“You want to come in?”
I choose the words deliberately, tossing out innuendo like irresistible bait.
His nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything. Just steps into the room and closes the door behind him, punctuating his decision with an audible click. I’m not drunk, but the alcohol swimming around in my head makes me feel deliciously uninhibited. Which explains why I’m using my tight red dress to my every advantage as I turn my back to him and strut across the carpet toward my bedroom. Because I know his eyes are glued to my ass, I make sure to put some extra sway into my hips.
I don’t make it far.
Kade yanks me back against him, my back to his front. “Don’t play with me, Sam,” he rasps. “You know I’m not going to say no to you, so you better be sure this is what you want.”
In this moment, right here, this is exactly what I want. But I don’t voice that out loud. I’m not really sure why. I just can’t force the words to leave my mouth.
It’s as if he can read my thoughts.
“I won’t make you say it. At least not yet. I just need to know that you’re good with whatever happens here before I make another move.”
In answer, I push my butt back against his growing erection and slowly rub it back and forth.
He groans in approval. “Ah, fuck yeah. Then so be it.”
I gasp when he thrusts his hips, grinding against me. His hands pull my dress up my waist until he’s able to get them underneath the material. His fingers shove my panties to the side and pet my bare sex, playing with my clit. He exhales, his breath hot and heavy, when he feels the physical effects of what he does to me.
“You’re so goddamn wet. Just like the last time I touched you here.”
I angle my hips back, wanting his touch lower, deeper. When he doesn’t immediately give me more, I drive them back into him.
“That’s right. Rub that sweet ass against me, baby.”
His fevered panting heats up my already flushed skin. I reach back and pull his head closer, angling it until I’m able to connect our mouths. I take the kiss I’ve been wanting ever since I got drunk and stole one I barely even remember. It has the effect I aim for, which is to unleash his dominant side. Groaning, his tongue delves into my mouth and well…it’s the kind of kiss you can feel all the way down in your toes.
When he slides two fingers inside me, I break away from the kiss with an it’s-so-good-it-hurts kind of cry.
“Yes. Mmm.”
“Yeah? That how you like it?”
“No.” I reach behind me and palm him. “I need something bigger inside me.”
His teeth nip at my ear. “You’ll get it. Every single inch. I can still taste you from the other night. It’s been driving me fucking crazy. You’ve already come on my tongue, Sam. You ready to come on my cock?”
I don’t need to answer. We both know it’s rhetorical.
I squeeze him harder, his words sending me careening toward a quick orgasm. I clench my inner muscles around his fingers in case he needs further affirmation.
He drops his head to my shoulder, groaning louder. “I need to feel that. Fucking please.”
He sounds like a man who’s about to come undone.
With his fingers still inside me, I’m able to open and unzip his pants, blindly shoving at his briefs until I’m holding his smooth, hard cock in my hands.
You know how people say you never forget your first?
Well, I say you never forget your biggest.
And, hot dayum.
To this day, Kade is still my biggest. There’s no competition.
My insides feel fluttery, like a smoker jonesing for her nicotine fix. Only instead of cigarettes, I’m addicted to Kade’s touch. And I’d much rather be sucking on the stick in my hands than on one that can cause cancer.
With a vicious growl, he pulls his hand away and starts ripping at the zipper on the back of my dress. “Get fucking naked.”
With a hiss of the zipper, the material parts and falls free of my shoulders. He yanks it the rest of the way down my torso, but stops once my breasts spill out. I couldn’t have worn a bra with the dress, so they’re already bare for him. His hands immediately cover them.
“Ah, Christ,” he breathes. “I don’t know which I’ve missed more. Your ass.” I gasp when he thrusts against me. “Your pussy. Your mouth.” He shakes his hands, causing my breasts to jiggle. My head falls back. His mouth is right at my ear when he hisses, “Or your tits.”
I’m stroking him from behind. He’s kneading me from the front. Our heavy breaths are tangling together in a suffocating fog of lust. I want to see him naked, but I don’t want to take the time to even turn around and unbutton his shirt. I could just tear it off…
But it looks like Kade can’t wait that long, either.
He walks me over to my dining room table and presses a hand to my back. When I’m bent over with my bare breasts smashed against the table, he yanks my dress down my legs, my panties going right along with it. His hand slides across my cheeks.
“Sam, baby. Still keepin’ it tight, I see.”
I remember the way he strings his words together when he’s lost in the heat of the moment. His tongue loosens and my, oh my, he can say some wicked things.
When he kicks my feet apart, I have to brace my hands on the table to keep from tottering in my heels. I hear a crinkling sound behind me, which I know is the condom packet when I hear him sheathing himself. He brings his tip to my entrance but pauses.
I lift my head. “What are you waiting for?”
Hell-ooo. I’m about to combust here!
He grips my ass. “I’m just cataloguing this image right here. So many times I’ve pictured you like this. I didn’t have you from behind or bent over eight years ago. Your pussy feels fucking spectacular in any position, but getting you in this one has been a particular fantasy for me.”
