bottle against mine.
My phone begins pinging furiously, enough that he adds.
“Don’t you wanna check that? I’m not sure my appearance will have made her less concerned, perhaps the opposite.
” I appreciate his candor, his intimidating presence, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to care what people think either.
Dani: OMFG TOTAL HOTTIE!!! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY FUCK HIS brAINS OUT!!! HE COULD COME ROUND TO MURDER ME ANYTIME!
Dani’s reply makes my cheeks flush, and I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. I quickly write back.
Me: You are insane. I’m going now. We’re talking.
“So, is your friend worried? Are the cops about to show up?” Kane asks, only half joking.
I shake my head. “The opposite, actually. She thinks you’re hot and that we should hook up.”
Oh my God, what the hell did I just say? I cringe. My game is so bad. It’s embarrassing.
“And you? What do you think?” he says softly, stepping closer. So close I can feel the electricity pulsing between us.
I haven’t felt this drawn to someone in a long time. Maybe not ever. It would be so easy to just—
“I think I’m a mom.”
“You’re so much more than that,” he murmurs, staring into my soul. He steps closer, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is electrifying.
My heart pounds in my chest. I should move away, should stop this, but God, I don’t want to.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, his words a caress, his lips dangerously close.
I place a hand on his chest, so warm and hard. I can’t find the words, I don’t know what I want to say, what I should say.
Sensing my hesitation, he freezes. “If you want me to go, I’ll go,” he says, though it sounds as if it pains him.
I shake my head, my body responding before my mind can catch up. I worry about Owen. About him waking to find me with a strange man. I should tell him to go. Why can’t I?
A low, distant rumble of thunder rolls through the silence, and then the rain starts, quickly building to a downpour, the kind that heralds a big storm.
Thunder claps again. I should tell him to leave, before it gets worse, but I can’t send him out into the rain.
The excuse is weak, even to me. Plus, with the storm rolling in, there’s no way Owen will wake up now.
I can’t believe I’m really considering hooking up with some strange man while my son is asleep upstairs. I must be a terrible mom.
No. Stop that, I tell myself, thinking what Dani would say. I deserve happiness. I deserve to feel like more than just a mom, to feel desired, and the way Kane is looking at me right now, do I feel desired.
“Sadie,” he says, snapping me from my inner turmoil. “You don’t need to worry. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, not ever. You don’t owe me or anyone else anything.”
His words dispel any last doubts I had. “I’m not worried about doing something I don’t want. I’m worried because I want it. I want you,” I admit, surprising myself again with how candid I am.
Those words ignite something feral in him, and the energy changes. He steps closer, his voice low and thick with arousal. “Say that again.”
The words barely come out above a whisper. I know once they’re out, there’s no going back. “I want you, Kane.”
He pulls me into his arms, kissing me with a passionate ferocity I’ve never experienced before.
Every thought, every concern, disappears from my mind, there’s only him, only now.
His lips are soft, yet his kisses are hard and hungry.
Strong hands grip my waist, pulling me closer.
My neck arches back almost painfully; he’s so much taller.
As if reading my mind, he lifts me and sets me on the counter without coming up for air.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, running my hands down the strong planes of his back as he kisses my neck.
My body responds like a flower in bloom.
My pussy throbs, getting wet without even being touched.
My nipples harden, rubbing against the lace of my bralette. God, I want him so badly it hurts.
I come to my senses enough to gasp out, “Not here.” Realizing that if Owen comes downstairs, he’ll be met with a sight that will well and truly traumatize him.
“Where?” Kane growls.
“The living room, through there.” I point.
He lifts me with ease, wrapping my legs around his waist and striding into the living room, kicking the door shut behind us without breaking our kiss.
I tug at his shirt, growing frustrated when I can’t pull it over his head like this.
He lays me down on the couch, pulling away for a second to remove his t-shirt, giving me an eyeful of his muscular body.
Practically every inch of his skin is covered in tattoos.
I stand, walking over to touch them, feeling along the hard contours of muscle.
“You’re a work of art.”
He cups my chin, drawing my gaze to his. “No, you are.”
From anyone else, it would sound like a cheesy line, but in that moment, he sounds totally sincere.
It gives me the confidence to remove my clothes.
I shrug my top over my head, hair cascading back down, tickling my shoulders.
I step out of my pants too, so I’m just in my bralette and panties.
I feel conscious of my curves, of the soft slope of my stomach, of the stretch marks, but Kane looks at me like I’m the sexiest woman alive.
He pulls down his jeans, and my eyes widen at the impressive bulge in his jeans, remembering the monster cock pic he sent me.
I gulp, feeling apprehensive once more. But that all falls away when Kane steps closer and captures my lips again.
His calloused hands are warm and solid on my waist as we move toward the couch, and I lie down.
I’m impatient now, so turned on and hungry for him that I grow bold.
