Chapter Fifteen

Fade

"I made coffee," I said, watching Adalee make her way down the stairs like a zombie. She headed straight for the coffee maker, grabbed a cup, and filled it to the brim.

"Did y—"

She held up her hand to silence me, sipping her coffee. "No talky before the coffee," she whispered, pointing to the cup halfway down. "We talk when the coffee is here." She walked over to the couch and tucked her legs under her while she sipped her coffee.

I leaned against the kitchen cabinets and folded my arms over my chest, observing her. Adalee was obviously not a morning person—at least not until she had, at minimum, half a cup of coffee in her.

Even in her groggy state, she was beautiful. Her messy, tousled reddish-brown hair fell around her face in waves, and she had thrown on a pair of short shorts and a white tank top. The morning light highlighted her features, making her look almost ethereal. Her perky nipples were visible through the thin fabric of the tank top, and the sight sent a surge of desire through me.

I shifted my weight, feeling my dick harden with need for Adalee. She kept her eyes on me while she sipped her coffee, a small smile playing on her lips. I took a sip of my own coffee and adjusted myself in my pants, trying to ease the growing discomfort.

Adalee noticed the bulge in my pants, and a sexy smirk curved her lips. She licked her lips slowly, her eyes darkening with desire.

"See something you like, cupcake?" I drawled, unable to keep the amusement out of my voice.

She took another sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving mine. "Maybe," she teased, her voice a low purr. "Just maybe."

I pushed off the cabinets and walked over to her, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't resist her, not when she looked at me like that.

"Just maybe?" I repeated, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "I was hoping for a more definite answer."

She set her coffee cup down on the side table, and then her fingers grazed mine as she reached up to me. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, and I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

"Well," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "maybe you should convince me."

That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and captured her lips with mine, my hand tangling in her hair. She responded immediately, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled me closer.

I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned softly against my lips. Her hands moved down my back, her nails grazing my skin through my shirt. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and I pulled her from the couch, my body molding to hers.

Her fingers found the hem of my shirt and tugged it upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. I tossed it aside and returned to her, my hands roaming over her body. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch, which only fueled my desire.

"Fade," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "I want you."

I groaned, my hands moving to the waistband of her shorts. "I want you too, Adalee. More than anything." I slid her shorts and panties down her legs, dropped them to the floor, and kissed her again, my hand slipping between her thighs. She gasped, arching into my touch as I found her slick and ready.

"God, you're so wet," I murmured against her lips. "I need you now, cupcake."

She nodded, her eyes dark with need. "Then take me, Fade. Please."

I stay standing long enough to shed my own pants and underwear, freeing my aching cock before I sat on the loveseat. Her eyes widened as she took me in, and she bit her lip, a look of pure desire on her face.

She climbed on top of me and positioned myself between her legs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance. She was so warm and inviting, and I had to force myself to go slow, not wanting to hurt her.

"Ready?" I asked, my voice strained with need.

She nodded, her hands gripping my shoulders. "Yes, Fade. I'm ready."

I pushed into her slowly, savoring the feel of her tight heat enveloping me. She moaned, her head falling back as I filled her completely.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groaned, starting to move inside her. "So tight, so perfect."

Her nails dug into my skin as she met my thrusts, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, and I could feel myself getting closer with each passing second.

"Fade," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm so close."

"Me too, cupcake," I panted, increasing my pace. "Come for me, Adalee. Let me feel you."

Her body tensed above me, and I felt her walls tighten around my cock as she cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I followed her into bliss, my release filling her as I groaned her name.

We stayed like that momentarily, our bodies still connected as we caught our breath. I looked up at her, my heart swelling with emotion.

"You're incredible, Adalee," I whispered, brushing a kiss against her forehead.

She smiled down at me, her eyes shining with happiness. "So are you, Fade. So are you."

"And since you're obviously not a morning person, I think I might have found the perfect way to get you going," I teased, a grin spreading across my face.

Adalee sighed contentedly, snuggling closer. "Yeah, sex with you is way better than a cup of coffee."

I laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet morning. There was something about her that made everything feel lighter, even with all the shit surrounding us. I wrapped my arms around her; I kissed her head, inhaling the scent of her hair. "We gotta get going, cupcake," I said reluctantly. "As much as I want to stay here, the club needs me."

"Oh, fine," Adalee sighed, her tone playfully exasperated.

"And pack a bag," I advised. "You and the guys are going to be staying at the clubhouse from now on. It's easier to keep an eye on things when we're all in one place."

"There's room for us?" she asked, looking down at me with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

I nodded, squeezing her bare ass with a grin. "Garett and Mark can bunk in one room," I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I leaned closer. "And you're staying in my room."

She blushed, a smile tugging at her lips. "Your room, huh?"

"Yeah," I murmured, brushing a kiss against her lips. "My room. Where I can keep you close and make sure you're safe."

Adalee's eyes softened, and she reached up to caress my cheek. "I like the sound of that."

I kissed her again, slow and deep, savoring the feel of her lips against mine. But as much as I wanted to stay lost in her, we had things to do. I reluctantly pulled away, giving her one last lingering kiss before she fell to the side, and I stood up.

"Come on, let's get moving," I said, holding out a hand to help her up.

She took it, and I pulled her up the stairs to get dressed. I watched her gather her clothes, admiring the way she moved. Even in the simplest of moments, she took my breath away.

Once she was dressed in jeans, an olive-green T-shirt, and Chucks on her feet, I headed downstairs to make sure everything was secure while she packed a bag. I checked the doors and windows locks, ensuring nothing was out of place. When I heard her coming down the stairs, I turned to see her with a small duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

"Ready?" I asked.

She nodded, giving me a determined look. "Ready. Though I do have one thing to say."

I tipped my head to the side.

"If I stay in your room, everyone is going to know that," she motioned between us, "you know."

I chuckled and slid my shades over my eyes. "Oh, cupcake, everyone is going to know there is you and I because I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off of you for longer than ten minutes." I grabbed the duffle bag from her and grabbed her hand. "Let's ride."