Kade

by Dawn Martens

  My eyes narrow, did he just say this was my fault? I don’t think so. “You could have said why you didn’t want to come here. It would have prepared me more, asshole!” I push away from him, and go to the bathroom to clean up.

  There are a few girls in there by the mirror. I tell them to move, so I can clean the blood off my hands. A cute looking blonde girl looks at me curiously. “What happened?” she asks.

  “Got into a small altercation. Some woman came up to Kade and me, starting drama.”

  The girl stills. “Kade?” the blonde one asks.

  “Yup,” I mumble, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading.

  The brunette pipes up. “You’re dating Kade Steele?”

  “I just said yes, didn’t I?” I say rudely.

  The blonde looks at her friend then back at me. “How long have you been together?”

  I sigh, people are so nosey. “A few months now. Why?”

  “A few months?” both girls splutter.

  “Let me guess, you both fucked him?” I say dryly.

  They hesitate, and then nod. “Figures I pick out the one bar where every bitch has had a taste of my man,” I groan.

  I finish cleaning up my hands, and step back from the sink. I take a quick look at my reflection before casually saying, “Just a warning. You try and start anything with Kade and me, you will end up like Kate.”

  Both girls go pale before quietly exiting the bathroom. I walk out, and run into Kade who is standing there waiting for me. He looks concerned.

  “You okay, Nikki?”

  “I’m fine. Let’s just go home before I end up in another fight,” I say sourly.

  Kade sighs. “I’m sorry, beautiful. You’re right, let’s get out of here.”

  We get home, and I show my man exactly why I’m the girl for him.

  Chapter Twenty One

  I pull into the driveway, and am just getting out of my car when I see Kade come rushing out the front door with a huge smile on his face. His hair is tied back at the nape of his neck, and he's wearing dark blue jeans with a white shirt. He looks edible. As soon as I’m within reach he pulls me into his body, capturing my lips in a kiss.

  “What are you so excited about?” I giggle through kisses.

  “I’m finally done with uni! Come out and celebrate with me?” he asks, huge grin still on his face.

  “Congrats! Of course I will, let me run in and get ready,” I tell him. His excitement is contagious.

  I have a thirty second shower, quickly shaving my legs while I’m in there. I dress in a royal blue maxi dress that's tight in all the right places, and black strappy sandals. I apply the barest of makeup- lip balm, eyeliner and a load of mascara. My green eyes really pop when lined with black kohl, so it’s usually my staple makeup look. I tame my hair by tying it up in a high pony tail, teasing the front into a small quiff.

  I clean up pretty well. Kade’s eyes widening when he takes me in is the only compliment I need. We drive to a bar/restaurant. I undo my seat belt, and am about to get out when Kade stops me with his hand.

  “Hope you don’t mind, but Ashley wanted to celebrate with us. She knew today was my last day and asked what I was doing to celebrate, so I told her she can tag along,” Kade says, looking hopeful. He's probably hoping that I won’t make a scene. Actually, it’s not okay.

  "Why couldn't it have just been the two of us, Kade? Are we all gonna go home together and have a three way, too?"

  "Nikki, stop it with this shit," Kade says as he gets out of the Hummer. I quickly follow. We walk up to the doors, and I notice Ashley is already waiting for us. When she sees me, she scowls. She obviously wasn’t expecting me. Bitch.

  "Kade, I thought you said we were celebrating tonight?" Ashley whines.

  "We are. Me and my two girls," Kade says, smiling.

  I would love to kick him in the balls right now. I contemplate it.

  “And I hope, for me, both of them can at least stop the drama for tonight,” Kade grumbles.

  We get seated, and as soon as the waitress approaches us, I order a double shot of rum and coke.

  I keep telling myself over and over again that this is Kade’s night. It would be selfish of me not to let him have it. But still.

  We place our orders and the meal is slightly tense, but Ashley and I try to be on our best behavior. At least when Kade is around. The minute he excuses himself to go to the bathroom, Ashley’s claws are out, and she’s back to her usual fine form.

  “Should have known you'd tag along, insecure bitch,” she hisses.