A deep rumble comes from his chest when I wiggle my hips, trying to move him along. Although, I have to admit I do like the image of him staring down at me in this position. Biting his lower lip, his heated gaze fixed on his hands as they part my cheeks, clearing the way for his cock while getting a better look at my dripping center.
“Then you better make it good,” I challenge.
That seems to do the trick.
With one forceful drive, he fills me full of nine solid inches.
He freezes once he’s balls deep. “Jesus.”
It’s the last word spoken between us before he starts ramming his hips into me, jarring my entire body and leaving me breathless. I don’t stop for a second to consider the consequences of letting Kade fuck me. In fact, I use the edge of the table for leverage and push back into him, my body pulling him in even deeper.
It’s dirty and filthy and mindless.
It’s frenzied and frantic and lacks all self-control.
I don’t even need extra stimulation down there to reach my climax. Between Kade’s dirty words, his finger-fucking, and his toe-curling kisses, I was halfway to coming before I ever pulled out his rock hard cock.
He finishes seconds after me with a tremendous roar of my name, and uses the many seconds after to catch his breath.
“Still the best,” he says as he slowly pulls out of me.
He stalks off to the bathroom, leaving me to nakedly contemplate what the hell he meant by that.
Still the best what?
Best sex he’s ever had? Is that all I’ve ever been to him?
And even if that alone is true, then why the effing eff did he walk away all those years ago? Even if he hadn’t loved me back then, why hadn’t the sex not even been enough to make him stick around?
Feeling way too vulnerable standing here without clothes on, especially knowing Kade is still fully clothed, I stomp down the hallway to my bedroom and wrap myself up in my silk robe. I’m back in the living room, trying to rationalize my reaction to his words by the time he returns from the bathroom. I keep my back to him as I pick up my abandoned
dress off the floor and carefully lay it over the couch. I feel his eyes on me, but I don’t know if I can face him.
What the hell was I thinking?
I just had sex with Kade.
Kade!
The guy who ditched me in college. The same guy who never apologized nor explained himself for ditching me in college. The guy I said had blown his last chance with me and who would never get another one. I could feel my anger rise of its own volition—anger aimed at both him and myself. He needs to leave before I lose my ever-loving shit.
“Thanks again for tonight,” I say, my words sounding flat. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
Silence. Then, “Are you thanking me for the concert or for the sex?” His voice oozes with derision.
“Both, I guess.”
“Goddammit,” he hisses under his breath. “Are you serious right now, Sam? You really want me to go?”
I finally spin around and yep, he looks almost as infuriated as me. “What the hell makes you think you should stay? Because we fucked over a table? Because you ate me out in a limo? We’re adults, for Christ’s sake. Adults do those kinds of things without it meaning anything more.”
Jasmine’s words from the bar weeks ago flash through my mind. The question of why Kade did what he did has been eating at you for eight years. If you don’t put everything out there and ask him about it, one of these days you’re going to explode on him.
Pretty sure this is that explosion.
He points his finger at me menacingly. “Don’t give me that shit. That’s never been us. We’ve always been more than that. This wasn’t some kind of cheap fuck that you can just wash off with a quick shower and forget about.”
“Wasn’t it?”
His face turns bright red.
I know I’ve hit a nerve, but his next words aren’t what I expect.
“I’ll admit that maybe I didn’t handle this just now the way I should have after all this time, but—fuck!” He rubs his hands through his hair. “You get me so worked up, I can’t control myself around you. But you know this goes deeper than just sex. Come on, you have to know that.”
“How would I know that? You usually take off after sex, right?”
He throws his arms out. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Well, after what happened last time, what the hell am I supposed to think?”
His eyes flare. “Is that what it’s going to take? Are we finally there, where we re-hash everything so we can move on? Because I’m all for that. I’ll tell you anything you need to know.”
I’ve been dreading this conversation ever since he came back into my life. But I’ve kind of painted myself into a corner here, haven’t I?
Oh, screw it.
I mimic him and throw my arms up. “Fine. Let’s do this. Let’s finally have it out.”
“Fine.” He crosses his arms. “Ask me.”
I take a measured breath and let it whisper out through my parted lips. It’s meant to calm me, prepare me for what’s to come. But it does nothing. The trepidation is still there blazing strong.
“Why, Kade?”
His forehead creases, as if he’s in pain.
I push forward, though. If I let his every expression affect me, I’ll never make it through this.
“Why did you walk out of my life?”
Chapter Forty
“Sweet Emotion”
by Aerosmith
Back then…
Sam
The day after I spent all night in Kade’s bed for the first time, I was floating around on a cloud much higher than cloud nine.
More like cloud ninety-nine.
I was stupid giddy as I drove back to my dorm from Kade’s apartment to get dressed for his home game today. Maybe it was immature and high school-ish of me, but I got a possessive sense of satisfaction as I slipped on the Florida University jersey with Kade’s name and number on the back. Sure, I wore it to every game, but this time I was putting it on as his…girlfriend? We hadn’t exactly had that discussion yet.