I reach down to feel his erection through his boxers, and he emits a low groan that borders on animalistic.
He kisses my neck again, trailing kisses down my chest, his breath hot on my nipples as his tongue flicks out, teasing them through the lace.
I moan, the sound breathless, and his cock dances in response in my hand.
He expertly removes my bra, and my breasts tumble free.
Bigger since Owen, too big, falling to the side instead of pointing straight up, and perky.
Kane doesn’t seem to notice or care. And when his mouth clamps around my nipple and his tongue darts out to roll around it, nor do I.
Ethan and my previous partners were never ones for foreplay, but Kane seems to love it. My impatient moans and attempts to remove his boxers are thwarted by his murmured assurances of, “I want to take my time.”
And take his time, he does. Fingers caress my soaking wet panties through the lace, finding my clit immediately and circling it with his thumb.
I watch the muscles in his shoulder ripple, the tattoos dancing in time as he explores every inch of my body, worshipping it.
When he removes my panties, I eagerly arch my hips to help, aching for more.
His fingers glide inside me with ease, and he slowly, agonizingly teases me with his fingers before his tongue circles my clit in languid, experienced strokes.
I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out too loudly, grateful for the thunderstorm that is now well underway outside, which stifles my moans.
I feel utterly senseless, completely throwing all caution to the wind as I let go.
His fingers thrust faster inside me, his tongue dancing around my clit, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
I slide my fingers through the short hair at the top of his head.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’m close.”
I expect him to move away, to finally drive inside of me and fuck me to reach his climax.
But he doesn’t stop. In fact, it only drives him on.
The orgasm hits me like a freight train, sending me shuddering and bucking as his arms hold me in place, his tongue lapping up every drop of my arousal.
I cry out, clutching a pillow to my face to muffle my screams. It’s been so long since I’ve climaxed, and I’ve never had an orgasm like this. It doesn’t stop coming.
When Kane pulls back with a satisfied smirk on his face, I’m still reeling, and every inch of me is still on fire. I feel like one touch will send me over the edge again.
“Holy shit!” I pant, pulling him in for a kiss, not minding the taste of me on his tongue; it gives me a possessive thrill.
He waits for me to decide what to do now.
I know that, despite his clear arousal, he would stop now if I said so.
Which only makes me want him more. I reach out to stroke his throbbing cock, a dark patch of precum on the red boxers, pulling it free to admire it in all its glory.
It’s even bigger than the photo shows, and I worry for a second about whether I can take it.
“We don’t have to—”
I silence him with kisses. “Fuck me,” I purr.
His eyes darken, and I see another flash of that dangerous edge.
He pulls me onto his lap, sitting with his back against the couch.
I feel simultaneously exposed and in control like this.
He kisses me passionately as I guide his tip to the edge of my slit.
I grind my hips along the length of it, and the hardness against my clit almost makes me cum again.
“Holy shit,” he growls, gripping my hips tighter.
I’m so wet and ready that there’s no pain, just a tight, widening sensation as my pussy expands to accommodate him. I slowly take him, inch by inch, sliding down until his cock fills me, pressing against my G-spot and making me feel like I could cum without even moving.
“Fuck, you feel as good as you taste,” he groans, pulling me close so there’s no space between us, my breasts squashed against his chest, as he kisses me deeply.
His hands grip my ass, and he slowly lifts me up and down, sliding in and out of me. It feels unbelievable, and I grow ever wetter.
“Oh my God, Kane,” I moan.
“Sadie,” he groans, sounding like I belong to him.
He fucks me harder and faster, and I grind my hips, throwing my head back as he licks and sucks my nipples while he fucks me. I lose track of time, focused only on the pleasure, but all too soon, another orgasm rises within me, and I know that I won’t last much longer.
“I’m so close, cum with me,” I tell him, kissing him again.
Somehow, even though the sex is wild, passionate, feral, I still feel connected to him in a way I can’t describe, as if our bodies are perfectly in tune.
He cries out my name as we reach our mutual climax.
My body shudders and shakes as the orgasm continues to ripple through me, wave after wave, until finally, I’m spent.
He holds me close, kissing me softly as we pant, sweaty limbs intertwined.
“Wow,” I pant, laughing giddily.
“Wow, indeed,” he says back, kissing me again.
I thought things would be awkward once the rush of passion faded, but I was wrong.
I feel like I can finally breathe again.
It’s the first time in years I’ve felt wanted, desired, the first time I’ve felt something real in a long time.
It’s the first time in years that intimacy doesn’t feel forced or empty.
It was as natural as breathing. I barely know this man, yet I feel like he knows me better than anyone else.
The conversations we’ve had have propelled us past the initial awkward getting-to-know-you parts into something else entirely.
Kane is exactly the kind of guy your parents warn you about: dangerous, impulsive, wild, yet, despite every warning telling me to run the other way, my instinct only draws me closer.