Kade (12 page)

******

Kade thrusts forward again, and I pant out his name. His next thrust is even harder and I stifle a grin. He loves it when I say his name. When my phone rings on the nightstand I reach over and grab it.

“What do you think you're doing?” he growls, trying to pin my arm down.

“That’s Layla’s ringtone, I need to answer,” I tell him calmly.

“The fuck you do!” he growls, getting pissed.

“Okay, so you can answer Ashley’s calls during sex and I can’t answer Layla?” I ask.

“So this is what, revenge?” he spits out.

“No, Kade. This is me, answering a call from my pregnant best friend because something could be wrong!” I snap. Kade grunts and relents, pushing himself off my body. I missed Layla’s call so I ring her back.

“Layla, is everything okay?” I ask her, worried.

“Chase had to go to Sydney for the night and he asked me to call if I needed anything. James isn’t answering, so I need Kade. Sorry to interrupt what I assume is a sex-a-thon, but I need Kade!” she says semi-hysterically.

“Layla, calm down. What do you need?” I ask her. I mentally make a list of what she tells me.

“Okay, calm down. Kade will be there soon.”

I hang up.

“Is everything okay? “ Kade asks.

“Everything's fine. Chase isn’t there and he doesn’t want Layla driving alone, so you need to do a food run.” I tell him.

“A food run?” he says slowly. I nod.

“Yes. Cookies and cream flavor chocolate, a fruit salad- which must have mango in it, and a large tub of old English toffee ice cream.”

Kade bangs his head against the headboard. Then he gets dressed, grumbling the entire time.

As he leaves I start giggling. I wonder if mangoes are even in season.

Chapter Twenty Five

It’s Sunday, and we're all lounging around the house, bored. I decide to paint my nails. I break out the nail polish and decide to try to be funky with it. I’m painting my toes an emerald green when Kade sits down next to me, beer in hand.

“You have sexy feet,” he rumbles, pulling me out of my musings.

I glance over at him with the most disgusting look I can muster.

Feet are disgusting.

Toes are disgusting.

Anything south from the ankles is disgusting.

“If you're one of those men who like licking toes, that’s a deal breaker. If you even try that shit with me, I will kick you in the face,” I say, and I'm completely serious. Kade chuckles, and slams his beer down, a few droplets spilling over the side.

“Okay, first of all, Nikki, I do not have a foot fetish. I just happen to think every part of you is sexy, even your feet,” he says, the corners of his lips slightly turned up. Okay, that was sweet. But of course, being Kade, he has to go and ruin it.

“Secondly, you are my woman. If I want to lick your damn toes, I will. And you would love it. But lucky for you, I'm not into that,” he says with a chuckle. My green eyes narrow ominously, causing Kade to laugh harder. I open my mouth to say ‘I dare you to try’, but I reign myself in, and bite my tongue because Kade will take that challenge, and somehow he'll win. I know it, he knows it. Smug bastard.

“My girl is learning,” he says in approval. I grunt, picking up my handbag, and throwing it at his head.

******

After supper, I see James and Kade in the game room playing pool, and come up with an idea to make the evening a little less boring.

"Hey boys, how about you make it more interesting, huh?" I smirk.

"What do you have in mind, beautiful?" Kade asks, his pale blue eyes narrowing.

"Let's make a bet!" I say, jumping up and down, clapping my hands. "James, if you lose, you tell me where you disappear to all the time. Kade, if you lose," hmm, I have nothing. "You have to cut your hair.”

Now, girls, I know you're probably cussing me out right now, and yes, Kade’s hair is hot. But I think with short hair, he'll look even sexier.

James looks at Kade and then at me. “I’m in.”

Kade runs his hands through his light blonde hair, frowning. I tap my foot on the floor, waiting.

“Fine. I’m in, too,” he relents.

I get a huge bowl of popcorn to sit and watch the game.

“Nikki, don’t think you’re getting out of this. You have to play the winner, and make a separate bet,” James says with a smirk. Oh, shit.

“Okay, that sounds fair,” I grumble.

I watch Kade and James face off. They're both good players, to be honest. They both beat each other now and again because they're pretty evenly matched. Eventually, they both get down to the black ball, and it could be anyone’s game. When James sinks the black ball, Kade groans. I bite my lip.

My man’s getting his locks cut off. Kade goes somewhere, probably to stare at himself in the mirror and sulk over his hair. The thought makes me laugh out loud. James and I play, and of course he kicks my ass.

“Okay, James. What do you want?” I ask reluctantly. James walks over to me, and stands close. He bites his lip ring for a few moments, thinking.

“I want you to do a strip dance on the pole,” he says finally with an evil smile.

Kade walks back out just as James makes that announcement. “The fuck she will!” he growls. I see James grin unrepentantly. I roll my eyes.

“So what? I just shake my ass on the pole?” I ask James. It sounds kinda fun.

“You’re not fucking dancing for anyone but me, Nikki,” Kade yells, his tone aggressive.

“Fucking party pooper,” James grumbles. “Fine, Kade. Any ideas?”

Kade suddenly gets an evil look on his face and I gulp. “How about, you have to be nice to Ashley for an entire day,” he says, looking proud of his evil scheme.

“What kind of shit is that?” I spit out, getting angry.

“It’s a bet, you have to do what we decide!” Kade brags, still grinning.

