The Unforgettable Kind

by Melanie Munton

My sympathy evaporated in an instant, transforming into blinding need. He didn’t need to ask twice. I stroked down the length of him and slid upward in one long pull.

  He hissed, his head falling back. “How does your hand feel this good? Finally getting inside you might just kill me.”

  I smiled, biting my lip. I was entranced at seeing all of Kade for the first time, watching my hand glide up and down. Between his muscles, his face, his ass, and his cock, I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful man.

  “Enough of this.”

  He flung my hand off him. After tearing my bra off, he picked me up and threw me onto the nearest surface, which happened to be the couch. I only got to enjoy an unobstructed view of a naked Kade for a second before he fell on top of me.

  Naked, we writhed against each other, tongues thrusting, lips sucking and nipping. Our hands were frantic, his kneading my breasts, mine grabbing at the globes of his ass. His thick erection rubbed against my center. My legs pulled his hips closer, increasing the pressure.

  I was close to coming a second time, just from the friction.

  Sweat dotted his hairline, his forehead scrunching. Whether the look was from pleasure or pain I wasn’t sure. At this point, they were one and the same. Suddenly, he pushed off me and moved down my body, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.

  “I’m not gonna last much longer,” he growled.

  I assumed that meant he was about to push inside me. But instead, he lowered himself onto his stomach, his head between my thighs, and pushed my legs toward my chest.

  “Kade, wha—”

  “Need to eat you,” was the last thing he mumbled before covering my sex with his greedy mouth.

  And I do mean greedy.

  His tongue lashed me without mercy, his lips sucking at my clit until my entire body was arching off the couch. He just pinned me down with his powerful hands, his mouth never skipping a beat in its ruthless pursuit of another orgasm.

  When I imagined Kade licking me as I stroked myself in bed at night—a regular occurrence ever since I’d acquired my very first pink toy—he had never been this damn hungry.

  Or skilled.

  Which was saying something because I had a pretty inventive imagination.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I chanted incoherently.

  He moaned against me, increasing the tempo of his licks until he’d drained me completely, leaving me boneless.

  “Holy shit.” I fought to get more air into my lungs. “No way that just happened.”

  I didn’t realize he’d left the couch until he came back with a condom in his hand. I expected to see a smug smile on his face. He’d more than earned it, after all. But there was only pure desire and vicious determination sparkling in his eyes.

  His need for release overrode smugness.

  “Damn right it happened. But this is gonna be even better than that.”

  I watched in fascination as he rolled on the condom. The extra-large condom. He propped himself over me, his cock hovering right above my entrance.

  That’s when it really hit me.

  I’m going to have sex with Kade.

  Everything was going to change after this. There was no going back.

  And judging from the look on his face, he was being hit with the same bomb.

  “I need you, Sam.”

  Did he think I was second-guessing the whole thing? Screw that.

  “And I need you to fuck me, Kade.”

  His eyes slid closed in relief. But he opened them again as he slowly sank inside me. Inch by inch, our gazes were locked the entire time. We both must have been holding our breaths because as soon as he bottomed out, we exhaled heavily together, as if synchronized. He pressed a sweet kiss to my lips as we laid there motionless for a moment.

  “You’re so tight. Jesus, I haven’t even moved yet and you’re already the best thing I’ve ever felt.”

  I shifted to re-position my hips, but could barely move.

  I was so full.

  “God, you’re big.”

  His mouth twitched. I knew he liked hearing that. I squeezed my inner muscles around him, and his face crumpled in agony. I knew he liked that even more.

  “Ah, fuck. I promise the next time will last longer.”

  “I’ll take whatever you give me. Just make sure it’s hard.”

  “Goddamn, you’re sexy.”

  I grabbed his shoulders, bracing myself for the ride.

  Oh, and what a ride it was.

  As soon as the words left my mouth, Kade released a torrent of thrusts into me, pounding me into the couch so hard I was afraid we might break it. His fevered grunts grew louder the bigger he swelled inside me. The closer he got, the harder his cock pulsed. His biceps strained with every slam. I tried to meet his drives, but he was so strong, his pace so frenzied, I could hardly move.

  All I could do was feel and fall.

  I knew he was approaching his release when he leaned up and lowered his hand to where we were connected. He never lost his momentum as he held one of my legs up and rubbed my clit with the other.

  “I need you with me.” His voice was low and husky, his gaze heavy-lidded.

  My nails bit into his arms. “Right there, there, there!”

  Pressure like I’d never felt before in my life shot through me as he pumped once, twice more, and shouted as he came.

  “Sam.”

  His climax seemed to go on forever, his body convulsing as he collapsed over me, exhausted and spent.

  “You’re mine now. Finally mine.”

  Tears sprang to my eyes at his soft-spoken words. My body was shaking, too, both with the emotional intensity of what just happened and the level of extreme pleasure that was electrifying every nerve inside me. I probably couldn’t have stood if I tried.

  That was fucking amazing.

  Saying those words out loud seemed too lame. Instead, I went with, “Oh, my God.”

  The deep rumble of his chuckle vibrated against my chest. He pushed himself up onto his hands, grinning down at me.

