I see Ryder stride over looking like sex on a stick.
“Nicole, long time no see,” he says with a cheeky grin.
I can feel Kade hovering around, but ignore it, I grin back at Ryder. “Apparently not long enough, Ryder.”
Ryder’s grin turns into a killer smile. Kade tries to grab my hand, but I pull it away. Even though deep down I want Kade, he’s lost his chance.
I spend most of the time talking to Ryder, and glaring at Layla’s cousins who are flirting with Kade. Why does Layla have so many attractive people in her family? Every so often I notice Kade staring at me.
On the way home Kade and I are forced to sit in the back together. Great. Just what I need.
Not wanting to give him any of my attention, I manage to get Layla to talk to me the whole way home. I had hoped that Kade would take the hint, but apparently he didn’t because every once in a while his hand creeps onto my leg, and I have to quickly brush it off. After the fourth try, I swear he growls and looks like he's going to punch something. For the rest of the trip he just stares out of the window. Chase drops me off at home, and I jump out before Kade can say anything else.
******
The next weekend, Simone, a co-worker of mine, invites me out for drinks and dancing. With Layla spending all her time with Chase, I need a new partner in crime and Simone fits the bill. Blonde, blue eyed with a model's slim figure, Simone is a lot of fun, and almost as wild as me.
“Want another drink, Nikki?” she yells over the music, motioning to the bar. I nod.
An hour or so later I’m dancing with some random guy, having a good time. “Whistle” by Flo Rida is playing, and I’m grinding against my dance partner when all of a sudden I feel two large hands grip my hips and pull me backwards, slamming me into a hard chest. I tilt my head and stare into the familiar baby blue eyes of a very pissed off Kade. I gulp. In an instant he spins me around so I’m facing him, and suddenly his lips are on mine. Urgent, yet gentle at the same time, his firm lips devour mine. And f**k me if I can’t get enough. He moans low in his throat before pulling away.
“Fuck, Nikki. Let’s go,” he says gruffly.
Not even thinking twice, I nod in agreement. I need this, I need him.
I quickly shout to Simone that I’m leaving. She notices who I’m leaving with and winks. I told her all about Kade, and she keeps giving me this lecture about how I need to get over my issues and just go for it.
“Call me tomorrow,” she mouths. I nod.
Kade chuckles, and then leads me out the door. “Now, Nikki, I’m going to open the door for you, no lip.” And he does just that. We’re quiet on the ride to his place, but he doesn’t move his hand from my leg. Every time I shift, he tenses, probably thinking I’m going to change my mind. We pull into the driveway, but before we get out he looks at me.
“Is this ok?”
I hesitate, and then nod. He hops out and comes to my door, running around the car, so he can get to it before I do.
We walk into his house and head straight for his room. Layla isn’t here because she's been staying with Chase at his place lately, which means we can be as loud as we want. As soon as we stumble into his room, Kade pushes me against the wall, while our tongues continue to dance with one another in a passionate embrace. I moan loudly as he pulls back to rip open my shirt. With hooded eyes, I watch him as he begins to slowly kiss his way down to the swells of my breast.
“Fuck, Nikki,” Kade growls out, coming back to pay attention to my mouth. He lifts me up and my legs automatically wrap around him. He undoes my bra then flings it across the room as he moves me to the bed. Roughly throwing me down on to it, Kade immediately begins to kiss a wet trail down between my br**sts towards my stomach, finally stopping at the top of my skirt. He darts his tongue out to trace slow circles on the sensitive flesh of my lower stomach, while he tucks his fingers into the waist band of my skirt and yanks it down roughly. I hear him suck in a breath. “Why the f**k are you not wearing any underwear?” he hisses in question. Before I can answer him, his mouth is on me. Oh god, that feels good. He takes my swollen clit into his mouth and sucks, and I shatter seconds later. Without warning he’s inside me, thrusting hard and fast. After he quickly works my body into a frenzy, he starts to slow down, alternating between kissing my bruised lips and planting sloppy kisses on my neck. It's torturously slow and sweet, but I want it rough, so I dig my nails into his back, and he grunts his approval as he bites down on my shoulder and picks up the pace once more. I can feel it coming again.
“Kade,” I whisper huskily. Then it hits me, the biggest orgasm I have ever had. He pulls out of me, obviously not finished yet, and flips me around so I’m on all fours. Again he’s back inside me, hard and fast. It’s not long before I have another orgasm, this one coming out of nowhere. We come together this time, and he groans out my name as he shudders his release. He rolls me over onto my back, and comes over on top of me, kissing me softly.
“Nikki, stay this time. Don’t run off.” As soon as he says that, I snap back into reality.
“Kade, please, let me go,” I tell him.
“No, Nikki, I want you to stay. What’s the big deal?” Kade questions.
“Please, Kade, just please,” I’m begging now. Pathetic.
Emotions cross over his face. “You can trust me, Nikki, whatever it is.” Fuck, is it that obvious there is something wrong with me? I quickly call a cab, and am immensely relieved when they say they will be here in five minutes. Kade reluctantly walks me to the door after I’m dressed and waiting. “Nikki, you don’t have to go,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms.