Minutes tick by before I wiggle out of our embrace, wanting to give Kade the space to go handle his business. And he does. Without a word, he saunters from the barn, shoulders deflated, as I watch him go. A minute later I hear his Harley roar to life, then fade into the distance as he rides away.
A rare kind of sadness I’m not used to battling settles into my bones as I return to my Ducati and park it in the driveway. Then carry my bags in the house and drop them on our bed. To really make this feel like I home, I unpack them for the first time in years. Underwear finds their rightful place in a drawer, shirts are hung, weapons stowed in the nightstand. It all feels surreal as I unload my old life to build anew. Sadness bleeds into happiness as I ponder what this change means for me from here on out, with Kade and the Texas Sacred Sinners, Kat and her children. This isn’t how I envisioned my future, but I love it just the same.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I retrieve it.
Looks like someone couldn’t leave me more than an hour without touching base.
Kade: How’s the house?
I chuckle.
Me: It’s fine. Not much has changed since you left.
Kade: Want me to bring food when I come home?
Me: No. I think I’ll go to the grocery.
Kade: On your bike?
Me: Yes.
How else would I get food?
Kade: Why don’t you wait, and we can go tomorrow in my truck? There should be some basics in the fridge and cupboards to tide you over.
That works, too. Shopping with Kade, that should be interesting.
Me: Okay. Is that all you needed? I’m about to work out.
I glance at the empty bags on the floor. All my belongings are in their rightful places. I still can’t believe this is home.
Kade: There’s a note for you on the mantel in the living room. I forgot to mention it earlier. Kat’s about to open her presents. I’ll be home as soon as I can.
Me: Take your time.
Kade: I don’t want to. We have some christening to do.
Horny man.
Knowing if I reply, it’ll only encourage him to leave his family to come home and have sex, I set my phone on the bed and seek the letter he was talking about. It’s right where he said, in a white envelope with the name Rosie scrawled across the front in familiar writing— Big’s.
I carry it over to the couch and take a seat before opening the thing.
Rosie,
If you’re readin’ this, Kade has brought you to the house. Remember when I said I’d pay you back. This is it. A fresh start. Over the years it’s been hard watchin’ you fight for women, when you never fight for yourself. I get it. Growing up in the biker life was never easy, but I always had a place to lay my head at night. This is your place to do the same with Kade. That fucker is crazy about you. Emphasis on the crazy. He fought to make this happen, even when his brother was in the hospital. And I respect that. Given the chance, I’d do the same for my old lady.
This is my thank you for always havin’ my back and puttin’ up with my shit. Take it while ya can. ‘Cause I ain’t ever sayin’ it again.
We’ve got you, sister Sinner.
Big
Big, Big, Big. Why did you do this to me? Tears are forming and my nose burns. I pinch my thigh to divert the emotional crap that’s a’ brewing.
Fucking asshole. Fucking, giant asshole. Why’d he have to write this? The bastard had to know what it’d do me. A semi-sweet Big… Ugh. I think I prefer the PMSing dickhead version.
First Kade. Then Big. I’m over it. I’ll thank him later.
Throwing the letter on the couch before tears fall, I rush out the back door to the barn. No more emotional upheavals. I’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime. I need to unload.
Tossing my coat on the mat, I attack the wooden man like it hasn’t been years since we reconnected. Faster and faster I channel my inner Bruce and beat the fuck out of my forearms, elbows, knees, and thighs. The pain is a welcome release. Soon, the world blanks to the sweetest serenity, and all that’s left is me and home.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Kade
Shirtless, I lean my bare shoulder against the door jamb and watch the most beautiful creature sleep the sweetest slumber. My Swan’s on her side, the blanket draping across her waist, as both hands remain clasped beneath her chin in prayer. I’m way fuckin’ later than I expected I’d be turning up here tonight. After I spent most of my day playing with my nieces and hangin’ with family, I headed to the clubhouse to check in on Mouse. Bongo’s been a huge help, lookin’ out for the kid while I took care of some stuff. The three of us talked a while, then I packed a bunch of my shit in duffels and brought them home. Not wanting to wake Rosie, I left them in the living room to put away tomorrow.
