Текст книги "Incandescent "

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Chapter Twenty

Nix

Pulling up into my drive and helping Kadence off my bike takes all the self-control I possess. I’m working hard at reining it in. The overpowering need to take her right here on my bike is almost too much. Seeing her move her ass up against some asshole snapped something in me. I really fucked up on this one. I didn’t want to ignore her all week but after what went down, I just wasn't sure she was ready to hear what I had to say about Zane Edwards.

Gunner has been fuckin’ us all around, even starting in on Mayhem Territory now. T and his boys have yet to detain him or any of his crew. I know he’s waiting now, and I have a bad feeling that shit hasn’t even begun. T’s called in their neighboring chapters while we all prepare for shit to go down. Gunner’s using Zane’s relationship with Kadence to go up against the Knights Rebels. We’ve been busy keeping everyone at bay, and trying to get a lock down on him while making sure I always had eyes on Kadence. I didn’t trust that Edwards would leave her alone, and even if she was pissed at me, and I at her, I couldn’t leave her open to a threat by Edwards.

I messed up with how I reacted to Kadence and Zane. She apparently is still working through some of that shit, but I still stand behind what I think. Zane Edwards is dangerous. The asshole got himself into some messed up shit before he got into bed with Gunner. Owing the MC money, and then trying to get himself out of it, he went from one shitty situation to another. Do I agree with T and his boys threatening her? Setting her house on fire? Fuck no, but the Mayhems are one percenters; that shit wouldn’t bother them. They’ve done a hell of a lot worse and gotten away with it. Fuck, I’ve done worse. With her being the only connection to him, that threat had to go to someone. Once they realized he didn’t give a fuck what happened to her, they let her be. Now that Kadence is with me, none of that will fall back on her. I protect what’s mine and no one fucks with what’s mine.

Kadence pulls me out of my thoughts as her hand comes down and squeezes my throbbing cock.

“You going to fuck me on your front lawn or are you going to take me up to your bed?” Her smooth voice is challenging, but her lips, soft against my neck, are inviting. Jesus, I nearly take her right here but I’m sure the neighbors don’t want to see that show. Picking her up, I walk her to the front door. We’ve got five days to make up for and I’m not about to waste any time.

***

“Wow.” Her breath comes out shallow and fast above me, her bright smile infectious, lighting up the room. “I might have to instigate another argument if that’s how we make up,” she laughs, rolling off me.

“Fuck no. A week without your sweet pussy is not worth it,” I admit. Her smile deepens at my admission. Not seeing her, touching her, or even talking to her was bad enough.

“I’m sorry, Nix. I wish you didn't have to see that.” She shakes her head, reliving our messed up Sunday afternoon. “You were right; my anger should be at him. I knew that he left me there, left me without a backwards glance, but I guess I was holding on to the hope that something else happened. Maybe he didn’t want to leave me.” I lean down and kiss her swollen lips.

“I didn’t want you to learn that lesson, babe, not that way anyway.” I kiss her lips again, not getting enough of the softness of them.

“I know, Nix, but I realize now I was holding on to something that wasn’t there.”

I nod, glad that she can finally see that. “The Mayhems, they run a lot differently to us,” I begin, wanting this to be out there between us.

“It’s okay, Nix,” she interrupts me before I can even begin.

“No, Kadence, this situation is fucked and I need you to understand that I would never be okay with what they did to you, but you also have to know our relationship with that club is based on keeping the town safe. Both clubs have done things to hurt each other, but we’ve come to a point where it’s not worth it. I can’t just go in and seek revenge for what they did.”

“I’m not asking you to do that, Nix.”

“I know that, but I need to lay it out for you, okay?”

“Does your club do those sorts of things now?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper, unsure of my answer.

“I’m not gonna lie. We sometimes have to do things that you’re not gonna like; that’s just the way it is. We do our best to keep out of that shit, but if we have to, we will go above the law.” She nods, not saying anything.