  “First, he invited me, and second, I should have known you would be here, since you invite yourself everywhere we go. Don’t you get tired of being a third wheel?” I counter. Her face goes red, and she’s about to say something else when we see Kade walking back. We both sit quietly. I stare at the dessert menu, my eyes widening when I notice the selection. I order a tiramisu. Kade and Ashley order chocolate cake.

  “So I have some other news,” Kade says. He leaves us in suspense for a few seconds.

  “Chase asked me to run the club for him. I’ll be managing everything and getting half the profits made,” he announces, looking excited. Half the profits. That’s pretty generous. I hug and congratulate him, then watch as Ashley does the same.

  “The first thing I’m going to do is change the club name,” Kade says, his lips twitching at the corners. “Club Deception is a stupid name, I can’t believe Chase didn’t change it already.” I think I know why Chase didn’t change the name; it’s the place where he met Layla, and he probably feels sentimental about it.

  Even though he'd probably never admit it.

  We finish our dessert, and Kade says bye to Ashley.

  “Thank you for being civil today, Nikki. It means a lot to me,” Kade says gently, kissing me deeply.

  I mumble a ‘no worries,’ before we drive home.

  Where we have our own celebration.

  All night long.

  Chapter Twenty Two

  I walk into the house after a long day at work. I do a double take when I see a pole in the living room.

  What.

  The.

  Fuck?

  They installed a stripper pole.

  In the living area.

  Where I watch Disney movies.

  I repeat. What.The.Fuck?

  Kade walks in, and bursts out laughing when he sees my expression. “What the fuck is this, Kade? You going to make those parties you throw a little more interesting?” I splutter, eyes wide.

  “Oh, come on, Nik, I haven’t had a party in ages. Nope, this is just for you. I told you I wanted a private dance. The way you move... hmm.” He is eyeing the pole with glee like a kid in a candy store. “So, you put it in the living area? Where anyone can see?” I ask, outraged.

  “I couldn’t put it in my room, what if James wanted to use it?”

  I gape. “Besides, this room locks, so no problems,” he says smugly. I eye the pole. Truth be told, after Layla told me about her night as a stripper I am a little intrigued to see how well I can work the pole. In private, of course.

  Two days later, I’m finally home alone. I put on ‘I’m in Love with a Stripper’ by T-Pain, and eye the pole. How hard can it be? I’m wearing black short shorts and a sports bra, ready to get down to business. I start warming up, dancing in time with the music and gyrating my hips. I do a little grinding on the pole, lifting my body up, and wrapping my legs around it. This is actually fun, and a good exercise because I’m already panting. Half an hour later, I’ve taught myself a few sexy little moves, and I’m feeling pretty damn pleased with myself. I jump in the shower, and dress in my pajamas before Kade and James get home.

  Later that night, I walk into the living area to see Kade sitting there alone, watching the television. The air is thick and heavy, and I see Kade gripping onto the remote tightly, his knuckles white.

  “Kade? Are you okay?”
I ask softly. I look at the television, and my mouth hangs open. He is watching a video of me. Dancing on the pole. I glance around the room frantically until I see a tiny little black camera in the corner.

  “You pervert!” I yell out. Is there no such thing as privacy anymore? Kade says nothing, just stares at me with half lidded eyes, while his chest rises with each deep breath.

  “Come here, Nikki, now!” he growls.

  He stands up and grabs my hair at the back of my head, bringing me forward, putting his lips on mine. “God, Nikki, that was fucking hot.”

  “Take me to your room,” I whisper in his ear, and then bite it. I feel him shudder.

  Kade lifts me up, and I instantly wrap my legs around him. He’s kissing me everywhere and anywhere he can get his mouth on. We walk into his room and he kicks the door closed in a swift motion. He sets me down on the bed, and I’m on him in an instant, undoing the button on his jeans, pulling them down, and taking him out. I take as much of him as I can into my mouth, tightening my lips around his erection as I swallow. The tip of him hits the back of my throat, and I moan. His hips pump forward, as I grip onto his muscular thighs.

  Kade growls out, “You can have fun for now, but I’m coming home inside you.”

