“Roll over, beautiful.”
I roll over and he starts lathering the lotion on my back. It feels so good that I can’t help the small throaty moan that escapes me. Kade slaps my ass. “Behave,” he says with a chuckle.
“Okay, done,” he says, so I roll to my front and he puts the lotion on my arms legs and stomach. I’m wearing my new royal blue bikini, my red thongs, and my favorite oversized sunglasses. Kade is wearing a pair of board shorts, his toned chest bare for all to see. I find myself sighing in appreciation. I don’t think I'll ever get sick of the view.
“Like what you see?” comes an amused rumble.
“You know I do,” I say frankly.
“Get up, Nikki. Now,” he demands, and I know he wants me again. We have done nothing but make love, eat, and lounge on the beach since we got here. I really don’t want to leave tomorrow.
When I apparently take too long, Kade scoops up all my stuff, downs my drink, and takes my hand pulling me up. We rush hand in hand into our hotel, and up to our room. As soon as the door is closed, Kade is on me. He roughly pushes me against the door, and pulls my bikini top off, staring at my br**sts. Instead of kissing me on my mouth, he goes straight for my br**sts, sucking on each nipple in turn. I moan, wanting him inside me so bad I can hardly wait. Kade undoes the tie on the bottom of my bikini, rubbing the top of my clit. I’m so wet. He lifts me up, and slides into me in one hard motion. My back bangs up against the door with the force of his thrust. Kade slides in and out of me, gripping my hips with his fingers. When he bites down on my shoulder I erupt, my thighs shaking, my head lifting back against the door. When I come down from my release, Kade carries me to the bed, still inside me, and makes love to me there. Afterwards we move to the shower. The steam feels so good, it seems to revive my want for more.
After the shower, Kade drags me to the couch, and we fall down together, still wet. He looks at me with heat in his eyes. He wants more, and so do I. I give him a sly cheeky grin, and with that, he takes my hand, and places it on his hard cock. I wrap my fingers around him, whilst he pushes two fingers inside of me, moving them in and out. He moans loudly after only a few strokes. Pushing him so he's laying flat on his back, I straddle him, putting on a condom before I take him inside of me again. I love how deep he feels as he tilts his hips up, and I come down hard on him, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of me as I ride him to ecstasy. He screams with pleasure, and then we collapse in a moment of bliss.
After the couch we head to the balcony.
Then to the bed for the rest of the night.
The next morning I'm deliciously sore. Kade and I do a little shopping, have lunch, and then head to the airport. I feel so relaxed. I sigh in contentment leaning on Kade’s shoulder on the flight. When we land in Perth; I groan.
Back to reality.
Chapter Twenty
I’ve been hearing around the grapevine about this bar that is supposed to be amazing. Apparently the bar doesn’t even have board with a name or anything. When I describe the place to Kade, and tell him the street it’s on, he tenses instantly.
“How about we go check out that new bar in the city instead?” he asks nonchalantly. A little too nonchalantly.
“What’s wrong with Rave?” I ask curiously. Apparently that’s what the bar is unofficially called. He ignores me, and rattles on, naming other bars we could check out.
“No, Kade, I haven’t been to this one, I want to go!” I say stubbornly. Him not wanting me to go there is making me want to go even more.
Kade groans, but reluctantly relents. I dress in a red bustier top, a pair of black jeans, and my favorite black boots. I skip my usual make up regime, and just apply some wispy false lashes, a dash of eyeliner, and some gloss. I don’t even bother to do anything with my hair; just leave it wild and loose.
“You ready?” I ask as I walk out of the bathroom. Kade whistles and compliments me, but to tell you the truth I’m not really paying attention to what he’s saying because I’m too busy checking him out. White t-shirt, snug jeans, and black boots. Yum.
On the drive over there, Kade is restless. He keeps drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, and sighing dramatically.
“What’s going on, Kade?” I ask bluntly.
“Nothing,” he grumbles miserably. I’m about to lecture him about communication when we pull into the bar. To tell you the truth, it looks a little shabby. And it’s definitely a biker bar. Lots of sexy motorcycles are parked at the entrance. Kade sits in the Hummer, and doesn’t seem in a rush to get out.
“Kade!” I huff, jumping out. Kade reluctantly gets out and walks slowly to the bar entrance. We step inside, and I glance around. Old pool tables and worn leather stools greet us as we walk into the shabby bar, but to my surprise there are hot guys everywhere. I grin. I glance over at Kade who is not grinning. In fact, his frown couldn’t get deeper.
“Hey, Kade,” the bartender calls out. Okay, it’s my turn to frown. My eyes narrow on Kade, who avoids eye contact. We sit down and order two beers. It’s not long before I realize why Kade didn’t want to come here. This bar is his hunting grounds.
“Kade, it’s about time you came back,” purrs a woman’s voice behind us.
Kade freezes, looks at me apologetically before turning to face the unwelcome guest. I look over too, to see a skanky looking woman eyeing my man. Kade immediately pulls me close to him. “Kate,” he mutters, nodding his head in greeting.