“That’s a lie.”
My leg tenses as he reaches back, circling his fingers around my thigh and sending flutters everywhere. Waiting. The lights are still red, and a huge part of me wants them to stay red.
“Your cough sounds like you have asthma.”
I swallow as his thumb moves against my leg. “Shut up.”
He chuckles deeply.
The lights turn green, and his touch vanishes as we set off once more.
We eventually stop near a beach, where the sun is nearly gone behind the sea. Orange, red and yellow hues dance together as people still surf, a group of underage teenagers drink around a fire, music playing on a speaker, and a couple sit in the sand, watching the sky like us.
We keep our helmets on, and when Kade’s hand finds my leg again, I keep my arms around him. A few minutes go by before I speak. “I don’t want to go home anytime soon.”
“You want to go somewhere else?” he asks, and when I nod, we sit for another ten minutes, comfortably, before he drives us to a quiet pier.
The bike moves over the wood until we come to a stop between loads of boats. He kicks the stand out. We’re invisible. No one can see us. Was that his plan? Is he going to try to fuck me here?
Is this all about sex?
“Get off,” he orders me, and I frown in confusion.
When I don’t move, he says, “Sit in front of me.”
Deftones is playing through the helmets, a band I’ve noticed Kade’s also been listening to a lot recently. He helps me off, and before I can ask what’s going on, he lifts me up and sits me in front of him, so we’re face to face. He shifts back, so it’s more comfortable, my legs draped over his.
He flips his visor open, then mine, his eyes as breath-taking as ever. “You want to sit here for a while?”
I bite my lip, the bike warm beneath me. “And do what?”
“I can think of a few things.”
I tilt my head as he reaches up and unclips my helmet, then pulls it off. It drops on the pier beneath us, the hoodie following. We can still hear the music.
The breeze hits my skin, but that’s not the reason for my hard nipples or the shivers running up my spine. His touch is electrifying.
“Are you going to let me kiss you yet?”
I shake my head, and Kade huffs.
My heart pounds in my chest as he traces his finger along my collarbone then hooks it under one of my dress straps and pulls it down my arm. The other follows. He unclips my bra and throws it aside.
The cold air hits my breasts, and Kade grazes his fingers over them both until I’m panting.
He’s hard.
Is it even possible to have sex in this position?
“There are so many things I want to do to you right now. I don’t think I can wait until we get back to the room.”
My breath hitches as one hand cups my breast, caressing it as his thumb rubs over my nipple, his other hand sliding up my bare thigh. “What are you going to do to me?”
Kade looks at me with a dark, hooded gaze. “Everything.”
The bike stays steady as Kade moves aside my underwear to feel how soaked I am.
My head drops back as he circles his thumb on my clit, pulling his helmet off so he can capture a nipple in his mouth. It lasts seconds before he tugs it between his teeth and draws back, sliding me fully into his lap.
I grind against his cock, and my lungs stutter from the sensation. He snakes an arm around the small of my back to help me move against him.
Then Kade halts me by grabbing my hip, shifting me as he frees his cock and positions me above him, crowning my entrance .
He pauses. “Are you on birth control?”
My eyes go wide. “Now you’re asking? You’ve cum in me like five times in the past ten days.”
“Are you though?”
I nod, shivering as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy. “I’m on the pill.”
“You got pregnant last time on the pill,” he says, pulling me down and sinking deep, making me bite my lip to stop from moaning out in the open. We might not be able to be seen, but someone might hear us. “Who’s to say it won’t happen again?”
“It won’t.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as I slowly roll into him, taking control while he keeps us upright on the motorbike. “I love how responsive you are to me.”
Whimpering, I take more of his length. “It’s a hot setting – don’t let it get to your head.”
He releases a breathy laugh. “Sure, Freckles.”
I gasp as he thrusts upwards to meet my movements.
“Fuck me faster,” he demands.
I lean forward, my spine tingling, toes curling as I ride him, hitting that sensitive spot that has me seeing stars already. “Kade,” I breathe. His mouth bumps against mine, and I pull back a touch.
Our lips are so close, we’re breathing the same air. His gaze drops to my mouth, and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
“Kiss me,” he says. “If you want me to beg, then I’ll fucking beg you to kiss me, Stacey. Please.” The last word is a whisper.
My fingers brush through his hair as I contemplate pressing my lips to his. Just once. I can kiss him once .
“Am I interrupting?”
We flinch and abruptly pull away from each other, Kade’s cock slipping free, and he yanks up my dress to conceal my breasts. He shoves his erection away and stands, but he freezes when he turns around.
“You’re a hard man to find, Kade Mitchell. I thought you were smart though. You’re supposed to use your untraceable bank account when you don’t want to be found, remember?” the man says.
He’s Scottish, and I know his face from somewhere.
“Do you want to introduce me to your lady friend?”
I clamber off the bike and grab Kade’s hoodie, holding it to my body. My heart hammers in my chest, my building high completely gone.
The tall, older man reaches his hand out. “Archie Sawyer. I’m pleased to meet you. What’s your name?”
“Don’t speak to her,” Kade snaps, pulling me behind him. “What the fuck do you want?”
Archie hums. “Right now, I want to know who has your attention more than your work. Who is she?”
Kade is silent.
“She’s a beautiful little thing,” he says. “Is she a client?”
When he tries to move around Kade, Kade stops him with a hand to his chest – walks him back a few steps then shoves him. “Stay the fuck away from her.”
“Interesting.”
My body trembles as he looks intently at me then glances at Kade.
“I’ll leave you two to it. I highly suggest you turn on your phone, so I don’t need to have my men track you down again. ”
He turns away from us, takes a few steps and stops. But then he lifts his phone. Kade isn’t fast enough to stand in the way when he takes a picture of me.
The man stares at his screen then peers up at me and winks, before slowly making his way back to a black SUV parked near the pier.
“We need to go,” Kade bursts out as the car drives off. He’s panicking as he lifts me onto the bike and straps my helmet into place. “I’ve put you in so much danger. I’m sorry.”
37
KADE
Why the fuck won’t this stupid bike go faster?