“Oh, and Kade?” Shirley called to him.
He turned around. “Yes, Shirley?”
“Women don’t like selfish lovers. So don’t be forgetting to give her a little something extra.”
Janis burst out into laughter. “Shirley Ann Michaud! Do you know what Catherine would do if she heard you talk to Kade that way? Why, she’d chase you with a frying pan and tan your hide with it.”
Shirley merely shrugged and grinned. “What? I didn’t say anything untrue. That Patreece seems like a nice lady. Just making sure our Kade here treats her right.”
Kade laughed and shook his head at the two women. Damn if they couldn’t be a couple of busybodies, but they were funny as hell. They were inappropriate, had very little filter and didn’t care what anyone thought. It really was no surprise that they were so close with his mom. They didn’t grow up with the reputation of being the cheeky trio for nothing.
He turned back to face the house and met one hell of a vision. Patreece stood in the doorway and reminded him of why she had become the object of his desire. She had her hair slicked back in that same ponytail. Gone were the familiar blue jeans and in their place she wore a pair of khaki Capri pants. Her blouse was white with flowers sprinkled across her chest and buttons up the front. She topped off the ensemble with white tennis shoes and a smile that nearly knocked the wind out of him.
“Hey, you,” he greeted her while walking up the sidewalk.
“Hi. You’re right on time.”
“Yeah, well, I was almost late.” He nodded in the direction of Shirley and Janis. “Seems they think pretty highly of you.”
“They’re both very sweet.”
“So are you going to let me come inside? Or are we going to talk out here all night?”
“Oh God. I’m so sorry. Here, come in.” She held open the door for him. “I hadn’t been expecting them. They just showed up bearing gifts. They’re really very nice ladies. I made some tea and we talked for a while, and before I knew it, the time just got away from me. I knew you were going to be here soon, so I tried my best to get them out of here before you got here. I mean, well, I wasn’t sure if you wanted anyone to know that…well, you know.”
He set down the cardboard box and smiled at her. She was really quite adorable when she got flustered. He liked this side to her much better than he did the abrupt and scared one.
“Hey, come here.” He wrapped his arms around her, giving her a big bear hug. “I don’t care if they know.”
“You don’t?”
“No. In fact I don’t care if anyone knows. We’re two consenting adults. What we do is our business. If they see us together, then they see us together. Doesn’t bother me none.”
She smiled at him, but he could still sense that same uncertainty that was there earlier that morning. He didn’t blame her. He didn’t know what was going to happen any more than she did. That didn’t mean he was afraid to find out. If only he knew all of her secrets, and why she worked so hard to keep them hidden. He may have peeled back some of her layers. He didn’t think he’d even begun to scratch the surface, though. There seemed to be something in her eyes, whether she was angry, happy or writhing beneath him. There was always this anxiety lurking deep inside. Someone or something had happened to her. And it had changed her. Not in a good way, either.
“Hey.” He lifted her chin with his finger. “You okay?”
She nodded and flashed him a smile. “Yeah. But I am hungry. All I’ve had to eat all day are two cupcakes.”
“The cupcakes? Tell me you didn’t eat the red velvet cupcakes.”
“Umm…Okay, I can tell you that. But there’s a pretty good chance I’d be lying to you.”
“But I love red velvet cupcakes. I have been craving them since you bought the last ones yesterday.” He pouted at her obnoxiously.
“I see someone is a whiner when they don’t get their way. I’ve gotta say, I didn’t see that coming.”
“Well, come on. They’re red velvet cupcakes! I mean, hello! Have you tasted them? They’re delicious!”
“Actually, I have. And they were.” She smirked.
He squinted and gave her a menacing glare. “You know. There are few things that upset me in life. But when it comes to my sweet tooth, yeah, don’t go there, lady.”
Laughing, she crossed her arms and gave him a challenging grin. “Oh yeah? So what…? You’re saying that if you and I were stranded on a deserted island and we had only one cupcake, you wouldn’t share it with me?”