  “Sweetheart, that’s nothing. I’ve got years’ worth of fantasies to work through with you. And it’s still early.”

  I lifted my head. “Tonight? You mean there’s more?”

  He laughed, chucking me under the chin. “Oh, Sam. This is only the beginning.”

  Those words kept ringing in my ears as he carried me back to his bedroom.

  This really was just the beginning.

  We’d embarked on something incredible tonight, and I had to remind myself that we’d only skimmed the surface. Kade and I could be something truly special and wonderful. Some part of me wanted to hurry this along because I was afraid it would slip away before it had the opportunity to go the distance.

  But we could take it slow.

  Now that we had finally admitted how we felt, there was no need to hurry. We had plenty of time to explore each other and this new dynamic between us. There didn’t have to be a ton of pressure because we already knew everything about each other. We could enjoy this exciting, sexual discovery phase for as long as we wanted.

  This was new and fun. That’s all it needed to be for now.

  We were still Sam and Kade.

  Just the Sam and Kade that now had spectacular sex.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  “Dreams”

  by Van Halen

  Kade

  Who knew Sam would be a wildcat in bed?

  Just kidding, I did.

  I’d always imagined what sex would be like between us. I kind of figured it would be similar to how we argued—like two explosive powder kegs colliding. She was like fire when she went toe-to-toe with me, so why wouldn’t she be the same between the sheets?

  And dear God, I was right.

  The girl was game for pretty much anything and damn, was that a turn-on.

  The images of her from our kiss years ago that I’d stored away for future spank bank purposes were nothing compared to the real Sam, really na
ked, and really in my bed. All night last night. And this morning in the shower when she’d eagerly knelt down and gave me the most fantastic blow job in recorded history. Just thinking about it in the locker room before my game had me instantly boning up.

  I plucked the bottle of men’s body wash from Sam’s hands. “Why do I love the idea of you rubbing that all over yourself and smelling like me all day?”

  She spun around with a coy smile plastered on her sinfully beautiful face. “Why do I love the idea of you rubbing that all over me yourself?”

  I could not fucking believe I finally had Sam Lawrence naked in my shower.

  Or that I’d had her last night naked in my bed.

  Or that I’d had naked sex with her in that same bed.

  A naked Sam in reality was a thousand times better than any fantasy my mind could conjure. Not to mention having her willingly submit to my every sexual whim. And now I got to enjoy her dripping wet in my shower as water sluiced over the peaks of her nipples. Every one of her delicious curves was on display.

  For me.

  I was still getting used to the fact that this was actually happening. That I could now have Sam stripped, naked, and under me anytime I wanted. It had only been roughly twelve hours, but I’d never been so happy in all my life.

  Nothing had ever felt this right before.

  Or soft. God, she’s so soft.

  And utterly perfect.

  I shook my head at her, returning the body wash to the shower ledge. “I wasn’t quite ready for you to get clean yet.”

  She wrapped her slim arms around my waist and leaned into me, which I both loved and hated. Loved because it placed the tip of my cock in perfect position to push inside her. Hated because I could no longer ogle her tits as they bounced with every move she made.

  “You saying you prefer me dirty?”

  My hands squeezed both of her ass cheeks. “Filthy.”

  I crushed her mouth under mine, feeding her a whole lot of tongue just to make my point. After drawing a few moans from her, I was satisfied that I’d rocked her world enough to move on to the next step. I moved to pin her against the shower wall, but she pulled out of the kiss and stopped me with a hand on my chest.

  “Whoa, now,” she said breathlessly. “You might have a thoroughbred there,” she glanced down at my very obvious erection, “but this filly hasn’t been ridden that thoroughly in…well, ever.”

  I admit, my chest puffed out at hearing that. Those three times last night had been vigorous, but I was ready for round four.

  “I think I need a little break to re-charge.”

  My shoulders slumped like a kid who’d just had his favorite toy snatched away. Resigning myself to making this shower just about showering, I reached for the body wash again.

  Her laughter stopped me. “I meant my body needed a break. I never said my mouth didn’t work.”

  Sweet. Jesus.

  Please don’t let this be a dream.

  The moment Sam lowered herself to her knees and took my cock in her hands was an image that would forever live in the forefront of my memories.

  The feel of her tongue licking across my tip? Fucking epic.

  The sight of her rosy pink lips wrapping around my shaft as it sank inside the wet warmth of her mouth? Might as well have been walking through the Pearly Gates, it was so heavenly.

  And the force with which she sucked me down? Her enthusiasm and rigor as she moaned and cupped my balls?

  “Motherfucking Christ.”

  My legs almost buckled. I slammed my hands against the tile to stop myself from grabbing the back of her head and fucking her sweet mouth. Not that I had to. She was doing a damn good job all on her own. In fact, I was reaching my release much quicker than I should have for the fourth time in the last several hours.

  “Oh, fuck. Sam.”

  Seconds later, another one of my dreams came true. Spilling down Sam’s throat as she crouched naked before me, swallowing every last drop of me.