“You still with me here?” I ask, hoping this isn’t a deal breaker.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be okay if you break the law, but I think I can deal,” she admits, turning to me, and pulling the sheet up with her to cover herself. I stop her, pulling it off.

“Nix,” she argues, pulling it back up again.

“Don’t hide away from me.” I reach down, throwing the sheet off her again. I don’t like it when she shies away from me. Sometimes she can just let go, forget about the scars, while other times, she’ll hold herself back. I want her to feel confident and comfortable in my bed.

“I don’t want you to look at it,” she confesses. Her voice wavers and her hands cover the marred skin. I reach down and run my finger along the scar.

“Kadence, don’t ever be ashamed in front of me. You’re fuckin’ beautiful. This scar here," I move my finger along the rigid surface, "simply means you’re stronger than that asshole.”

My finger moves to the piercing that Sy gave her. It looks almost healed and so damn sexy; the soft glow of the bedside table lamp hits the golden bar. I play with the barbell, and watch as her belly contracts.

“Will you tell me what happened?”

She rolls onto her back, a breath escaping her in frustration at me asking. “It’s really not that exciting," she assures me, but I doubt that. Something like this is huge.

“Try me,” I push.

"I woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Zane and I had been fighting that night, but I didn’t think anything of it until I woke up to a noise.” Her head turns to the side, looking directly at me. “I went looking for him, thinking he was still up. I didn’t think it could be anyone else. It was the smoke that hit me first. The smell was almost chocking me.” She takes a deep breath still looking at me. The silence in the room is eerie: me waiting patiently for her to speak and her trying to gather strength to continue. “When I made it down the hall, I couldn't even comprehend that half of my house was burning in front of me. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what to do or where Zane was. It all just happened so quickly; there was an explosion, and when I tried to get out, the door was stuck and the smoke was too thick.” She stops for a moment, letting the details wash over me. Reaching down, I entwine my fingers with hers. She seems so detached, like she is reading from a script, but I know reliving it wouldn't be easy.

“I woke in the hospital the next day after having the first surgery. The police told me the fire was started with two Molotov cocktails through the windows. Zane was nowhere to be found and I was severely burnt to ten percent of my body.”

Fuck me.

“They told me my skin was too damaged; that it wouldn’t be able to regenerate on its own, so the first surgery I went through was to protect the most damaged parts before they could graft it.” She shows me the smoothest part of the burn. The pale skin is taut, not red and raised like the rest. You think that would be the least burnt area.

“Fuck, Kadence,” I say, trying to get my head around it.

“Yeah it was a lot to take in. The second surgery was a grafting; they took skin from my backside and I really wasn’t prepared for the pain of that.” A shudder runs through her as she relives the pain.

“After three weeks, fluid built up underneath the donor skin, preventing it from attaching to the wound. It failed, so they had to re-graft more skin. That time they grafted from inside my thigh. I’m not sure if you’ve ever noticed,” she says, pointing to the slightly different patch of skin. Leaning forward I scan the area. I must admit I haven’t noticed it. My eyes have always been on the prize between her thighs. I had seen the faint area on her ass, but she never acted like it bothered her, so I never commented.

“I stayed in the hospital for three weeks after that one. I wasn’t healthy enough to be able to go home. I gave up, mentally and physically. Looking back, I can see the weakness, but laying in the hospital, I didn’t see it as survival, only how much I had lost.”

“You’re one of the strongest women I’ve ever met,” I interrupt, not sure if she understands the honesty of my words. She shakes her head in disagreement, a blaze of indignation burning furiously in her eyes.

“I was so worked up over losing my home and Zane, angry that it was all taken away from me. I didn’t want to think about how lucky I was or how strong I was. People around me in that burn unit were dying, fighting for their lives, and I was complaining about this small section of my body. I was selfish and had no idea about being strong until I met Jesse.”

