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“On my face, Drena. Now.” Kade brought me back to his place after work. He cooked us dinner, only allowing me to do the bare minimum. I made the salad while he grilled steak and potatoes to utter freaking perfection. When it came to cleaning up, Kade was back to being bossy, not letting me so much as put the dishes in the dishwasher, wipe down the counters, or put away the leftovers. He did every single thing, though he did let me know that if I wanted to return the favor, there was always breakfast tomorrow.
“Hold on. You want me to sit?” I take what seems like a gulp of air. “On your face?” Surely, I’m not hearing him right. Never in my life have I been told to sit on a man’s face. Aren’t men worried about being suffocated? Or am I overthinking the whole process? I mean, what woman wouldn’t be thinking all the things? Am I too heavy, will I suffocate him with my thighs, am I too wet?
“Yeah, Drena, climb your sexy-as-fuck self up here and sit on my face.” He’s serious, dead serious. Kade is flat on his back, head on the pillow, as naked as I am, and he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m wondering if I should really do as he says or if maybe this time around, I can take his cock in my mouth.
“Kade.” My eyes move from his to the hand he has wrapped around his hard dick, slow and steady as he jacks his cock, a slight flick of his wrist with every downward stroke.
“Want my girl up here. Want you to flood my mouth with your juices. Want to fuck you with my tongue until you can’t take it anymore.” The proof of his desire is glistening on the tip of his cock. My thighs clench, my core aches, the feeling of emptiness takes hold, and I let go of every worry. Here this man lies, wanting every single part of me, and I’m the one holding up the process. “Take my hand, babe.” Kade reaches out toward me, and my hand grabs his, then I walk up the mattress on my knees.
“I want a taste first.” My voice is full of need, desire slick and painting the insides of my thighs. My nipples are tight, wanting to feel Kade’s mouth wrapped around them, and I know when I’m riding his face, I’ll be the one pinching and pulling on my peach-colored tips.
“Make it fast. Been wanting to watch you like this all damn day,” Kade groans. I plant my hands on either side of his hips, my breasts hanging heavy, and I feel one of his hands cup them as I lower my head. My tongue swirls around his tip, licking his precum until there’s no more. His hand moves away from his dick, going to the bun on top of my head and holding me in place. Kade may think he’s in control, but I can see he’s close to losing the upper hand. I sweep my tongue until it’s at the underside of his length, licking his piercing, testing to see what the man beneath me enjoys the most. He tightens his hold in my hair, and I push my limit, opening my mouth and sucking him as deeply as I can while Kade continues holding me where he wants me. “Fuck, no more. I’m not coming until you do.”
I make a popping noise when my mouth loses the suction around his head. “One day, I’m going to make you come before I do.”
“Not happening. Move your ass, Drena.” I move my knees until they’re on either side of his hips, spreading myself up, completely bare and vulnerable to him.
“Oh god.” The palms of his hands slide to the inside of my thighs. Kade’s fingers grasp me tighter, pulling me up as I leave a trail of wetness along his chiseled body.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty it hurts,” he groans, then he lifts his head and drags his tongue along his lips. I swear my pussy feels empty without him. It doesn’t matter if we just had sex or we’re walking through the door. One look from Kade, and I’m ready to rip my clothes off and beg for more.
“Kade.” My hands grip the headboard's wood frame as his hands cup the cheeks of my ass, and he pulls me on top of his face.
“Ride me, Drena, just like you’d ride my cock.” We’re really doing this. I’m really doing this. My thighs are on either side of his head, my pussy hovering over his mouth. “Now.” Kade pushes my hips down, and there’s no more trying to hold back. Either I do what he says, or he’s going to take matters into his own hands, and as much as I’d like that, I also want to show him I’m capable of dropping my inhibitions in this moment.
