Turn On A Dime - Kade's Turn (15 page)

“You’re an asshole,” Kade said without heat. Donovan laughed again. “I do not have a ‘dreamy look’ in my eyes.”

Donovan shrugged, still chuckling. “Whatever you say, but I’m starting the pool on wedding dates.”

Now it was Kade’s turn to laugh, though his held more bitterness than humor. “Yeah, because a girl like that would marry a dick like me. Right.”

Suddenly Donovan wasn’t laughing anymore. He hesitated, then said, “Man, I know you don’t like to talk about it. But it wasn’t your fault. No one blames you.”

There weren’t many who could stand up to the kind of glare Kade was sending Donovan’s way, but he didn’t flinch.

“You got part of that right,” Kade said. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to listen to me, read the files, read the reports. They did an investigation and found nothing wrong—”

“Are you done?” Kade interrupted.

Donovan sighed in defeat. “Yeah, I’m done.” His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. “Just tell me one thing—this case you’re on with the woman being threatened, the one you’ve been having me send the uniforms over to keep an eye on—is it her?”

When Kade didn’t answer, Donovan gave a short nod. “I’m going to step up the forensics on that eye, see if we can come up with anything for you. If you need more uniforms, just let me know.”

“Thanks. I owe you one.”

Donovan left, but Kade barely noticed. He was lost—lost in the drag of his memories.

It was a warm spring evening, and Kade was glad he’d managed a couple of days off from his job with the FBI to stop in Indy to visit his brother. Blane had only just returned from his last deployment three weeks ago and Kade had yet to see him.

Parking his car, he hopped out and went around back to enter through the kitchen of Blane’s house. Although Kade himself had called this place home since he was ten years old, inwardly he still referred to it as Blane’s. The old man had bought the place and would’ve turned over in his grave if he’d known Kade had lived there. Not that Kade gave a shit.

“Hey, Mona,” Kade said, greeting the woman standing over the stove stirring a pot of something that smelled mouthwatering. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek.

“It’s about time you made it home,” she said, though the reprimand in her voice was softened by her smile.

“Well, if you’d told me you were making your world famous homemade chicken and dumplings, I’d have come sooner,” Kade teased. “Where’s Blane?”

Mona’s face clouded, her smile fading. “He’s in the den,” she said. “But make sure you holler first, let him know you’re coming.”

Kade quirked an eyebrow in question as he snagged a chocolate-chip cookie off the rack where over a dozen of them sat cooling.

“Those will ruin your dinner,” Mona scolded, half-heartedly reaching to take it from him. Kade evaded her easily, grinning as he shoved it in his mouth and grabbed two more.

“They’re fabulous,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes heavenward, mouth full of gooey cookie.

Mona huffed in exaggerated frustration, her smile indulgent.

“How long are you staying?” she asked.

“I’ve only got the weekend,” Kade replied.

Mona looked disappointed at this, but said nothing more as Kade left the kitchen and headed down the hall. He shoved the two cookies in his mouth as he pushed open the door to the den.

Then immediately dove to the ground as Blane swung a Glock in his direction.

Kade froze, gazing up at Blane, who looked as surprised to see him as Kade was to see a gun pointed at his head. Gingerly, Kade got to his feet, swallowing the cookies in one lump.

“I’d say welcome home, brother,” Kade said, “but what the fuck?”

“You startled me,” Blane said, putting the Glock back in the holster at his side.

“So you pull a gun on me?” Kade asked.

Blane shrugged. “Sorry. Reflex.”

And Kade realized why Mona had warned him.

His brows furrowed as he walked over to one of the leather wingback chairs by Blane’s desk, sinking into its cool confines.

“So how do you like being back?” he asked. Blane had been deployed many times over the past several years, but this last one had been longer than the others, manpower seeming to be in short supply.

“It’s taking some getting used to,” Blane admitted, sitting in the chair opposite Kade. “But it’s good to be home.” His skin was a dark bronze, his hair burnished gold from the desert sun.

