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KADE

The dream – or more like the nightmare – ends where it always does, and it takes me a long minute to realign with reality.

Hair is in my face, a head resting on my dead left arm, our fingers linked. My other hand is against a warm chest, a palm holding me in place between two tits.

I never sleep over when I’m working. I fuck and leave, then report back to Bernadette.

When I open my eyes, the familiar smell of coconut shampoo and the feeling of being content makes sense as I see dark hair, freckled, inked skin, and Stacey in my arms.

I blink a few times.

Stacey… In my arms. Long bare legs tangled with mine.

My painful morning wood is pressing into her ass through my boxers. Because that’s all I’m wearing.

If I’ve fucked Stacey and have no memory of it, I’ll be so fucking pissed.

She shifts, and a part – a huge part – of me doesn’t want her to wake, so we can stay in this position a little longer. My eyes close again, and I pull her a little more into me. Our knees are bent, my form large and dominating hers, but I still feel comfortable and… I don’t know.

I don’t remember much of last night. As soon as I was held down by five guys and felt a needle pressing into my arm, everything kind of went black.

She’s supposed to be home with my sister and Tylar. Why is she here, in a random hotel room, cuddling into me?

Morning grogginess slips into my mind, my eyes falling closed again as I try to move my legs. My pulse spikes as she backs into me.

She shifts once again, grinding her ass against my cock and stopping when I let out a groan. I stay where I am, burying my face into her hair and snaking my arm around her waist.

The deep, low buzz between us is almost too intense to handle.

I know she’s awake, probably in her head and wondering what the fuck is happening. Her stomach muscles tense as she lifts her head from the pillow ever so slightly.

Stacey’s breathing getting heavier and her heart racing against my chest shouldn’t be turning me on, but I’m losing it here, desperate to turn her around, yank down my boxers and shove my cock deep inside her.

Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to wake up like this over the last two years? With her in my arms? I’d hated myself for wanting it so badly, but I would have broken every single one of my rules to be in this position.

And now I am.

Bernadette would have Stacey killed if she found out. I’m already putting her in danger just being here.

A groan is torn from my lungs as she opens her legs a little, so my cock – straining in the material of my boxers – settles against her pussy. I whisper, “Why are you in bed with me?”

She doesn’t speak but does grind against me. We’re a perfect fit – two puzzle pieces with tattered edges. Her fingers tighten around mine, her breathing heavier, and I thrust my hips forward to close the infinitesimal distance between us.

I lift my hand from around her waist and splay my fingers against her ribs. “No bra,” I say as my thumb strokes her skin.

My palm slowly, lazily travels down. Lower, until skin meets skin on her thigh. “No,” she confirms, breathless.

“Will I find you bare for me if I do this?” I ask as my fingers trail to her inner thigh and delicately drag up and close to where liquid heat is pooling against the material, separating the head of my cock from her cunt. “Hmm… Little tease.” I hook my middle finger into the string of her thong and glide it against her slick folds, rubbing her clit.

So fucking wet for me.

Just when I think she’s going to moan my name, she blurts out, “Kade! No! I need to pee!” And tugs my hand away from between her legs, breaking the connection.

Before I can reply or even open my mouth to let words pass my lips, she’s scrambling into the bathroom and slamming the door.

I stare at my middle finger then slide it into my mouth, tasting her as my confusion grows worse.

It takes her five minutes to come back out, and I watch her nervously rub her arm.

“I’m a little confused why we’re here,” I say, tilting my head and watching her take a few steps towards the bed and stopping. As if she wants to climb back in but doesn’t know how I’d react.

I’d be more than happy to drag her back in, but she speaks before I can debate whether to actually do it.

“Drunk Kade decided to take something and then called me. You sounded like you were in a bad way and couldn’t get any of your friends, so I left the airport to come and get you from some alleyway. Barry was there and told me to stay here with you.”

I don’t remember even seeing Barry last night.

But I do remember getting pissed off at a function and shooting someone important.

I hum, trying to calm my erratic pulse, but as my gaze drops down the perfect curves of her body, it only gets more rapid. “That was nice of you. Giving up your trip home to come to my rescue.”

Stacey laughs derisively, and it causes my cock to harden even more. “Shut up – I’m still going. This is Barry’s room; I’m just making sure you’re okay before I leave.”

I slide both hands behind the back of my head. “Did we fuck?”

She scoffs. “You didn’t even know it was me in bed with you – why would we? Besides, you made it clear you just wanted to cuddle.”

The corner of my mouth curls ever so slightly. “I just wanted to cuddle.”

“Yes. It seems some things never change.”

“So you slept in bed with me, in only your shirt, and held my hand to your tits?”

She clenches her jaw. “If you’re going to point out the obvious, I’ll get another hotel room.”

I quirk a brow. “You want to stay a bit longer?”

“I never said that.”

“No,” I reply. “I’m asking you.”

Say yes.

Say fucking yes.

I don’t want her to be here if she doesn’t want to, but I also don’t want her to leave.