She turns her body to mine, lifting her leg over mine. “That's how I met Jesse. He was the one to show me what it truly meant to survive. I was feeling sorry for myself and he helped pull me from the darkness,” she admits and it all comes together why Jesse is so protective of her. Even though I hate Jesse had that with her, I know she needed him at that time in her life.

“You survived it Kadence and you’re stronger for it,” I tell her. Hearing her story, knowing what she went through burns something inside of me, something I haven’t felt in a long time.

“I know, but it’s a struggle sometimes. Opening myself up to you is scary, Nix. My insecurities leave me feeling so unworthy. I’ve never let anyone in.” Her voice is quiet with the truth.

“I get that. Believe me I do, but hiding your body from me is something you don’t need to do. I swear it. I look at you and I don’t see what you think. I see you, Kadence, the woman who survived that, and if that doesn’t make me want to know more about you, I don’t know what does.”

She shakes her head, still not getting it. “Don’t tell me that if you could choose between a woman with no scars and me, you would choose this.” She points to her burns.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Kadence? Believe me, there is no one I would chose over you,” I tell her, hoping she can hear the honesty in my words. Fuck, this woman is dangerous to me.

“If you say so, Nix.” She rolls her eyes, not trusting a word of it.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” I ask, concerned she doesn’t.

“Nix,” she says, trying to move her leg off me, but I stop her, holding her to me.

“No, answer me.”

“I’m not ugly,” she laughs, but nothing about this conversation is funny.

“Do you know the moment I laid my eyes on you, I felt the wind knock out of me, like someone just gut-punched me. I was pissed that Addison threw the meetin’ on me, concerned for Z, and I walked in, and fuck me, I nearly fuckin’ fell over. I couldn’t even look you in the eye at first. I had to calm myself down, or who knows what I would have said. Then you threw your attitude and set me on fire.”

“Yeah, when I was fully clothed.” She shakes her head still not getting it.

“Then a week later, you stood in front of me baring this.” I touch her burns again. “Not once did I think any differently. If anything at all, it made sense. You feelin’ unworthy is the biggest load of crap I have ever heard. If anythin’, it’s me who is unworthy. You stood there vulnerable, and fuck if that wasn’t beautiful. As much as you hate your scars, I love them, ‘cause they make you, you. The person who stood in front of me, and for the first time ever, let me in. Me. If anyone is unworthy of that, it’s me baby,” I give it to her, letting her see the truth in my words. The first teardrops fall, and for a second, I think I’ve fucked up.

“Don’t cry.” I wipe at her face. Fuck, I have no idea how to deal with tears.

“No one has ever said anything so nice to me before,” she hiccups.

“What, no one?” I ask in disbelief.

“I was going to marry a man who never once said anything as sweet as that.”

“Babe, Zane is all kinds of asshole, I can believe that, but the shit he’s put you in is beyond asshole. He’s a fuckin’ fool for not treasurin’ you. I don’t ever want you to meet with him again,” I tell her, adding that in, hoping she listens. I couldn’t handle her getting hurt once again at his hands.

“Trust me, Nix, I never want to see him again.” She wipes at her face, the tears no longer falling.

"I think it was a setup, him comin' back in town," I say, treading carefully. I don't want to scare her but she needs to know.

"I'll be careful," she promises.

“Good, and next time I see him, he and I are gonna have serious words.”

“Nix, don’t go and do something stupid. It’s not worth it. He's not worth it,” she pleads, her sad eyes now gone and replaced with concern.

“Oh, it will be worth it, Kadence.” I don’t tell her that I’ve already got the boys looking for him. That asshole is going down. She rolls her eyes at me, another thing I have missed all week. Rolling her back over, I cover her body with mine. The urgency to have her again, to worship her body, and prove to her just how beautiful she is, scars and all, pulls at me. This woman consumes me, and it’s time to show her just how much.

***

Nix: Got held up meet me at the club.