Kade abruptly realized that Blane looked…older. It was sobering. He’d tried not to think very much about all that Blane was enduring while overseas, but looking at him now, it was obvious the years in combat had taken their toll.

He forced a careless smile. “Well, your little brother’s come to visit. Let’s go paint the town.”

Blane grinned, a spark coming back into his eyes. “It’ll have to wait until after dinner. Mona will be pissed if we skip out on her chicken and dumplings.”

Three hours later, he and Blane were parking the Jaguar outside a club downtown. It wasn’t the nicest of places, the clientele rough and tumble, but it wasn’t a dive either. Kade paid the cover and snagged a table in the corner. He sat on one barstool while Blane took the other.

Signaling for a cocktail waitress, Kade asked, “So have you been to see Kandi yet?”

Blane shrugged, his gaze flitting around the room. “Once,” he said.

A waitress came by and Kade ordered two beers and four shots. When he left, he said, “Thought you and her would be settling down sometime soon. Start poppin’ out little blond brats.” He grinned at the look Blane shot him.

“She wants to, but I’m not ready for that,” Blane said with a snort, taking a long pull of the beer the waitress sat in front of him. She wasn’t a bad looking brunette and Kade noticed Blane eyed her ass as she walked away.

“To my big brother,” Kade said, picking up one of the shots. “Hail the conquering hero and shit.”

Blane huffed a laugh, downing the shot with Kade before they finished off the second one. The beer was a nice, cool chaser to the whiskey burning a path to Kade’s stomach. He signaled the waitress for another round.

Kade knew he and Blane made a striking pair and more than a few interested female gazes were sent their direction. Blane’s golden boy good looks were polar opposite to Kade’s inky black hair and bad boy demeanor. The part of Blane that had always made people somewhat wary of him had been honed to a steel edge by the SEALs, which would no doubt attract the women like candy.

While Blane and Kade’s outward appearance might have been dissimilar, they both now carried an aura of danger. It was in the way Blane sat in the chair, seemingly at ease, but his eyes were constantly moving and his fingers played with the beer bottle, as though ready at any moment to turn it into a jagged weapon. The FBI training Kade had been given had made his instincts razor sharp. Though he’d convinced Blane to leave his gun in the car, Kade had a gun strapped to his ankle. He had learned to never, ever, be without a weapon.

Forty minutes and six shots later, Kade was studying the bar. Two women in the corner caught his eye. One was a blonde, the other a brunette. Two men were flirting with them, but the girls kept shooting looks at him and Blane, whispering to each other. Giving them a lopsided smirk, Kade crooked his finger, beckoning them.

“What are you doing?” Blane asked as the two girls started heading their way, leaving behind the two guys they’d been talking to.

“Entertainment,” Kade said simply, setting aside his beer. He was well on his way to drunk, and by the look in Blane’s eyes, so was he.

“I’m not in the mood,” Blane said.

“Bullshit,” Kade shot back. “You need to get laid. And from what I’ve seen, the sooner, the better.”

The girls arrived then and Kade randomly picked the blonde.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m—”

“Beautiful,” Kade interrupted smoothly. Names were unnecessary. She smiled. Kade slid his hands around her waist, his hands gliding under the semi-transparent shirt she wore to touch her skin. Pulling her between his spread knees, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

“My buddy and I could buy you and your friend a drink and waste time playing the game like those losers you were just with. Or we can get out of here, get a room, and I can spend the next few hours making you come so hard you’ll forget every other man who’s ever fucked you.”

She sucked in her breath, her brown eyes widening, then she smiled and nudged her friend. They exchanged looks.

“I hope you’re not all talk,” the blonde said.

Kade’s answering smirk spoke for itself. He tossed some bills on the table. “Let’s go,” he said to Blane.

“Just a minute, dickhead.”

Kade turned to see the two guys had approached them. Their stance was belligerent. The one who’d spoken was in front, his friend standing behind him and off to the side, backing him up.