From the discarded bag pushed against the wall, I’d say my old lady unpacked her things as well. Which is a damn good sign that she’s stayin’ and won’t change her mind tomorrow. Halle-fuckin-lujah.
My heart gives a reassuring fuck-yes.
Rosie sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, making the cutest face in her sleep. It’s just past midnight and I couldn’t be happier to be home with her. It’s been far too long.
Pushing off the frame, I quietly make my way to the open side of the mattress and strip down to nothing. I toe my discarded clothes underneath the bed and climb in, doing my best not to wake the hottie, who’s… I peek under the covers… wearing a pair of black panties and a t-shirt.
Christ. She’s stunning. Look at those legs, all tight and muscular. Bruises have begun to form on them. My gaze skims up her body and pauses to eye the ugly brown spots forming on her arms, too. She must’ve had one helluva workout today. Good. I’m glad. That’s what the barn was created for. Nice to see she already put it to good use.
I glance down at my naked self and bite back a groan. Guess it’s not a huge surprise that I’m already as hard as a bar of steel and have been since I left the clubhouse. He’s excited to see his lady as much as I am. Those panties, yeah, they’re doin’ it for us. Her pert little cheeks are barely concealed beneath the thin fabric. She has the sexiest body I’ve ever seen, in porn and real life. Gorgeous inside and out. I can’t believe she’s fuckin’ mine.
Sliding in closer, until my front cradles her slender back, I slip a hand beneath the covers to the band of her panties that I slowly begin to draw down her thighs, careful not to rouse her. Rosie makes a hot little noise in the back of her throat but doesn’t move. Once they’re cuffed around her knees, giving me plenty of access, I lick my palm to get it nice and wet before I slick my rod with my saliva and pre-cum. Going into a dry environment ain’t smart. Neither of us need rug burn on our parts. And I’m not waitin’ ‘til morning to christen our house.
Spooning my woman, I adjust her the slightest bit, then glide my cockhead through her slit to the end of the pussy rainbow, where I press in. My dick opens that sweet channel as it sucks around me like a goddamn vice. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
“Kade?” Rosie’s groggy voice that sounds a whole lot like a sirens call is music to my ears.
“Shhh, baby, I’m here to make ya feel good.” I kiss my Swan’s shoulder and rest my hand on her belly as I slide in deeper, until I’m fully sheathed in her addictive heat. Wanting to blow Rosie’s mind, I slither my palm down her belly, to her mound. Moving her leg, my finger finds his home on that hard, little clit needing attention.
My seductress rotates her ass against my pelvis. Clenching my jaw, I restrain myself from shoving her face first into the mattress and fucking her senseless. ‘Cause we know that’d be hot as hell.
“Are you… ughhhh,” Rosie moans as I begin to massage her bean slowly, to draw out the pleasure. There won’t be any hardcore fucking tonight. This ain’t about that. This is about her and orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms.
Drawing my hips back, I thrust in and out of Rosie at a gentle pace, taking my time. Her wa
lls clench around me over and over again making my balls ache. “That’s it. Just wanna feel you. I missed you today, sweetheart.” Another kiss is planted at the base of her neck and she shivers, goosebumps forming on her flesh.
“Missed… ohhh ughhh, you… Kade.”
I smile like the depraved fucker I am as Rosie shoves her hips back, trying to screw her hungry cunt on my shaft. “That feel good?” I tease, then pull away until all that’s left is the tip inside her core. Ministrations cease on her nub to teach her a valuable lesson… I’m in charge tonight.
Rosie groans in protest as her body stiffens against mine. “Kade.”
I chuckle, then squeeze her clit between my fingers, extracting a whimpery moan from my woman. “Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” And what a Valentine’s it will be.
Ignoring my sentiment, Rosie grips my forearm in desperation. Nails bite deep, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure-laced pain straight to my masochistic dick. Losing hold on reality, my hips snap forward of their own volition, burying my cock to the hilt once more. The shock, the relief, the ecstasy has my eyes rolling into the back of my skull as I hold onto her, the love of my life, just to feel her throb around me, to relish in our connection.
Rosie’s breaths come in low, sexy gasps. “I need it.”
Stuffing my nose into her hair, I mumble, “I know. But you need to let me make you feel good. All right?”
“Kay.”
Jesus, does she know what that trust fuckin’ does to me? It wrecks me in ways I’ve never been wrecked before. And I love it. The high it gives me. The all-consuming power it evokes. I will do right by her... tonight, tomorrow, forever.
Knowing exactly what my Swan needs, I give it to her. In and out, I increase my speed lighting her world on fire. She moans, her nails never releasing my forearm as I flick that sensitive bean in time with my thrusts.
“D-dooon’t s-stop,” she pleads between needy little sobs.
“Gonna make you come.”
“Please.”
“All night.”
That’s all it takes to shatter my lady’s world. Curling into herself, hips diving back against my cock, Rosie comes, and fuckin’ comes like a goddamn champion. Her body quakes, shaking the entire bed, but I don’t stop. I fuck her through it. And when she begs me to release her clit. I don’t. I squeeze it, rolling it between my fingers, sending her into another frenzied climax that has her screaming. “Kade! I… Ohhhh. Kade!”
“Keep goin’, sweetheart.”
“I… can’t,” she wheezes.
“You can.” Because I know what her body is capable of, I show my Swan exactly what that means and play it like a maestro. My cock becomes the instrument that gives her the purest of pleasures. Not worried about chasing my own release, I focus on her. I’ll take care of me later, when it’s time.
Pulling out, I flip Rosie onto her stomach, and shove her shirt up her torso. With a little work from us both, it ends up on the floor somewhere. Her panties are the last to go, as I finish taking them down her legs and discarding them, too. Then I straddle her thighs and glide my soaked prick through her folds as I hold her cheeks apart to get the best view. And what a sexy sight it is. Her pretty pucker all pink and crinkled staring up at me as her wet slit glistens in the light pouring in from the hallway. I prod her entrance, once, twice, before I return home in one swift thrust that has her clawing at the sheets and wailing my name.
There’s little finesse in what I do next. Pure animalistic drive takes over. And I let it. Every slam of my hips has the bed creaking and Rosie falling deeper down the rabbit hole of bliss. ‘Cause I can’t resist temptation, I lick my finger to get it wet before I play with her pucker. Teasing it, around and around, watching the tip of my digit disappear inside a fraction before I resume driving her crazy with dual stimulation.
“I…I… I,” she sputters.
“One more, just one more.”
A nod is all Rosie offers before she melts into the mattress, too gone to do anything more than lay there.
Covering her back with my front, I slip a hand beneath my Swan to play with a nipple. I pepper kisses along her shoulder blades, and whisper encouraging words, filthy ones, that leave her groaning.
“One more. You can do it. Come on.”
Cheek flat against the mattress, eyes closed, sweat beads on her forehead. “Feel. Good.”
“Milk my cock with your pussy, sweetheart,” I urge, and she listens, squeezing me like I asked. To tip the scales one final time, I angle my hips just enough to leave her breathless.
“Ugh.” Rosie’s face screws up and I know she’s on the precipice.
“That’s it.” I bite down on her shoulder.
“Gonna come… Kadeee.”
And she does. A low keening noise suffuses the air as I deliver a final pump, then let go to join my woman in the mighty fall of ecstasy. Fuuuck. Thick jets of cum pour into her sex. Rosie mewls, spasms overtaking us both. Everything fades to white noise as my orgasm seizes control, and I’m left as nothing more than a vessel for its release. Words impart my lips, but I couldn’t tell you what the fuck they are. There’re kisses, so many kisses, that I can’t stop dropping on soft, pale flesh. Growls follow. Feral ones that rip from my throat, born from the darkest fragments of my being. More kisses, that lead to nibbles, then red marks that turn into shallow bites. Bites that brand skin. Perfect skin that’s mine. Mine. Forever mine.
“Kade?” Rosie tears through the fog that consumes my every thought.
I growl like a beast, then blink and blink again.