I send the text to Kadence once I realize how late it is. We were meant to be staying in for the night, but after another fuck around with one of T’s shipments, he called a meeting to keep us up to date with their new plan regarding Gunner. The sooner they sort this shit out, the better.

Kadence: Okay. Be there in ten.

It will be the third time she’s been here, and each time she gets more comfortable. If only I could get her to agree to come clean to Z. I’m sick of hiding this from him. Even though it’s only been three weeks since that night she opened up to me, I feel like we’re slowly getting somewhere.

“What the fuck you smiling about?” Beau asks, kicking at my foot resting out in front of me.

“Not what, who,” Jesse smiles across from him. Beau looks concerned for a moment before hiding it.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I ask, noticing he is the only one who hasn’t taken to her.

“Don’t like that she’s got ties to Gunner,” he shrugs

“Fuck off. You had a problem with her before that.”

“He’s just pissed she got out under his nose.” Brooks laughs, taking a sip of his beer.

“Fuck you.” He stands and goes to leave.

“Sit the fuck down, you pussy,” I tell him. Ignoring the fact that Brooks is right, Beau has some serious trust issues.

“She knows what we’re about, brother,” I tell him, knowing it will take more than words to get him to trust her. It’s just gonna take time. He nods, knowing what I’m saying. I trust Beau more than anything, and he’s only looking out for me.

“You staying for the party?” Jesse wiggles his eyebrows up and down. The fucker is crazy. He’s already got a blonde bitch on his knee, no doubt he will have another soon.

“Love to see Kadence’s face when she sees one of those parties,” Beau laughs.

“Fuck off. She’ll deal,” I defend her.

“Deal with what?” she asks, walking in wearing her hot teacher get up.

“Especially wearing her uppity clothes,” Beau keeps going. Her eyes narrow to him, but she doesn’t bite. She knows she pissed him off that day she snuck out.

“Hey, baby.” I pull her down on my lap when she gets close enough.

“Hey,” she sighs, not caring we’re in front of all the guys in the middle of the clubhouse. Yeah, my woman fits right in.

“Hey, guys.” She pulls back and turns her body to face the table.

“How was work?” I ask when they get through their hellos.

“Meh, work is work. Glad the week is over.” She goes to stand from my lap, but I hold her in place.

“Want a drink?”

“Are we staying?”

“Was gonna have a few with the boys,” I tell her, waiting to see what she’s gonna do. She needs to get used to the clubhouse lifestyle.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll have a beer,” she smiles, pushing up from my lap.

“Hunter, get my woman a beer,” I yell over to the bar, taking my hands to her waist, and planting her back where she was.

“If I knew you were going to yell at him, I would have gotten up to get it myself,” she whispers so the others don’t hear.

“That’s his job, baby. He likes gettin’ me beers,” I tell her, smiling, but she just shakes her head.

“You ready to see yourself a real Knights Rebels’ party?” Jesse asks her a few minutes later.

“I’m sure it’s not that crazy, Jesse.” She rolls her eyes, not understanding just how serious these boys like to party

I laugh on the inside; the woman has no idea.

Chapter Twenty-One

Kadence

Holy shit.

That’s the only thought I have lying in Nix’s bed at the clubhouse the next morning. Jesse was right. The Knights Rebels sure know how to party. My head throbs as I try to roll out from under Nix.

“Don’t move,” he groans into his pillow.

“Need bathroom,” I say, beginning to sound like Nix. I need the bathroom and I need it now. He rolls to the side releasing me from his body. I barely make it to the toilet to bring up who knows what. Fuck. I drank way too much. After Jesse explained just how much the Knights Rebels like to party, I decided I need a few drinks if I was about to witness something like that.

“Fuck, baby, you sick?” Nix asks from behind me, his voice still full of sleep.

“Go, Nix. You don’t want to see it let alone smell it,” I moan, my head still in the bowl. He ignores me of course and pulls my hair back as I empty my stomach into the bowl.