Kade stepped into the guy’s personal space. They were the same height. “‘Just a minute is your problem,” he said with a twisted sneer. “I’m guessing the ladies want things to last a bit longer. I hear there’s medication that can help with that, not that I know from personal experience.”

Kade turned away just as the guy grabbed onto his arm.

“Go fuck yourself,” the guy said. “We saw them first.”

Spinning around, Kade grabbed the guy’s wrist, broke his hold, then twisted his arm around behind his back, using the momentum to plaster the guy face first on the bar table he and Blane had just vacated. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blane step up to the remaining dude, who didn’t look like he was going to try to bypass Blane to help his buddy anytime soon.

Leaning down, Kade whispered in the guy’s ear. “You may have seen them first, but we’ll be fucking them first. Have a nice night. Dickhead.”

Abruptly releasing him, Kade stepped back. Stopping at the bar, Kade exchanged a hundred for a two fresh bottles of Jack before leading the way outside. Blane brought up the rear behind the two girls tottering on their high heels, giggling with each other. With a sharp whistle, Kade summoned a passing cab and they piled in the back. Giving the name of a nearby hotel, Kade pulled the blonde onto his lap.

He was horny as hell and he didn’t give Blane and the brunette a second thought as he began kissing the blonde. She was a good kisser, turning so she straddled his lap, her short skirt climbing to her waist.

“Your friend’s got the right idea,” Kade heard the brunette say to Blane, her voice a husky murmur.

“It would appear so.”

Kade’s lips twisted in a smile when he glanced over and saw Blane had gotten in on the action, the brunette busy sliding her hands underneath his shirt.

They arrived at the hotel and ten minutes later unlocked the door to a room. The girls were as drunk as Kade and Blane, laughing uproariously when one of them tripped and nearly went down. They stumbled, helping each other into the bedroom, while Blane and Kade followed.

“One room?” Blane asked Kade with a derisive snort. “We’re brothers, but some things I don’t need to know.”

Kade shot him a wicked grin. “Take a walk on the wild side, brother, and trust me.” Unscrewing the bottle of Jack, Kade took a long swig, then handed it to Blane.

Blane sighed, then shrugged and tipped the bottle to his lips.

When they entered the bedroom, the girls were already down to their underwear, both clad in tiny thongs. The blonde wasn’t a real blonde, not that Kade cared. And he was pretty sure her breasts were fake, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“Care for a drink, girls?” Kade asked, handing the blonde the bottle he’d opened.

The blonde laughed, took a drink and passed it to the brunette. While the brunette drank, the blonde unhooked her bra, helping the brunette slide the straps down her arms while she kept drinking. The blonde began touching the brunette’s breasts, her palms cupping them while her thumbs brushed the pink nipples. The brunette tossed aside the now empty bottle, and they started kissing.

“Holy fuck,” Blane breathed quietly.

Kade’s dick was hard as a rock. He didn’t turn away from the scene when he answered Blane. “You can thank me later.” Digging in his pocket, he handed a couple of condoms to Blane.

The alcohol in his bloodstream made disrobing slightly more difficult, but it wasn’t too long before Kade was naked and kneeling on the bed behind the blonde. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Blane echoing his movements. Then the brunette was on her back, her mouth between the blonde’s legs, and Blane was fucking her. Kade pushed himself inside the blonde, his hands cupping her fake boobs. The room began to spin, the booze hitting him hard, and he closed his eyes.

The next few hours were a haze of sweat and skin, the blonde sucking him off as Blane fucked her from behind, the brunette straddling Kade’s face, his hands gripping her ass while he ate her pussy. Blane passed out at some point and the last thing Kade remembered was screwing the brunette while she used her fingers on the blonde. Feminine moans and sighs filled his ears, his orgasm making him groan, then he collapsed on the bed, spent.

When Kade next opened his eyes, it was almost four in the morning and the room was still spinning. He sat up, blinking as he got his bearings. The girls were sprawled together, their naked limbs entwined, and were sleeping…or passed out. Blane was asleep at the end of the bed, his leg hanging off the side.