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KADE

FLASHBACK 6

How Luciella has talked me into coming to a nightclub in America is beyond me, yet here I am, sitting at the bar while she has a full-blown conversation about biosynthesis.

Here, I’m technically underage but Base got us fake IDs last year and they’ve somehow worked a treat.

I’m three beers down, and she’s still talking to the girl.

“Oh! This is my brother.” She shoves me towards her. “Kade, this is Annika.”

I tip my beer to her. “Howdy.” Then turn to the side and lean on the bar.

Luciella nudges me with her elbow as blondie smiles and goes to walk away. “Talk to her, you idiot!”

I chuckle. “There’s no chance I’m letting my sister wingman me.”

“You’re annoying,” she replies before asking the bartender for another glass of Coke. “Base is an hour away. He came over in his jet with his grandfather and two of his guards for some meeting. He said he’d come see us.”

“Is that why you wanted to come here and made an effort with your hair?”

“I always make an effort!”

I snort out a laugh. “Your denial is far too obvious. I’m going for a smoke. Come with me.”

“No,” she replies, turning to Annika. “I’ll stay here.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” I warn.

As soon as I get outside, the coldness hits me, and I light up a cigarette. Music blasts, and I get a weird feeling, so I text Luciella and tell her to come outside and stand with me.

Luciella: Stop being overbearing. I’m fine.

Me: If someone kidnaps you, I’m not coming to look for you.

Luciella: It would be a blessing if someone kidnapped me away from you.

My eyes land on a message from Tylar. I don’t remember having her number.

TylarSpence: It’s Stacey. Are you free to talk?

I press call before I can even think. We’ve never spoken on the phone, so this is weird, I think. This could also be a bad call, since I haven’t heard from her.

She answers on the first ring. “Hey.”

I shut my eyes and drop the back of my head against the wall behind me. “Fuck. It’s good to hear your voice.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. Why are you using Tylar’s phone?”

“She left it in the studio. Mine’s broken. I smashed the screen and I’m waiting for it to get fixed.”

“I thought you were patching me on purpose.”

She giggles. “I was debating patching you.”

I raise a brow. “Really?”

“Yep. You were supposed to take me on a date before you left.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” I respond with a grin. “Tell me about your day.”

“It’s been slow,” she starts. “No. I want to know about your night. Luciella said in our group chat that she was talking to a beautiful girl and thought you two had great chemistry. She said she was going to introduce you both.”

I smirk. “Is my Freckles jealous?”

“You can obviously do what you want. We didn’t talk about exclusivity. Was she nice? Oh God. Don’t tell me. Does that mean we’re seeing other people? Do you want to see other people? It’s okay if you do.” She goes silent. “I’m embarrassing myself. Feel free to hang up at any point and put me out of my misery.”

I laugh. “It wasn’t like that at all. She kept talking to her at the bar and wanted me to flirt with her. I said no obviously. And I’d never hang up on you.”

“I would hang up on me,” she mutters. “You didn’t answer my questions, but don’t feel like you need to. I just want to know where I stand.”

“Meaning?”

“Are we seeing other people? I don’t mean boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean are we casual or not?”

I can tell she’s face-palming.

“I’m doing it again. I’m sorry. I know it’s only been six weeks. I’ll shut up now.”

“I’m new to this, so I have no idea how it works. If you want to see other people, then go for it.” The words taste like poison. “I can’t promise their bodies won’t show up in the River Clyde though.”

Silence, and then: “That was kind of cute.”

I inhale deeply, blowing out smoke. “If it makes you feel any better, I have no interest in anyone else.”

“Okay,” she replies quietly. “That’s, um, good.”

“And when I see you, I’m going to touch you again. Just so you know.”

“I’d like that. Only if you let me touch you.”

My dick responds to her words by twitching.

“Oh, Lu just said in our group chat that she can’t find you.”

The twitch is gone just as quick.

“Shit,” I reply. “We’ll talk when you fix your phone.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t want to end our call, but I say, “See you soon, Freckles.”

“See you soon.”

The call ends, and I’m in a much better mood. So much better that when Base finally appears, I get drunk and dance around the club with him and my sister to some sort of electronic dance music until we give up at six in the morning.

