Chapter Fourteen
Kade
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My hands are all over her, pinning her in place, pulling her closer as my mouth laps viciously at her cunt, the sweet taste of her bursting along my taste buds, I groan in response, the mewls that escape her lips as I run my tongue down her slit are enough to make me nearly cum all over the dining chair.
“Fucking delicious.” I murmur against her, her back placed firmly against the dining room table “A fucking delicacy.” I mutter again, nibbling at her clit.
Her back arches just as her thighs begin to tremble, signaling just how close she is to coming undone in my mouth again, my favorite pass time recently has been tasting her, feasting on her like she’s the first decent meal I’ve had in a lifetime, and she can’t get enough of it, her little hands gripping my hair, shoving my face deeper into her, the way her greedy little hands try to join my tongue and rub at her clit, I swat her hand away gently as my tongue dives inside of her, rubbing against her walls as I swallow more of her arousal.
I glance up at her, propped on her elbows and watching me, my head planted firmly between her thighs, my free hand reaching down for my cock, pumping slowly in rhythm with my tongue.
“Do you want me to fill you up again Bunny?” I rasp, a groan escaping my lips as her thighs close around my head.
I could die here, between her legs and it’d still be the sweetest release I could dream of.
“P-please…” She stutters, legs falling open once again, her next orgasm building.
“I made a promise.” I mumble again, flicking my tongue against her clit.
Her release crashes over her once I take her clit into my mouth, sucking hard, nibbling at the sensitive bud of nerves, her arousal fills my mouth, spills down my chin as I look up at her, the sight of her coming undone is enough to make any man drop to their knees in worship.
I climb up onto the table above her, my cock straining between us “I’m not finished with you yet Bunny.” I growl into her ear, kissing her with a bruising force, making her taste herself on my tongue.
The sweet sounds that slip from her lips as I force my tongue into her mouth has me itching to bury myself in that delicious little cunt of hers, eager to watch it swallow every inch I give her hungrily.
I thrust once, sharp. Deliberate. Burying myself to the hilt, her nails rake down my back harshly enough to draw blood, only spurring me further, I ram into her again, her back sliding up the table with the force of my hips, a groan sounds from my throat, raw, uncontrolled, feral, as I punish her with each thrust, her hips rising to meet mine with a defiance I have come to love, not willing to just take it, the silent fight in her movements tells me that she won’t just take anything again.
“Fuck..” the curse slips from her lips as her walls tighten around me, choking my cock so tightly that it has my balls tightening, my release slowly creeping up my spine, I quickly pull out of her, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her towards me.
“Mouth open Bunny. Now.” I growl the command at her, she looks up at me as her lips part, I pump with an iron grip and shoot my release into her mouth, it leaks from her lips and down her chin, she groans as she swallows.
I lean down once more and press my lips to hers, the taste of my cum on her tongue mixing with the taste of her release spark something inside me.
“A fucking delicacy.” I mutter against her lips.
Mara
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I soak in the tub, filled with my favorite bubble bath as his warm frame envelops me, my back pressed against his chest, my head rolls back as I glance up at him, purely satisfied and content.
“As much as I’d like to keep you in this penthouse all day, Shae’s been badgering me about seeing you, are you ready to head back out into the world yet Bunny?
I can’t promise she won’t break down my door and subdue the security if I try to find another excuse.
” He says leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my ear, I lean back against him.
“We can’t have that now can we, what would Ben do if she busted in here, he wouldn’t stand a chance.” I chuckle, imagining Shae trying to take down the huge security guard in the foyer, I think she’d have a pretty good chance.
“Where does she want to meet?” I ask, hoping that it’s somewhere familiar.
“She wants to meet at the studio, Jace went back to work today, he’s fully healed now.
Something about someone needing to keep the business afloat.
” He leans against me, taking the sponge from my hand and lathering soap into my skin, his hand slipping below the water and between my legs, I gasp softly as he works the sponge through my folds, my head rests against him once again.
I hum a content sound as I try to speak “Well… If you keep that up we won’t be going anywhere today.” earning a chuckle from him as his free hand grips my hair.