“Oh, God,” I moan as he places a cool washcloth over my forehead.

“You feelin’ better?” he asks after a few minutes of reprieve.

“Yeah, I think I got it all up,” I say, standing to wash the funk out of my mouth.

“I’ll get you something to eat,” he says, walking away. The thought of eating after what I just threw up makes me dry heave, but I don’t argue. I already know he won’t listen. Cleaning up and making myself presentable, I make my way to the kitchen.

“Kadence,” Jesse booms from the table as I walk straight to the coffee machine.

“Shhhh,” I whisper, turning away from him. I don't know how in the hell Jesse can even be up and about this morning after the things I witnessed last night, let alone be in a happy mood. He laughs louder, seeing how I pulled up from last night.

“Fuck, girl, you sure know how to party with some of the big guys,” he laughs into his coffee cup.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged in,” Sy smirks from the door. “Didn’t think we would see you this morning,” he says as he makes his way to get his morning coffee.

“Ease up, guys. It was my first clubhouse party,” I whine into my coffee.

“Here, baby,” Nix says, passing me a piece of dry toast. “Eat,” he demands, pointing to the spot next to Jesse.

“Gah,” I grumble, sitting down next to a smiling Jesse.

“You did good,” Jesse nods. I don’t know how he thinks I did good. I got drunk off my ass and now I’m paying for it.

“He’s right. You did do good. Told all those bitches who was boss,” Nix laughs and I drop my head to the table.

“Can we not talk about it?” I ask, hoping they’ll drop it.

“Hell, no, that shit was funny,” Brooks says as he walks in to the kitchen. “I knew you had it in you,” he winks, walking past me.

“You were so hot, going all possessive over me,” Nix whispers into my ear.

“Is it really like that at every party?” I ask, hoping it’s not. I don’t know if I could handle knowing these skanks are trying to get into my man’s pants. They all laugh, not answering my question.

“Don’t worry. You made it known not to fuck with you,” Nix says, putting me at ease.

“Though she hasn’t met Chrissie yet,” Brooks adds.

“Oh, yeah,” Jesse laughs, making me worry more.

“Who the fuck is Chrissie?”

“Forget her,” Nix says, putting me at ease. “The bitch will hear how you laid Tina out.” At the mention of Tina’s name, the boys all start laughing. I feel kind of bad that I did that, but I was sitting right there and the woman just rubbed her tits along his arm. Hell the fuck no. I don’t know what came over me. Okay, that’s a lie. I know what came over me; my temper getting the best of me. Once Nix told her to fuck off, she still didn’t listen so I had to do something to get her to listen. I wasn’t expecting to have to pull her off him. I’m mortified while the guys think it’s epic. Great, now I’ll never live this one down.

“Next time I see her, I’ll tell her I’m sorry.”

“Like fuck you will,” Nix warns. “The bitch had it coming. Forget it, Kadence. She’ll now know not to fuck with you. You wanna survive in the club against women like her, they need to know you won’t back down.” All the boys nod, agreeing with him.

“Okay,” I say, taking a bite of my toast. I didn’t really wanna say sorry anyway.

“Eat up, baby. We’re going for a ride,” he says, watching me slowly eat my breakfast.

“Where?” I ask, not sure I can handle a ride today. I need a bed, a bucket, and some Tylenol.

“It’s a surprise,” he says, not telling me.

“I hate surprises,” I say, swallowing large bite of toast.

“You’ll like this one.”

“Dinner at your place tonight, Prez,” Jesse says, standing from the table.

“I’ll bring the beer,” Brooks says, also standing.

“I’ll get the steaks,” Beau adds, walking in and joining our conversation.

“I’ll bring myself,” Jesse laughs.