“Um, let me think about that.” He waited only a fraction of a second, then answered, “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Hmm…that’s a shame.” She walked back toward the kitchen, taking the tray of food with her.
This newly discovered playful side to her was exactly what he needed to break down some more of her walls. He walked into the kitchen behind her. Leaning up against the doorway, he crossed his arms and legs, accepting her challenge.
“Why’s that, exactly?”
“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but only since you asked, of course.”
“Oh, of course.” He smirked.
“I happen to have a pretty big sweet tooth myself. In fact, I was once quite the baker. I could make anything from pies to cookies to cakes, and even red velvet cupcakes.”
Kade licked his lips and cocked his eyebrow at her. “Keep talking.”
“Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to let loose in the kitchen. Making sweets sounds like a great way to spend my Tuesday. But…” She shrugged while taking the boxes out of the tray. “If you’re not the sharing type, maybe I shouldn’t be, either.”
What she’d said struck him odd. Key words like “able to let loose” stood out to him. As though someone or something had prevented her from doing what she enjoyed. He ignored his curiosity, not wanting to disrupt the devil-may-care atmosphere by asking questions. That conversation could come another time. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy this fun side to her.
“Hey now, let’s not get crazy. I never said I wouldn’t share.”
She grabbed some paper napkins from the counter and laughed at him. “Actually, I am pretty sure that’s exactly what you said.”
“Hmm…” He came toward her and splayed his hands at her hips. “Are you sure? I think what I said was that I would so totally share.”
He kissed her lips softly and trailed his tongue down the side of her neck. She started to say something, but her words became quiet mumbles as her head fell back and allowed him even better access. The column of her neck was smooth. Her skin was warm and smelled like jasmine. His cock instantly responded. Just like last, he grew hard with very little stimuli. The mere aroma of her flesh and taste of her salty skin had him aroused.
“Oh, Treece.”
He whispered the words into her ear through ragged breaths. His heart was pounding. All of the waiting he’d done all day had culminated in this one kiss to bring him to the point of no return. He wanted her. Here and now. The food could wait. Everything could wait. His lust for her couldn’t.
Tugging at her shirt, he pulled it free from her pants and reached underneath. The bra she wore covered her nipples, but didn’t hide the rigid peaks. He bent his knees and ground his hips into her. His cock already ached for her. Her tight pussy had wrapped around him so perfectly. The memory wasn’t enough. He needed to experience it again.
“Tell me you want me,” he murmured.
“I want you.”
Her voice. Sweet Jesus. She sounded like an angel. A sweet, seductive and sinful little angel. He had no idea what in the hell he’d done to deserve her, to deserve this, but he wasn’t going to waste any time trying to figure it out. He was going to take everything Patreece was willing to give.
He began working at her blouse, trying to open it as quickly as possible without ripping the shirt to shreds. Memories of being a horny teenager flooded his mind as his shaky hands fought again the plastic buttons fro
m hell. Evil minions of the Antichrist must have fused them to the fabric, making it impossible for him to work with them.
Her long, slender fingers reached under his shirt and raked across his abdomen. He flinched and pulled away for a moment. The tickle had affected his body in a way that he hadn’t expected. His cock leaked against his pants. He was way past the point of self-control. There would be no smooth or masculine moves from him tonight. He felt as if he was a fumbling idiot.
“Kade?”
Her gaze searched his eyes for an answer to what was wrong, but he had no idea how to explain. He wanted her. That wasn’t the problem. His body ached for her. There was something else, something unfamiliar he wasn’t sure how to deal with.
“Did I do something wrong?” She looked up at him through timid and uncertain eyes.
“No.” He shook his head and dropped his forehead against hers. “No, Treece. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He pressed his lips softly against hers as he attempted to regain his composure. Nerves knotted in his stomach while he tried to steady his breathing. His lust was raging, fighting with the overwhelming feelings he was having. He just needed to rein in whatever the hell this was and get a hold of himself.