As soon as I see her walking along the hallway on my side of the manor, my sour mood after travelling for hours vanishes. Her eyes find mine as I get to the bottom of my stairs, and like something from a movie, Stacey runs. Her long hair flows behind her, her robe unfastening to reveal her Grinch PJs, and when she leaps into my arms, I catch her by the thigh and lift her into me.

“This is dramatic, but I missed you. I really missed you.”

I smile. “I missed you too,” I reply, kissing her bare shoulder as her robe hangs from her body. I take a step. “Come to the kitchen with me.”

She shakes her head, leans back and runs her fingers through my hair. “Kiss me. Then take me to your room.”

Stacey tastes fruity with a hint of mint when my lips press to hers. Her soft mouth moves with my own while her legs tighten around my waist, and my grip on her thigh trails to her ass.

I somehow manage to keep kissing her while I carry her up the stairs and into my room, not breaking it as I lower us to the bed. Our mouths slant, heads tilting as we devour one another – hands in hair, lips between teeth, names dropping from our mouths with how much we missed each other.

“I meant it when I said you could see other people,” she whispers against my lips. “But I’d rather you didn’t.”

I part her legs with my knee and settle between her thighs. “Why?”

She gasps as I press against her.

“I like you,” she admits. “Is that too soon? I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologising.”

“But is it too soon to say that? I don’t know about timelines.”

I kiss her once, twice, three times. “We make our own timeline. If you feel a certain way, then you feel a certain way. If it helps, I like you too.”

She beams, smiling so hard I think I might just hug her to death. “I get butterflies.”

“So do I.”

Stacey lowers her hand to the hem of my top and tugs it up. I sit back, reach behind my head to pull it off and toss it across the room. She drags her hand down my chest, which is only starting to properly show now that I’m doing work with Ewan. She stops at the waistband of my shorts.

Her green eyes stare into my soul, the soul I would rip apart for her. “I get nervous.”

“So do I,” I reply, my heart speeding up as her fingers bend into the waistband, playing with the fabric instead of taking them off. “Are you nervous now?”

“Yes. But I want to…” She tugs at my shorts. “I want to touch you.”

Fuck.

I’ve wrapped my own hand around my cock more times than I can count, but the thought of having hers around me is like being on a high. Well, I assume. I’ve never taken drugs, apart from smoking joints with Base and Dez.

“Lie beside me, on your side.”

I shift onto my back, and I can tell she’s really nervous. Instead of telling her to take my shorts off, I pull her to me and kiss her mouth, her nose, her forehead, everywhere I can.

“We don’t need to be nervous,” I say to her but also to myself. “We like each other, and this is what people do when they like each other.”

“Can I tell you something?”

Shit. “Of course.”

She shakes her head. “I want to tell you how I feel about you, but I can’t say it.” Then Stacey lowers her head to my chest. “God, I really am an embarrassment.”

I lace our hands together. “Tell me. I can assure you the feeling will either be mutual, or my side is on a higher level.”

“I listened to a song, and it made me think of you instantly.” Her cheeks go red. “You can tell me to stop now.”

“What song?”

She covers her face with her free hand. “‘Spiracle’ by Flower Face. The lyrics. They were so powerful and beautiful and… explained how I feel about you.” She tries to get up from the bed. “I’m going to hide from the world now.”

“Stop getting so embarrassed,” I say, laughing and dragging her back to my side. “I’ll listen later.”

“I will totally understand if you want to call this off with me.”

“Shut up.”

She stares at me. “Rude.”

“Tell me three things about you.”

She tilts her head and doesn’t say anything for a full five seconds. “I like to dance.”

“Evidently.”

“Sandwiches.”

“Chicken,” I say. “You always eat them.”

Stacey grins. “I like dogs.”

“What kind?”

She shrugs. “Big ones. I always get scared I’ll stand on the smaller ones. Do you like dogs?”

“Yeah. I want two Dobermanns.”

“Dobermenn.”

I frown. “What?”

“Dobermenn… plural.”

“I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”

She sighs with a smile. “Think about it!”

I absolutely will not.

“There are two. So – Kade!” She is silent when I start to unbutton her PJ shirt.

She shivers as my fingers glide against bare skin. I bring my mouth to her neck. “Are you going to stop talking now and show me how you feel?”

When she nods dramatically and kisses me, I pull the duvet over us, devouring her until she’s tugging at my hair and breathless.

“Take off my shorts,” I order against her throat, sucking at the erratic pulse as my hands explore her body. I palm her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers and finally feeling the restraint of my shorts vanishing.