“Make sure you have a fucking shower before you turn up,” Sy says, standing next to him. “You fucking stink like sex and pussy,” he says, shaking his head. The thought of Jesse smelling like that has me standing from the chair and racing to the bathroom to throw up the half-piece of toast I just consumed, leaving the guys laughing their asses off. Assholes.

***

The sunlit clouds drift across the blue Nevada sky. Commanding my eyes to stay open, I take in the sight of them. Fresh air fills my lungs with every sharp breath I take. My heart beats furiously out of my chest at that the thrill of what we’re doing. The chance that we could get caught in the middle of the day heightens the level of adrenaline coursing through me. He’s building me with every swipe of his finger and every flick of his tongue. I force myself to stay quiet, biting down on my arm as the desire to cry out becomes too much.

“Don’t hold it in, Kadence,” Nix growls from between my legs, his grumbles vibrating my pussy.

“Nix,” I pant, wanting to explode, but the thought of getting caught holds me back.

“Babe, you either come on my mouth, or you come on my cock. Either way you’re comin’,” he dictates before dragging his rough tongue through my soft flesh again.

Shit.

His finger enters me again, finding the place he knows will take me over. A blistering heat swells from my core, slowly gathering momentum as he works my clit and massages my G-spot. The yearning to sensor myself long forgotten as the wave of encompassing pleasure spreads through me. I thrash my head, back and forth. My thighs squeeze shut, locking his head between my legs. His strong hands go to my knees pushing them apart as he continues to assault my most sensitive place.

“Nix,” I cry out as the heat sears over my whole body; the most marvelous sensation prickles at my skin as my body begs for it never to end. Seized by a rush of awareness so intense, I scream out with unabashed abandon.

Nix slows his talented tongue as the wave subsides, the last of my orgasm rolling through me. My hangover long forgotten, I marvel in the aftermath of my orgasm.

Oh, God, did I just let him do that in a public place?

Sitting up from the picnic blanket, I push down my skirt and watch Nix lick his fingers clean. He looks so freaking delicious kneeling in front of me with his chin covered in my arousal and his eyes shining with a devilish glint.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I love it when you go off like that,” he states, coming back up to me and capturing my mouth with desperate urgency. The taste of myself mixed in with his taste, unfortunately, turns me on more. Jesus, I need him again.

My hands come around his neck; falling back down to the blanket, I pull him with me. His weight crashes to me. The hard pulse of his arousal in his pants rubs against the inside of my leg.

“Want me to take care of you?” I ask, smiling against his lips.

“Oh, baby, you’ve got no idea what I have in store for you.” He smiles wickedly before moving back up to his knees and hiking my skirt back up to expose my bareness. He took my panties off when we sat down for our picnic, pocketing them and told me I was not getting them back. Typical Nix.

“You’re gonna get up and you're gonna turn around and show me that sexy ass of yours.” He says it so calmly like we’re in the privacy of our bedroom and not out in the open

“No, Nix, someone will see us,” I flat out refuse. We’ve already done way too much today, and we're lucky we haven’t been caught yet. I look around seeing if anyone has stumbled upon our little hiding place.

Last night, when I was drunk off my face, I made a comment about public sex. Somehow, Nix thought fulfilling that one thing I’d yet to do would go to the top of his list. I wasn’t too keen to try, but after him convincing me, or should I say just taking me, I now know that it is indeed very hot.

It’s been three weeks since I opened up about the fire, letting him in to understand my whole ordeal. I knew for us to move forward, I had to let him in, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. I don’t know if we’re moving too fast, but we’ve spent every night together at his house, in his bed and even a few nights at the club. Even the nights he had Z, he wanted me there, me only agreeing if I snuck in after Z went to bed and leaving before he woke. Every night, he proves to me just how much he thinks I’m beautiful, how much he craves me, and every night I feel like I’m giving him a little more of myself.

His eyes find mine, anchoring me to my spot on the picnic blanket he brought along for our impromptu picnic, Nix told me we were going for a ride. He didn’t tell me we would be stopping for a public sex session.