For several long, agonizing minutes he moved slowly. He kissed her gently, barely touching her body as the restraint eventually came back under his control. He pulled away and framed her face in his hands. Brushing his thumbs across her cheeks, he stared into those amber eyes. The evening sun shone through the kitchen window, causing them to gleam as she leered up at him. Her expression told him so much but left so many unanswered questions. She wanted him, that much he was sure of. Who she was and where this was heading…Those were questions he was completely clueless about.
Now, with steady hands, he began working at her blouse. Each button slid through the fabric hole with ease. He opened her blouse and pulled it back and off her shoulders. An ivory satin and lace bra hid her breasts from him, but didn’t deter him. Tugging at the straps, he pulled them down her arms until her nipples were exposed. He cupped one of her breasts in each hand, squeezing and massaging while scraping his thumb across the sensitive peaks. She dropped her head back and moaned. The sound was more than an invitation, it was a demand…one he heard loud and clear.
He dipped his head and closed his mouth over one of her tits. Sucking and licking, he then nibbled gently on it, applying a pinch to the other nipple at precisely the same time. She let out a whimper and grabbed onto the back of his head. He alternated to the other side, repeating the pattern and manipulating her body to respond to him. He continued the game, pushing her, teasing her and bringing her closer to the brink for several minutes. His cock twitched with every provocative sound she made. If he had enough willpower, he might have been able to advance the taunt all night long. The fact of the matter was he had very little control, at least as far Patreece was concerned.
The memory of how hot and wet her pussy had been last night piqued his curiosity. Still sucking on her nipples, he reached down between them and began unfastening her pants. Her smooth skin warmed his hands as he brought them around to her backside and palmed her ass. Again she moaned, pushing his lust even further. Bringing one hand back to the front, he slid it inside her panties. The wetness coated his hand before he even dipped a finger inside. Liquid heat trickled from her pussy, proving she was just as ready as he was.
Reluctantly, he tore free from her tits. The swollen nipples hung in front of him, puffy and red from his play. He could have sucked on them like a starving man forever, if he hadn’t been so damn thirsty for something else.
Pushing her Capris and panties down her thighs, he yanked them down each leg and fought with her shoes until each one went flying across the room. Standing up, he was able to see her, all of her, completely naked except for the bra, which barely hung on.
Her mocha skin looked even better in the buff. The sun shone against her body, and shadows and light reflected off the curves of her hips and around the mounds of her tits. She stared at him, her expression hungry and needy while she gently bit down on her lower lip. He took in all he saw, hoping to be able to etch it into his memory as if it were a tattoo so he would never forget just how beautiful she was. As soon as he considered the possibility, he knew it was ridiculous. There was no way he could ever forget. Not her. Not this. Never.
Chapter Thirteen
Patreece probably should have felt embarrassed by her present state of nakedness. Kade stood before her, wearing all his clothes with only his jeans unbuttoned. Nothing she was experiencing was negative, though. She didn’t care that he had so easily managed to rid her of her clothes. Her body responded to him. She responded to him. There was no denying how badly she wanted him. When he’d called her “Treece,” she could feel herself melting into him.
It struck her as so odd, too. Patreece wasn’t even her real name. She’d only had it for about a week. Sandra was the name she knew, the name that held a part of her former life. In some ways, she hated it now. She could still hear the way Carl would shout it in anger. Maybe that was why hearing Kade say her name, so needy and sexy, made her respond the way she did. There were probably a dozen reasons why. For some reason, she didn’t care what any of them were, though. She wasn’t about to feel guilty for her brazenness. He made her feel things she never had before. She refused to allow anything but happiness to enter into her mind.