I look at James, pleading, but he just laughs. No help there. Asshole.

“Come on! I’d rather do the pole every night for a month!” I beg.

James laughs, but Kade doesn't look impressed. “It’s just one day, Nikki, can’t you do that?” James asks.

“Fuck, probably not. My willpower isn’t that strong. It would be easier to just smash her face in,” I say frankly.

James gives me a belly laugh, but Kade just looks pissed. “You're doing it,” Kade says with a warning in his tone.

“You can't tell me what to do!” I huff.

“So, are you going to be known as the girl who doesn’t keep her word? Doesn’t make good on the bets she loses?” he taunts.

“Fine!” I concede ungracefully.

Chapter Twenty Six

The next day, Kade walks in and I gape. All of his hair is gone. Holy fuck, does he look hot. Even hotter than before, in my opinion. I can’t take my eyes off him. I had an idea for Kade for a while now, and I can’t think of a better time to execute it.

“You look fucking hot,” I tell him, circling around him.

“You think?” he asks, rubbing his hands over his new short hair.

“I love it, seriously,” I say huskily. I clear my throat.

“I’m hungry. Do you think you could do a food run, please?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

Kade narrows his eyes suspiciously. Oh hell, I could never be an actress.

“What do you want?” he asks, searching my eyes.

“McDonald’s,” I say, knowing that will buy me at least twenty minutes.

“Okay, I’ll be back. You want the usual?” he asks sweetly. I nod. He kisses my temple and walks out.

I run to my room and get ready.

******

“Nikki?” Kade calls out as he walks in the door.

I’m standing in the living room, and boy do I have plans for him.

“Over here,” I call out huskily. Kade walks in, takes in the scene, and his jaw drops open.

“Lock the door,” I demand. I see his throat move as he swallows deeply. He locks the door before prowling over to me.

“Sit,” I say, gesturing to the chair in front of the stripper pole.

He does as I demand, his lips curving up. He finds me telling him what to do amusing. Hmmph!

I press play and ‘Pony’ by Ginuwine starts to play. I watch Kade devouring me with my own eyes. I must admit, I look the part. Red stiletto boots, black corset, black lacy underwear and black garters. My hair is loose and spills over my shoulders. Bright red lipstick, smoky black eyes, and fake eyelashes complete my "showgirl" look.

Just once if I have the chance

The things I will do to you

You and your body

Every single portion

Send chills up and down your spine

Juices flowing down your thigh

If those lyrics won’t get me motivated, I don’t know what will. I start grinding on the pole, lifting myself up by the strength in my legs, and sliding down. After a few minutes of that, my strip dance turns into a lap dance. I sit on Kade’s lap doing a body roll and gyrating my hips. “No touching!” I admonish when he puts his hands on me.

“Nikki!” he growls in warning. His patience with my game is waning. He wants control back. And I want him to take it.

I grind myself on his arousal, enticing a moan from him. Leaning back against his chest, my hands have a mind of their own and cover my breasts, pinching both nipples, as my ass rubs over his hard erection. My knees fall apart as one of my hands slides down my body, to the top of my panties. It's like I'm in my own world, and almost for a second there forget that Kade is behind me, as you do in the heat of the moment. Kade's hands move slightly on my thighs, spreading them further as he looks down my body. My fingers inch under my panties, and find my throbbing clit. I lazily start to stroke it with the smallest touch which makes my body feel alive. Arching my back, I feel my release approaching quickly, too quickly for my liking. Kade grips my hand to stop me, and holds on tightly while we're both panting heavily. Kade flips me over and growls, “Do. Not. Move,” in a harsh tone before walking out. I stay where I am told to, panting, so turned on. Kade walks back in with something in his hands.

Handcuffs.

He lifts me up and backs me against the pole, pushing my hands back so they are wrapped around the pole. He cuffs me. To the stripper pole. With an evil grin he undresses himself, leaving me with nothing to do but watch.

And wait.

When he's done, and I’m salivating over his body, he walks forward to me aggressively, and rips off my black panties. He drops to his knees suddenly, and his mouth latches on to my pulsating clit. The heat from his mouth, along with the suction and the nibbling as one of his fingers swirls around my opening, has me gasping for air. It's all too much, but I want more. Pushing his finger deep inside of me, Kade twists his wrist, begins rubbing against that oh so sensitive spot, and has my eyes rolling back into my head. My hips move with his movement, moaning as he adds a second finger. “More,” I ask. Growling, his fingers move faster and deeper as he sucks harder on my clit. The flames burn up my spine as my release hits so hard I slip on my own feet. He lifts me up, taking my whole weight in his arms, and slides into me. I hiss, and Kade growls. He pushes me against the pole and takes me. It’s not very comfortable, with my hands cuffed I’m being held immobile. Kade takes what he wants and I have no choice but to give it. And I love it.

“Fuck, Nikki, you feel so good,” he groans into my neck. Out of nowhere, release hits me again, and Kade slams into me as I shatter into a million pieces. Kade pulls out of me, still hard as a rock, condom in place, and uncuffs me.

“You didn’t come?” I ask, confused.

“I’m not done with you yet, Nikki, get in the room, now!” he commands.

I grin. Then I run to his bedroom.

About three hours later, I eat my McDonald’s, a grin on my face.