I sink my teeth into her skin and grow harder, thicker with her soft moans. I drop to my back again, not breaking our contact as I take her hand and place it close to my dick.

I trail kisses up her throat, along her jaw until I reach her mouth. “Show me what it’s like, Freckles. Show me how it feels to have you fuck me with your hand.”

Slowly, dangerously slowly, Stacey slips her tongue through my parted lips at the same moment her hand moves over my cock.

I hiss into her mouth as she palms me, as she gently trails her fingers up and down the warm skin, the solid length that throbs and twitches with each glide of her fingers. Sensations rush to my head, and I try not to thrust.

My eyes screw shut as she wraps her fingers around me. My heart restarts, a low buzz at the base of my spine while she swipes her thumb up, wiping the bead of precum from my engorged head.

She’s studying me as she pulls my mouth to hers. A distraction, maybe, because I can feel her heart pounding as I cup her tit and squeeze.

“Relax,” I whisper. “This is okay. This is us.”

“I like the sound of that,” she replies quietly. “Is this right?” she asks as she starts to move her hand up and down my length. “Or is it too tight?”

She’s kind of crushing my cock in her grip. “Loosen it a bit.”

Stacey does, and my eyes roll as she twists her wrist when she reaches the tip, slamming her mouth on mine.

My balls tighten as she continues, all the blood in my body rushing to between my legs. I groan as tingles start travelling from my groin up my spine.

“Go faster,” I tell her, my teeth clenching when she does. I reach under her to grab her ass, raising my hips to fuck into the grip she has on my cock. My free hand clutches her jaw, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss her throat.

She pumps faster, base to tip, rotating her wrist and moaning as I suck on the skin above her collarbone. My muscles spasm all over, and I’m so fucking close already.

I nip at her throat, breathing heavily, my vision blurring, and when I feel the pull in my balls, I groan from the building pressure and say, “Go slow. Fuck, go slow.”

I chase the soaring high just as she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, and everything smashes into me at once. The back of my head presses into the pillow. Slower, yet still as tight, Stacey keeps stroking but pulls back to watch me through my release. Heart pounding, my eyes close and my muscles bunch at my thighs; I fist both hands, gritting out curses and her name, my breaths completely stalling.

Strings of cum hit my chest in the hardest orgasm I think I’ve ever had. My heart beats rapidly, my lungs desperate for air as my mind goes blank. Satisfied, and relaxed, I find her free hand and hold it while I float back down to reality.

When I open my eyes properly, she grins at me as she lets go of my dick. “That’s something else we should definitely do again.”

I chuckle, moving curls from her face and tucking them behind her ear. “Only because I like you.”

Stacey grins wider, kissing my cheek. “I like you too. Now where are your towels? I have cum on my hand, and you have it everywhere.”

She goes to my bathroom and throws me one. “I need to go back to Lu’s room. I’ll see you later?”

I tilt my head while I wipe myself. “Did you just use me?”

“Yep. Arrange our date, asshole.” Then she puts on her robe and climbs onto the bed to peck my lips before vanishing from the room.

I stare at the closed door for far too long with a goofy smile on my face, then grab my headphones and listen to the song she mentioned.

It seems we are on the same level.

As soon as it’s done, the only thing stopping me from hunting her down and dragging her back to my bed is that I’m searching for places to take her where we won’t get noticed. Between her not wanting my sister to know, and people constantly following me around with a camera and a fake story, I can’t take her out around here.

I find something perfect, and when I tell my dad the next day, he pays for the entire thing. I don’t know how the hell he has access to money or a bank account, but he’s got a lot of connections. He sends me extra to play with and tells me to have a good weekend.

When she texts me later, telling me her phone’s fixed, we meet at the pool house, where we kiss then touch then kiss some more, before slipping back out and trying not to look at each other during dinner.

I basically tackle her into the spare room the following day and feel her coming undone with my fingers again. It’s becoming one of my favourite things, watching the orgasm rip through her, seeing her glazed eyes as she floats in euphoria before coming back to me – that and having her hand wrapped around my cock.

The day after, I slap her ass as I walk past her in the kitchen and tell her to cancel any plans she has next weekend. She texts me later to say she’s free and demands to know where we’re going, but I say it’s a surprise.

I’m going to take Freckles on the best first date ever.