  With that, I pick up the pace. I swirl my tongue around the tip before sucking deeply. I know he’s close, I can feel him start to shake slightly, his release wanting to escape. I wouldn’t let him release in my mouth on my own accord, I hate come anywhere near my face. Yuck. My tongue sneaks out and licks from base to tip, wanting so badly to take his balls in my mouth, but I know I wasn't going to get that close. I pull away, and he pulls me towards him, slipping off my dress and ripping my underwear. Yes, the Neanderthal rips them. He lays me on the bed, and his fingers find my sweet spot. God, this feels so damn good. I moan softly.

  “How do you want it, Nikki?” Kade asks roughly, his eyes on mine. I smile. I get up on all fours, as seductively as I can, shaking my ass as I go. Kade growls as he shifts behind me, his hand coming down on my ass. The smack echoes in the silence of the room. The sting evaporates quickly as his hand smoothes over it, taking the pain away, leaving only pleasure behind. We moan simultaneously as he slams into me without hesitation. I’m not even sure how he got that condom on so fast. Gripping me as he controls the movements, he rotates his hips, moving in and out, shallow, then deep, slow, then hard, knowing I wasn't far off from having another mind blowing orgasm. It’s not long until we reach our climax together. I clean up, and then we cuddle in bed. I’m dozing off, about to fall asleep when I think I hear him say he loves me.

  Must be my imagination. Right?

  ******

  Waking up the next morning wrapped up in Kade, I smile to myself. I could wake up like this every day. “Morning, beautiful,” he mumbles against my neck.

  “Mmm, morning,” I say huskily, turning over and giving him a kiss. I straddle him, making my intentions clear. Morning sex is the best! Totally makes for a great fucking day.

  We're in the middle of making love, and I’m so close. Kade is thrusting into me, lifting his hips up and panting, when his phone rings. “Shit,” he curses.

  “Ignore it,” I mumble through kisses.

  “It’s Ashley, something might be wrong,” he says, pulling out of me. Is he fucking serious right now?

  “She can wait ten minutes, Kade!” I would have been done in two, if we weren’t having this fucking conversation right now.

  “Just leave it, call her back later,” I say, trying to coax him into coming back to me.

  “Sorry, Nikki. I gotta answer,” he says, picking up the phone.

  “Hey, Ashley. What’s up?” I’m pretty sure steam is coming out of my ears right now.

  “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there in a bit.” I’m sorry, what?

  “Okay, Nik and I will be there soon.” He hangs up the phone, and I’m this close to hitting him in the face with it.

  “Yeah. I’m not going anywhere,” I hiss, feeling fucking pissed he’d even consider I would go.

  “Yeah, you are, gotta try to get along with her sometime,” is his infuriating reply.

  “I’m sorry, Kade, but no. She is your friend, not mine. I’m the only bitch I can be friends with.”

  “Nikki, knock it off. You’re acting like a child. Just come, please.” His eyes plead with mine. You know what? I am going to go. I’m gonna fucking ruin Ashley’s day like she just ruined mine.

  “Fine. You want this? You'll get it. But remember what they say, be careful what you wish for. Because if she sets me off, you know exactly what's going to happen.” With that parting comment, I leap out of bed and storm into my room. Hell, perhaps I should finish myself off.

  A few moments later James comes in, not even bothering to knock.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” James asks, brows furrowed.

  “How did you know something was wrong?” I ask, confused.

  “You slamming doors was a small indication,” he tells me, amused.

  I give him a small grin. “Ashley,” I sigh.

  “Figured,” he says simply.

  “How can he not see she wants him? He's smart about everything else except this.”

  “Long story, but Kade thinks it’s his job to look after her. Ashley knows that and takes advantage of it,” James says sagely.

  “You believe me, right? That she wants him?” I’m not going crazy or anything, am I?

  “Fuck yeah, she does. It’s obvious to everyone except him.” James sighs. “Wanna tell me the real reason you knocked her out that day?”

  I tell James everything. Even the shit she’s said since I’ve moved in after the party, including what Kade said to me, and how he told me I had to apologize to her. James shakes his head, looking pissed. Let me tell you, a pissed off James is a scary thing. I gulp. I’d hate to be on his bad side. I can’t help but notice he has bulked up recently, becoming more muscular.