Suddenly, he came toward her. In a rush, he picked her up and lifted her onto the kitchen table. She began fumbling with his jeans, but to her surprise, he pulled away. She stared at him, searching for an explanation to what he was thinking. His eyes pierced her. The dark brown swirled around his pupils. She could see something when she looked into them. It was as if they were talking to her, urging her to trust him. And she did. There were so many reasons why she shouldn’t, but at the moment, none of them made any sense. Kade wouldn’t hurt her. She could feel him reassuring her of that very thing.
He grabbed onto her ass, yanking her bottom forward until she barely rested on the edge of the table. She thought this was it. She waited for him to take off his jeans and drive inside her just as he had the night before. To her surprise, he didn’t do anything of the sort. He slid down to his knees and spread her thighs. She closed her eyes on a whimper as soon as she felt the warm glide of his tongue slide into her pussy.
With strong fingers, he spread her lips open, exposing every part of her. He covered her with his mouth, darting his tongue up and down the slick path of her pussy. He worked up, around, in and out, each and every time getting just a tiny bit closer to her clit. Her pussy fluttered in anticipation. She knew he was teasing her. Torn between the agony and the pleasure, she wasn’t sure if she should protest or enjoy the ride.
It wasn’t long before she began rocking her hips into him. She braced herself on the table with one hand and held the back of his head with the other. She tried desperately to force him to hurry and find her sensitive nub. It needed friction. It needed pressure. It needed to be sucked and licked.
“Oh God!”
Suddenly, she felt the impact of what she’d been waiting for. Her body jolted the moment he flicked his tongue across it. She could feel her pussy juices flowing from her body, covering his mouth and face as he buried himself between her thighs.
Her body changed then. She could sense herself opening for him. Her pussy trembled with want. It wanted to be filled. She wanted to be filled. Filled with Kade. With his cock. She needed him to fuck her.
She released his head and placed both hands on the table slightly behind her. His mouth made slurping sounds against her sensitive flesh as he continued to feast on her cunt. The small whimpers and moans she made were now unabashedly replaced by her screams. For every flick of her clit, she pressed her pussy against his face. The heat felt good, but the pressure felt that much better.
He started moving his face, rubbing back and forth with his mouth still firmly against her slit. She opened her ey
es, trying to peek down and see what he was doing. Only a moment later, her question was answered. Abruptly, he stood up and yanked off his shirt with one hand while working his jeans down his thighs with the other. She stared in utter amazement as she saw his cock, already sheathed in a purple condom. She was impressed at the very least. He certainly had a few tricks up his sleeve.
His large body loomed over her, but that wasn’t what she noticed the most. His muscles and chest took a backseat to the glistening moisture covering his chin and lips. It turned her on to see her juices coating him like that, knowing it was her body that he’d so expertly fucked with his tongue.
Her mind raced with the realization he turned her into someone she’d never been before. Sex had been a chore for her in the past, nothing more than the duty of an obedient wife who did as her husband wanted. This, no matter how much Kade seemed to want it as well, was for her just as much.
He reached around the back of her head and pulled at her ponytail holder. Slowly, he slid it down the length of her hair until it fell free. The long strands tickled against the middle of her shoulder blades, causing chills to race up her spine. Then he unhooked her bra clasp and allowed it to fall to the table.
“Jesus…You’re so fucking beautiful.”
The way he spoke excited her. It wasn’t so much what he’d said but how he’d said it. The inflection of his voice and the words he used said more than anything else. They were raw, primal and downright crude. Had it been Carl or any other man, she may have shuddered in fear or disgust. Kade wasn’t any other man, though. He was different. She didn’t know how, but he was.
She reached out to him and lightly danced her fingers across his chest. Her nails raked his skin in slow and winding paths down to his stomach. His cock jutted toward her. The purple condom stretched thin over his thickness, exposing every vein and ridge. He was bigger than she’d thought. The sensation of him filling her felt so right.
Carl had an average penis, maybe six inches at most. Kade, on the other hand, was well over that and looked every inch of delicious.
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