“You said you took something you shouldn’t have, and thought I’d paid to have sex with you.” Shaking her head, she adds, “I’ve never seen you like that. The Kade I knew hated drugs and never got himself into that kind of condition.”

“The Kade you knew died two years ago,” I tell her. “Forget about him.”

She chews on her lip. “He isn’t dead.”

I will be soon.

Or she will be.

I want to speak, but I’m frozen by how sad she looks.

“You scared me last night.”

She slips back into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, and I watch her through the crack in the door. She pauses and lowers her head as she holds the sink, takes a deep breath and comes back out.

“I have a spare toothbrush you can use, and your clothes should be ready soon. I had to put them into the cleaning service because they were covered in blood.”

Once I freshen up and take a piss, I notice she washed blood off me again – there’s a cloth soaked in blood in the trash.

I slip out the bathroom and try not to care that she’s still here.

She cheated on me. And it’s annoying me that I’m starting to ignore that fact.

My phone is off, thankfully, so no one can contact me. Barry would have made sure I can’t be traced here either.

Technically, I should be safe here.

“I’ll call an Uber in a while,” Stacey says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s a bit early yet.”

“An Uber?”

Nodding, she says, “I can’t be here with you. I just booked another flight, but it’s in two days, so I’ll stay somewhere else until then.”

I don’t want her to leave. I kind of like having my phone out of battery, and being here…

With her.

I’m putting her in so much danger. Even though Bernadette shouldn’t be able to find me here, there’s still a chance, however small, that it could happen.

Then she’ll find Stacey. And keeping my ex off her radar will be fucked.

Bernie can’t find out about her, or what she means to me.

Meant.

“I’m too ill for you to leave,” I lie, dropping back onto the mattress. “Go later.” I take a bold chance by looking up and saying, “Come back to bed.”

Stacey stands from the edge of the bed and turns with wide eyes. “What? No. I can take the sofa.” She points at the small, definitely uncomfortable couch next to the window. “Go to sleep. I’ll call an Uber when you wake up.”

“Suit yourself,” I reply and close my eyes.

It takes her a few huffs, an attempt to lie on the sofa, a scroll on her phone, before she gives in and pulls the duvet aside to climb in.

I smirk. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

She slaps my chest. “I hate you.”

I roll onto my side and yank her back to my chest, so we’re in the same position we woke up in. Yet, this time, I’m awake and sober. “I hate you too.”

But I love how fucking much our bodies respond to each other.

“You’re getting hard,” she says, pointing out the obvious. “Stop it.”

I laugh – a real, genuine laugh I haven’t let out in so long. “I can’t help it.”

My brain restarts when she giggles. Fuck me, I’ve missed that sound.

“Turn around,” I demand.

She gasps and tenses her shoulders as I skim my teeth across her skin. “Why?”

“So I can look at you.”

“You’ve seen me a billion times,” she replies, turning around to face me. “Plus, that’s kind of creep—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Freckles,” I warn, grabbing her ass and slamming her into my front.

“Or what?” she teases, hiking her knee so it rests on my hip. Her top rides up, my hand on her bare ass. She looks between us, my dick solid against her.

What the fuck did she expect?

“Wow. You’re really hard.”

I smirk, her heat radiating against me. “And you’re really wet.”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

I narrow my eyes, and she yelps as I roll her onto her back, grabbing her wrists with one hand and forcing them above her head. I shove my hand into her panties, groaning deeply when I feel how soaked she is. My fingers tease her clit, then I spread her folds with my pointer and ring fingers, and sink the middle one deep.

“Little liar.”

She whimpers when I pull my hand away, eyes widening as I press my middle finger to her mouth.

“Open.”

Her lips part, and I slide my finger against her tongue, letting Stacey taste herself. “You still taste like mine, Freckles.”

She rocks against my cock, and I tense.

“Keep doing that and I might fuck you.”

“If I let you.”

My hand pushes her wrists further into the bed, and I hear the hitch in her breathing. “Will you let me?”

Stacey, being a little cock tease, rubs herself against me again instead of replying. I groan, snatching her throat with my free hand. I know she loves this side of me – dominating, angry yet full of desire and lust. The rage between us mixes with the need to fuck each other’s brains out.

The crown of my dick is pressing against her entrance, but our underwear is in the way. I’ve never hated material so much in my life.

“As well as having a soaked pussy, your nipples are hard, your pupils are dilated and you’re breathing heavy. If you don’t tell me you’ll let me fuck you, I’ll use them as indicators and fuck you anyway.”

“Do you want to fuck me?”

“Obviously I want to fucking fuck you.” I push against her, wanting the barriers between us to rip. Her pulse hammers in her throat, and I run my thumb across her jaw before dragging her bottom lip down. “I’m not hard for nothing.”

“If you want me” – she grins as she pushes out two words I’m sure will make her feel powerful – “then beg.”

“You want me to beg? How would you like me to plead for your pussy? Vocally or on my knees?”

Her eyes spark. “Both.”