  “The worst part is now I have to go to breakfast with them! Oh, and he took her phone call while we were in the middle of something important,” I say gruffly.

  “You’re fucking kidding? My brother is an idiot,” he mumbles. “I have your back, Nikki, call me if you need anything,” he offers sweetly, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek before walking out.

  As I’m about to hop into the shower, Kade walks into the bathroom and joins me under the warm spray. “I’m sorry about before, beautiful,” he says as he kisses me, and his hands start to roam over my body. Part of me wants to tell him to fuck off while the other part of me is still worked up from earlier. Eventually I sigh and turn to face him, so we can finally finish what we started before Ashley called.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Kade and I are quiet on the drive to breakfast. We pull up at a cute looking cafe and I can see Ashley standing there, leaning against her car. She's wearing denim short shorts and a pink tank top. She has a full face of makeup on and strappy wedges on her feet. I roll my eyes as Kade jumps out to go give her a hug. She grabs onto him and gives me a smug look. Do not hit her, Nikki, I repeat like a mantra over and over in my head. I walk over and Kade pulls me into his arms. I glance over at Ashley and she looks like she has swallowed a lemon.

  The tension is so thick during breakfast, but Kade acts like nothing is wrong or that he doesn’t even notice it. I’m not sure which one is worse. Kade and Ashley are talking amongst themselves, but I’m just enjoying my breakfast and drinking my coffee. I don’t even bother to attempt to make conversation. Ashley pretends I’m not there, but Kade doesn’t. She watches silently as he feeds me a few bites from his plate.

  A hot waiter comes over and asks if we need anything else. He stares over at me as he says it, not hiding the fact that he's checking me out. I avoid eye contact and don’t encourage him. I hear Kade bark out for the cheque, his voice harsh. We leave the restaurant, and before we make it to the Hummer, Ashley asks Kade what’s wrong.

  “I d
on’t handle other men eyeing my girl very well,” he says through clenched teeth.

  Ashley says nothing, but looks down at her feet. Kade glances over at her, and asks if she’s okay.

  “I’m fine,” she says, sullen. Kade wraps her in a hug, and says he’ll see her later.

  We get in the Hummer and I turn in my seat to face him. “She wants you,” I say knowingly.

  “Not now, Nikki,” he sighs, resigned.

  I sigh and think of a good way to salvage this morning. I take my seat belt off and lean towards him.

  “What are you doing, Nikki?”

  Instead of answering him, I undo his pants, grab his dick, and pull it out. Without hesitation, I suck him into my mouth, enjoying my treat.

  “Shit,” Kade groans roughly. “You’re gonna get us into an accident.”

  I stop what I’m doing and glance up at him, smirking.

  “Then you better concentrate on driving, huh?” I say before I get back to my work. It’s not long before he finds his release, pulling my head back, and finishing in my hand. He knows I don’t like that shit in my mouth.

  I sit back in my seat and buckle up, cleaning up with the facial wipes I have in my handbag. “You’re gonna be the death of me, fuck. What a way to go though, right?” he says with a grin.

  I giggle.

  ******

  We're spending the night in, lounging around, and watching movies. It's James's turn to choose and he picks The Expendables. This movie kicks ass, if they made a chick one I would totally sign up for that. In the middle of the movie the doorbell rings. We all look at each other and frown, not really expecting anyone. I shrug and get up to answer the door. Maybe it’s Layla, that would be a nice surprise. Before I even get to the door, I hear high pitched giggles. Okay, not Layla. I open the door and two blonde bimbos are standing before me. Now, I try not to judge, but these two are asking for it.

  Dressed identically, they're both wearing the shortest shorts I have ever seen in my life. They are pretty much denim panties. Their tops consist of string bikinis with a net see through thing over it, and I’m pretty certain they didn't just come from the beach. They look like they shoved their faces in a bucket of paint, that’s how thick their makeup is. The dazed look in their eyes makes me wonder if they've been sniffing too much bleach, since that’s what they definitely use on their fake white blonde hair. Oh, and the orange, splotchy, fake tan. Yeah, not cute. When they both see me, their eyes narrow.