My hands wander along his strong thighs, scratching my nails against his skin softly as he continues to tease me, suddenly the phone rings, ripping us from the moment.
“I swear to god, every fucking time.” I mumble as I lean out of the tub to grab it.
“Yeah.” I snap down the phone, Shae’s cheery voice instantly warms me.
“Where the fuck have you been!” She shouts at me, scolding me like a child, I roll my eyes before I speak “Yeah mom missed you too.” The word ‘Mom’ leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I quickly shove down the ugly feelings as she starts rambling on and on about the plans she has for us today.
“We’ll be there in an hour, don’t chew Jace’s ear off please, I need my favorite artist in one piece.” I say hanging up the phone, I slowly climb out of the water, a delicious ache still in my stomach as I glance at Kade.
“Say the word and we’ll stay.” He says, walking up to me as I grab a towel, I shake my head and pass him one as I wrap my own around me.
“Like you said, she’ll resort to crime if we don’t meet her.” I chuckle and pad out into the bedroom.
Shae’s voice still rings in my ears as I step out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around me, hair dripping down my back.
She always manages to sound both furious and delighted at the same time, like she’s scolding me for disappearing while planning ten things she expects me to show up for.
I can still hear her shouting through the phone.
Where the hell have you been. I called her mom.
I shouldn’t have. The word tasted wrong the moment it left my mouth. But she didn’t notice. She never does.
Kade stands near the bed, towel slung over his shoulder, watching me with that quiet intensity he always has after we’ve been alone together. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes follow me as I move, tracking every step like he’s memorizing me all over again.
I pull open the wardrobe and stare at the clothes inside. I don’t want anything fancy. I don’t want anything Shae would pick. I want something that feels like me. Something comfortable. Something I can breathe in.
I grab a pair of black cargo trousers, soft from wear, pockets deep enough to hold everything I never actually carry.
A fitted tank top, charcoal grey, the neckline simple, the fabric hugging me without feeling restrictive.
I pull on my favorite oversized flannel, the one Kade bought me months ago because he said it looked like something I’d steal from him anyway. It smells faintly of him.
I tie my hair back loosely, strands falling around my face no matter how many times I push them away. I swipe a bit of concealer under my eyes, mascara, nothing else. I don’t want to look done up. I want to look like myself.
Kade gets dressed beside me, pulling on dark jeans and a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. He moves quietly, watching me in the mirror, making sure I’m steady, making sure I’m alright.
He doesn’t say it, but I feel it. The way he stays close.
The way he keeps checking on me without making it obvious.
“You good?” he asks softly.
I nod. “Yeah. Just… nervous.”
He steps behind me, fingers brushing my shoulder. “We don’t have to go if you’re not ready.”
I shake my head. “Shae will hunt us down. And Jace will sulk. And I haven’t seen the studio in weeks. I miss it.”
He studies me for a moment, then nods. “Alright. We’ll go.”
I slip on my boots, worn and comfortable, the laces frayed at the ends. I grab my bag, the small one I always take to the studio. Kade watches me zip it up, his expression softening.
“You look like you,” he says quietly.
I don’t know why, but the words settle something inside me.
We head out together, silent but warm, his hand brushing mine every few seconds like he’s checking I’m still there.
Outside, the air feels different. Familiar. The city hums around us, alive in a way I haven’t felt in weeks.
Kade unlocks the car, holds the door open for me.
I slide in, heart beating faster than it should.
Not from fear. From anticipation. From the thought of seeing Jace’s stupid grin.
From the thought of Shae yelling at me the second I walk through the door.
From the thought of stepping back into the place that feels more like home than anywhere else.
Kade gets in beside me, starts the engine, glances over.
“Ready?”
I breathe out slowly. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
We pull away from the penthouse, heading toward the studio, toward the people who feel like family, moving forward rather than back.
Kade
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She settles into the passenger seat, flannel sleeves pushed up, hair tied back loosely, boots tapping against the floor as she adjusts herself.
She looks casual, comfortable, exactly her, but there’s a tightness in her shoulders that tells me she’s still thinking about what happened in the bathroom.
About what I said. About what she said back.