But I was more than just his best friend now. Right?
And I was Kade’s only more-than-just-best-friend who’d be wearing his name and number today. So, there you go.
There was no point in trying to drive over to the stadium because parking was a bear and a half on a game day. Plus, I needed to burn off some major energy. I wasn’t even sure how I had so much, considering how little I slept last night.
I grinned like a fool as I thought about the texts I’d exchanged with Kade when he’d been getting ready in the locker room earlier.
Sam: Good luck today! Looking forward to seeing you all nice and dirty after the game. ;)
Kade: And why is that, Miss Lawrence?
Sam: Because the dirtier you are, the longer I’ll get to spend cleaning you up in the shower.
Kade: Then I’ll make sure to get extra filthy for you. I’ll look for you in the stands.
Sam: We should also discuss you modeling those football pants for me later…
Kade: That some fetish you’ve never told me about?
Sam: There’s just something about the way they make your butt look.
Kade: Duly noted. And I should probably tell you that seeing you in nothing but my jersey last night was basically a dream come true for me.
Sam: Duly noted. Play your cards right and you might get that again tonight…with a striptease.
Kade: Just so you know, these football pants get a lot tighter when your dick is hard. Give a guy a break, babe.
My heart had done a little pitter-patter in my chest when I first read that word. Babe. Such a simple, seemingly meaningless endearment to some, but Kade had certainly never called me that before. Just another confirmation that our relationship was heading in a different, more couple-y direction. That thought led to more pitter-pattering.
As I walked toward my seat in the packed stadium full of blue and orange, I patiently waited for those people who always insisted on talking in the middle of the aisles to move out of the way. I was even polite when the not-so-sober fans bumped into me.
None of that could touch me today.
Not while I was engulfed in an impenetrable post-coital bubble. Between the conversation with my dad and what happened with Kade the night before, it felt like my life was finally in a really good place. Like everything was as it should be.
I finally reached my seat next to Kade’s dad. “Hey, Mr. Jennings.”
“Hello, dear. You look extra chipper today.”
Thank God I was wearing sunglasses because my eyes almost bugged out of my head. Hopefully, I wasn’t blushing. I was afraid the nocturnal activities I’d engaged in with his son only hours before were written all over my face.
“You know me and game days,” was all I said in response to that.
We chatted companionably as both teams warmed up on the field. I preferred to sit in the family section with Mr. Jennings rather than fight for space in the hectic student section. I’d tried it once, and I hadn’t been able to see anything over the bouncing, screaming heads for most of the game. This area was more my speed. Everyone around me had someone they actually knew and loved playing in the game. It felt like I belonged somehow. Plus, Mr. Jennings was basically family, anyway.
That being said, it still took me off-guard whenever Kade “found me in the stands.”
It was during the first five minutes of the game, right after he scored a touchdown. The crowd went nuts, and the cameras stayed on him after he made it into the end zone. After his teammates had roused around him, giving him bear hugs and slapping him on the back, he’d looked right up at our section and pointed his finger in our direction.
Truthfully, he pointed right at me.
The cameras, of course, zeroed in on his dad, clueless as to who I even was. I played it off as if he’d dedicated the touchdown to his dad rather than to me. As I’d smiled and clapped, my heart had been pounding. I could feel Mr. Jennings staring at me curiously, while I f
ocused back on the game. He knows.
Kade had never made so blatant a gesture before.
And he sure as hell hadn’t dedicated any touchdowns to Robyn.
Kade had just publicly acknowledged that I was his more-than-best-friend.
It meant a whole hell of a lot.
What happened fifty-three minutes later, however, erased his gesture from everyone’s minds, including my own.
In fact, it changed literally everything.
It wasn’t even at a crucial point in the game when everyone was on their feet and tension was stirring in the air, like in the movies. The scene was completely innocuous. It was the second down, and we were on our own forty-yard line. Our guys went to the line, and I could tell Kade was going to run a buttonhook. The center snapped the ball to the quarterback, Kade took off, caught the ball when it was thrown to him, and started running down the field.
We rose to our feet, the crowd cheering louder as Kade got closer and closer to the end zone. All of sudden, one of the players from the other team came out of nowhere. Sprinting with all his might, he managed to reach Kade at the ten-yard line and shoved him out of bounds, thus ending the play.
None of us thought it was that hard of a push. The other player didn’t slam into him with tremendous force. There was no reverberating sound of pads thudding against each other.
But I saw Kade lose his balance and stumble.
I saw his leg wobble right before he hit the ground.
And every person in that stadium saw when he didn’t get back up.
I don’t think I so much as blinked as the trainers and coaches approached his prone body on the ground. The entire stadium was eerily quiet as the crowd around Kade worked on him. I felt a small amount of relief when I saw him talking back to them, so at least he wasn’t unconscious.
But the way half his body was writhing in pain and the other half was unmoving scared the hell out of me.
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