Reality floats back in. Colors reshape, sounds permeate. The strong musk of sex hangs in the air, fusing with Rosie’s subtle vanilla and my cologne. “Eh?” I blink once more, staring in abject horror at what I’ve done to my woman. Dark purple bruises and bite marks close enough to draw blood cover her neck, shoulders, and the back of her right bicep.
Disgusted with my actions, I throw myself off Rosie, landing on my back beside her. “I… Fuck…” I scrub a hand down my face. What the hell was that? What did I do?
Swan twists her head in my direction, still on her stomach. Her eyes search mine. “Don’t.”
“Rosie… I…” Screwed up. Tonight was supposed to be about christening our home and making her come. Not that.
She shoves my side with her shoulder, having none of my sympathy. “Don’t you say sorry.”
“It’s bad.” One on the base of her neck is on the verge of bleeding. Little dots of red have bubbled to the surface through savage teeth marks.
The faintest almost pleased grin quirks at the edge of her lip. “I know.”
“Fuck.” What’s she doin’ to me? Why’s she lookin’ at me that way? I messed up.
Those eyes, which hold zero ounce of anger, unite our souls. I couldn’t look away if I tried. “I wanted them. If I didn’t, I could’ve stopped you.”
“But…”
The once sleepy Swan arches a challenging brow as she scoots closer and props her chin on my pec. “No, buts. You needed it. I wanted it.”
“That one might scar.” I gesture to the ugliest of them.
She shrugs one shoulder, not giving a damn. “Good. I’d rather have a scar that reminds me of something happy, then the ones I’ve gotten from things that aren’t.”
The place inside me that already belongs to her coils all the tighter as I fall deeper for the woman that owns me.
Needing to be closer, I comb my fingers through Rosie’s hair. A content sigh and a soft smile is more than I deserve at a moment like this. But she gives it to me nonetheless.
Suddenly, the menace flicks her tongue across my nipple.
I groan and tighten my fingers in her hair, making a fist. “Babe.”
Rosie’s smile turns salacious as she bites down hard. Addictive, dick-throbbing pain flares as my nipple pulses. She does it again. Toxic pleasure rushes through my veins like a bolt of lightning, mooring in my balls, seizing them, making them ache. My hips punch the o
pen-air, seeking refuge in something wet and hot. Leftover cum paints my abs as my cock collides with flesh. Nostrils flaring, I moan, and Rosie chuckles, knowing she’s caught me in her web.
“See. Not so bad. I bit you, too,” she singsongs, the minx.
“But you know I fuckin’ like it.”
Another lash of her tongue almost reaches my nipple. “So?”
“You sayin’ you like my marks on you?” I cup the back of her neck over the damage I left there.
“I didn’t say I didn’t, did I?” A wry grin transforms her face, eyes dancing with mischief.
She’s something, alright.
I shake my head at this incredible female. “Christ, woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Rosie’s fingertips dance down my abs to the deep-set V at my hip. “Is that so bad?” She cocks her head to the side, questioning. A piece of hair drops into her eye. I sweep it away, not wanting it to skew my view of her striking face.
“Not a damn bit…” I’d die a happy man with her by my side. “But we gotta change the subject or you’re gonna end up with another load in your pussy,” I add for emphasis. Those fingers are gonna get her in trouble.
My dick twitches in agreement.
“Fine. Then talk.” Rosie’s bottom lip juts into a pout. One I don’t think she realizes she’s doin’.
I smirk at the naked goddess, who can’t keep her hands to herself.
It’s strange how normal this feels, to be in our house, in our bed, teasing and talking after a hot round of sex like we’ve been together for years. Not days. “You sound upset that you’re not gettin’ more cum.” Because I can, I bop the tip of her nose with my finger.
Not happy with my comment or endearment, Rosie’s pout morphs into the cutest post-coital glare. Not that I’d tell her that. I ain’t stupid. I don’t want a knife in the gut.
“Sex with you is like chocolate, Kade,” she grumbles as if it’s an inconvenience, not a perk. “Once you have a bite, you want more and more and more.”
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