I loosen my hold on her throat. “Fine.”

She shrieks as I yank her to the edge of the bed by the thighs, her legs dangling as I kneel on the floor between them. “I’m going to eat first though, if you don’t mind?”

Perched on her elbows, she watches me take her thighs, spreading them wide. I can see her arousal through her thong, and I salivate, desperate for another taste.

I still hate her for what she did, but for some reason, the feeling is lessening the more time I spend with her. Is this me slowly forgiving her?

Am I breaking rule five?

No.

We watch each other as I kiss her left inner thigh then lick and suck my way towards her underwear. Her legs shake when I reach her pale pink thong, right at the area next to her clit. I move over it with hot breaths before kissing my way down her right thigh.

“Fuck you, Kade,” she seethes, her chest rising and falling, her hands fisting the bedcovers. “I really hate you.”

“Really?” She gasps as I speak against her clit, the material grazing my lips. “Even when I do this?” Her body jerks as the tip of my tongue swipes up the side of her pussy. “And this?” The other side, and she’s whimpering. “What about here?”

She drops her head on a moan as I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, the thin material doing nothing to stop me from tasting her arousal.

“Your cunt has been mine since you first opened your legs for me.” I hook my fingers into her thong. “Since you sat beside me at the pool house.” I slide the material down her legs, then throw the thong aside as her pussy welcomes me. “Since you walked into that fucking tent and kissed me.”

Her thighs tense as I plunge my tongue inside and pull it out just as fast, my eyes closing, teeth gritting as I attempt to control myself. Fuck. I might finish before she does.

“I’m going to kill you,” she mutters as I go back to kissing her thigh, trying to control my breaths, making sure I dodge her throbbing clit, breathing against it before I kiss the other thigh. “I’m going to find your gun and shoot you – or strangle you.”

“I dare you to try,” I reply, gripping her thighs in a deadly hold, spreading them as wide as her flexibility will allow. “I’m rather skilled at ending someone’s life though. But yes, do try, Freckles. I’d love to fuck you while you attempted to kill me.” And then I’m burying my face between her legs, devouring her.

Her entire body jolts as I shove my tongue into her cunt, before sucking and biting at her folds and clit, letting spit drip from my mouth as I lick from ass to clit. Her hands release the sheets and tangle in my hair.

“Please don’t stop,” she moans, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

She’s drenched, soaking for me. She tastes divine, addictive; I’d happily drown in her cunt.

I suck harshly on her clit as I ease two fingers inside, her inner walls immediately clutching them tightly.

I add another finger. Another gasp from her, and I’m painfully fucking solid in my boxers. I want to release her thigh and stroke myself, but I’ll leave that to her.

“Oh shit, Kade!” She moans loudly as I curl my fingers, hitting that sweet spot that has her perfect fucking cunt pulsing.

Hearing her say my name is better than drugs. My chest tightens like her hand does in my hair, nearly ripping the dark strands out. I want to hear her scream it louder. I want my name to stay on her lips forever.

Stacey’s legs try to clamp shut as she unravels against my tongue, crushing my fingers. I pump them in and out, hard and fast, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I circle my tongue on her throbbing clit.

She’s suffocating me with her thighs through each pulse and jolt of her orgasm, but I don’t mind. I’ll happily pass out right where I am with her juices all over my face.

“You taste so good,” I say as I lap up each drop of her arousal. “So fucking good.”

She pants, a sweat building on her skin. “Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah.” I pull my fingers out of her, and she winces.

I climb up her trembling body, pressing my hardness against her pussy, desperate to be deep inside her. “Open your mouth.” To piss her off, I add, “Filthy little slut.”

She snarls, nails dragging and splitting the skin of my stomach, causing each muscle to constrict. “Don’t call me that.”

My cock twitches at the pain, the raging look on her face. She still wants me though – she’s hooking her ankles behind my back and pulling me against her more.

I snatch her jaw and pry her mouth open. “Tongue out.”

I gather her taste in my mouth then spit into hers.

Her orgasm-dazed eyes stay on me as it slides down her throat.

I hum. “See? You’re delicious.”

She nods and takes my wrist, bringing my fingers to her mouth to suck her own cum from them. I grow harder at the sight of her gagging as I sink them right in, my knuckles hitting her teeth.

“Good girl.”

Her eyes are on fire with my praise, watching my mouth as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. When I pull my fingers out, she glares at me. “You called me a slut.”

I nod. “I did.”

She wipes her mouth and sits up, shoving me onto my side. Then she gets to her feet, fisting her hands as she walks towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I ask, standing from my position on the floor. My cock hardens even more when she pulls her top off, giving me her naked back.

I gulp as she glances over her shoulder at me. “I’m going for a shower.”

I hold my breath. Does she have any idea how fucking beautiful she is?

She’s completely naked. And my cock is painfully hard.

She walks into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.

Shit.

Don’t follow her.

Don’t follow her.

Don’t follow her.

What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already screwed her on this trip.

“Fuck it.”