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.