“Yes, Kadence,” he argues, reaching down to release his erection from his jeans.

“Geez put it away, Nix.” I look around again, making sure we're still alone.

“The only place I’m gonna put this,” he stops to look down at his hand stroking his rigid shaft, “is in that tight pussy of yours.”

“You’re such a romantic,” I accuse, but the action he’s doing draws me in, mesmerizing me.

“You want romance, baby? You want roses and sweet nothings whispered to you as I worship your body gently?” The smoothness of his words caresses me. The image of him fisting himself still captures me.

“Well, it would be nice,” I lie, knowing I love his dirty mouth. No other man has been able to get me ready with one sentence.

“Fuck that. I’m hard and fast and I’m anythin’ but fuckin’ gentle. Now get on your knees and point that sexy ass in my face.”

“Do you even have a condom, Nix?” I ask, looking up from his cock.

“Don’t need one,” he states.

“Is that right?” I cock my brow at him, just waiting to hear this one. We’ve always used a condom, and as much as I want to say yes, we haven’t had the talk about it.

“I’m clean, babe, and I’ve seen those pills you take. Today, I fuck you bare,” he answers my worries, while still bossing me.

“Do I even get a say? Geez, Nix, could you get any more caveman? Me fuck you bare, woman.” I roll my eyes at him.

“I fuckin’ love it when you’re a smartass, makes me wanna fuck you harder.” He smiles, still stroking himself. Fuck, why does that turn me on.

“Why don’t you ask instead of demanding me all the time?”

“Hmm, that’s not fun, but let me try,” he smirks, leaning in and kissing my parted lips.

“Kadence, I’m gonna take you raw. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and you’ll scream so loud, you’ll be lettin’ the fuckin’ birds know how much you love my cock, and then you're gonna sit here with my cum leaking down your legs while we eat lunch, okay?” he says it so calm, like the thought of it is perfectly normal.

The corners of my lips start to lift and I try to hold in my laughter.

“Nix, that was worse.”

“What? I thought that was good. I like that idea.” He acts like he’s offended. “Okay, how about, babe, please let me sink my thick cock into your tight pussy and feel your snug heat like I haven’t before. I want to feel you tighten around me for the first time with no barrier, Kadence. Then when I finish, I want to watch my cum spill from your cunt while I eat my lunch.”

“NIX,” I yell, “don’t say that word. It's gross.”

“Nothing gross about it, babe,” he smiles, kissing me again. His tongue seductively reclaims my mouth.

“You gonna let me fuck you bare?” he asks against my lips. This time the question is tender and intimate, all teasing aside.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You’ll always have a choice, Kadence. I’ll just let you know when you make the wrong one.” His eyes sparkle with mischief and I give in to his dirty yet sweet words. Wrapping my legs around him, I feel the warmness of his cock at my center. I embrace his smoothness as he tenderly enters me. The connection of our bodies on a deeper level suspends me for a moment, the touch of his skin, the warmth of his body all brings me apart.

Does it frighten me that we seem to be getting in so deep with each other? Yes, but I can’t fight it. We can’t get enough of one another, the attraction heightened by every moment we spend with each other. I’ve known this man for seven weeks, and every day he tears at my perfectly constructed armor. To say I’m not feeling anything for him would be a lie.

“Kadence?” he whispers as our bodies move together, his rhythm intense with each slow, deliberate thrust.

“Yeah?” I answer as I feel myself begin the climb. The heat that gathers from the base of my spine rapidly builds momentum.

“You ruin me, woman,” he breathes, before taking my mouth in his. I want to tell him he ruins me too, more than I care to admit, but right now, it’s like the warmth he’s filling me is enough. It’s building quietly inside of me waiting to devastate me.

Closing my eyes, I let the sweet depth of his movements take over me, knowing more than anything that this man has the power to devastate me. I’m just not sure I’m ready to admit that to him, let alone myself.