  I let out a long sigh after she finished sucking me dry. She wore a proud, self-satisfied smile as she rose to her feet and licked her lips. She should have been proud as fuck, no question. I’d never been a huge fan of kissing a girl after she’d sucked on me, but it didn’t matter with Sam. Nothing on Earth could have stopped me from taking her mouth right then. I needed her to know how much I appreciated how good she’d made me feel.

  “I knew it,” I whispered against her lips as I eased back.

  “You knew what?”

  I smirked. “I knew that smart mouth had to be good for something.”

  I chuckled to myself as I recalled her reaction to that dumbass line. I’d let her get in several good smacks to my arms and ass. But when she’d gone for my nipples and tried to twist the hell out of them, I’d pinned her to my body until her struggles had dissolved into giggles. The rest of the shower had been spent taking turns soaping each other up and getting lost in our kisses.

  As much as I should have been thinking about the game ahead of me as I took the field with my teammates, the only thing filling my head was my future with Sam. She didn’t need to know it, but I already had it all figured out for us.

  The way I pictured it, I would continue on with college, spend at least ten to twenty years in the pros, and then retire. Sam would graduate with her broadcasting degree, work her way up with one of the networks and become a kick-ass sportscaster. I’d be by her side and she’d be by mine every step of the way.

  I’d probably wait to propose until after she finished college. We’d buy a house somewhere, depending on which pro team I ended up with. We’d have to juggle our time between my season and her work schedule, but we would make do because we’d always been a good team. We’d get a dog before we started having kids. She’d probably want to wait a little while to work on her career before she popped any babies out, and I was sure we’d argue about it. But eventually, we’d become a cute little family with matching Jennings jerseys and a house on a plot of land. And Sam and I would grow old with nothing but time and love for each other.

  See? All figured out.

  I wouldn’t tell her any of that now, just in case I freaked her the hell out. And okay, maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself. But I’d always secretly dreamed of having that with her—the house with a white picket fence and two point five kids. I’d never had a dog, siblings, or parents who were actually in love with each other when I was growing up.

  My life had never felt normal.

  It still wasn’t normal.

  And I wanted normal.

  Even now, I couldn’t enjoy college like most other twenty-somethings could. My watered-down celebrity status as one of the best college football players in the country had been solidified with my first touchdown I scored as a Gator. I was recognized everywhere I went. It seemed like my entire life was scrutinized with every interview I gave. And yes, if this was the only way I could play football for the rest of my life, then I would deal with it. The notoriety went with the territory. The only thing that made it bearable was the knowledge that I would have Sam with me from here on out.

  As long as I had her, I could manage all the chaos.

  I just wanted some aspect of normalcy to keep me grounded, and I wanted it with her.

  Last night had set all of that into motion.

  Now, we could ride it out for a while before we had to jump over our next hurdle.

  We just had no idea how soon that next hurdle would arrive.

  Or how impossible it would be to overcome.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  “Every Breath You Take”

  by The Police

  Now

  Sam

  The Monday morning after the awards banquet comes a little too early. I didn’t sleep well all weekend thanks to all of my nocturnal stirrings. And by stirrings, I mean physical needs. Needs that I took care of with a certain hazel-eyed, tongue-lashing fiend in mind.

  I’m all jittery when I walk into my office
on Monday, which must be due to a caffeine overdose. It’s certainly not because I can’t stop thinking about Kade.

  It’s not.

  Perhaps it’s because of that jittery sensation or my overall distraction that I don’t immediately notice the envelope on my desk. It’s only after I’ve fired up my computer and sent off a few emails that my eyes catch on the orange of the manila. It’s sitting smack dab in the middle of the organized mess with no name or address. Just a lone, blank envelope that I know I didn’t place there. I also know a courier didn’t drop it off because I never signed for anything, and my office was still locked when I came in.

  My Spidey-sense tingles.

  I know that whatever is in that envelope can’t be good.

  Nothing so mysterious usually is.

  My frustration flickers to life when my fingers start to tremble as I reach for the obtrusive object. Forcing myself to stay calm, I open the clasp and turn the envelope upside down, letting the items inside spill out onto my desk.

  I’m full-on shaking when I finally comprehend what I’m looking at.

  Pictures. All of me.

  Clearly taken from a distance, but each image is crystal clear. I know they’re not paparazzi photos because they’re not in the papers or online. Plus, they’re not in any way scandalous. Just me walking to my car from my condo in the morning, on my way to work. Walking to my car in the parking garage after work. Heading to the gym. Leaving the bar down the street. I flip through the stack, my anxiety growing exponentially.

  Someone has been following me.

  But why?

  Then I get to the last one.

  The one of me and Kade from the other night, after the banquet. We’re standing beside the limo in our formalwear, the streetlight above us illuminating our faces. It’s an intimate pose, our body language suggesting more than just familiarity. That’s how we left that night. Just a few words about how nice the evening was, a kiss on my cheek, panties in my hand, and me walking myself to my door as he watched from his position by the limo.

  But that’s not the last item in the stack.

  There’s a piece of paper underneath the picture of Kade and I. The words on it are written in bold, black script, all in caps.