“Yes,” I moan, feeling his tongue drag along my slit, spurring me on to actually do what I’m meant to. My hips rock back and forth, head tipping backwards so far the ends of my hair meet my lower back, adding another sensation. This one causing goose bumps to appear on my fevered skin. I close my eyes, allowing my body to take over. Letting go and riding Kade’s face while his hands on the cheeks of my ass grip me harder, pulling them apart, and the dexterous tips of his fingers tease me in a different way.
Kade’s breathing and my own are coming in rapid succession, and when I feel the tip of his finger at my ass slowly pressing in, I’m right at the edge.
“Kade,” my voice echoes. A scream at the back of my throat is dying to come out of me, and it probably would if I weren't seeing stars. My muscles tense, every inch of my body is reeling, spiraling, hovering right above a dark hole. I grind down while he fucks my ass with his finger, my pussy with his mouth, and fall over the edge. My orgasm goes on and on. I’m not sure where I end and Kade begins. All I know is I’m never going to let this man slip through my fingers. I’m never going to let him go. And I’m going to hold on with both hands, enjoying the ride while hoping to every god and goddess in the universe that this won’t ever end.
7 Kade
“Hello,” I answer the phone, trying to keep the fucking annoyance out of my tone. The name on the screen is all I need to know that my night and morning are about to turn to shit. Maybe I should consider myself lucky that he gave me a few days before he made the call or appearance.
“Were you going to let me know you were stateside?” is the response I’m greeted with. Yeah, I should have put his name on do not disturb. After I ate Drena until she came last night, she twisted around and proceeded to return the favor. We were both exhausted, yet I managed to pick her up out of the bed, her legs hooked around my waist, and carry her to the shower. A quick wash and rinse, and I was repeating the process until we were back in bed. Apparently, Drena was worn out from the night before and work. Add in a good meal, a couple of orgasms, and the only thing she wanted afterwards was sleep. Another reward I reaped, her naked body pressed into mine, her leg hitched over my hip, and my hand curled around her.
“I think we’ve said all we need to say to one another after the last ordeal you created.” My father is trying to ruin my buzz from this morning. There was no sleeping in either, not with the surf report. I peeled myself away, made some coffee, counted the sets, and then I woke Drena up with a slap to her bare ass. She didn’t protest, grumble, or groan. Instead, I was shocked to shit when she rolled over, and sat up, stretching her arms and giving me one hell of a view of her naked body. From there, I told her to grab her bathing suit and meet me out back. We were going surfing. We did our thing, ate breakfast, surfed, came inside to clean up, and then I was dropping her off at her place before hitting Whitecaps.
“It would have been helpful if you’d given me a heads-up, Kade.” Dad tries to use the parental tone. Too bad for him it doesn’t fucking work, and he’s over twenty years too goddamn late.
“I quit checking in with you a long-ass time ago. The only reason I’m being cordial to you now and not hanging up is because of Mom.” Jasper Callahan sucks an audible breath back. Yeah, I’m hitting him below the belt. He deserves it. Rhodes looks at me out of the corner of his eye. I made a quick call earlier today while watching the waves, asking how things went and how he wanted to handle the shop. He was good with opening the store, and I’ll do the closing. When summer rolls around, we’ll look at hiring an extra hand or two, but right now, things are fine with it being just us.
“Don’t bring your mother up.” This guy is fucking unbelievable. Years later, and he still can’t so much as stomach the thought of my mother. He tried his hardest to pretend like she never existed after her death. Jasper Callahan couldn’t handle looking at me and seeing his wife. I’m the spitting image of her and her side of the family. The only thing I got from my dad are his eyes. Where my mom had hazel eyes, I inherited his. Mom always told me she’d prayed for her dark hair and Dad’s cerulean-colored eyes. Her prayers were answered. Mom’s gene pool pulled strong her way, and after she passed away, it made it nearly impossible for my father to look at me, let alone be around me. The man is a fucking anomaly. Now that I’ve met a woman I can see having a future with, I can one thousand percent say if roles were reversed, I’d never be like Jasper. I’d cherish every fucking moment of my child, not hold a grudge against an innocent party.
“Say what you need to say already.” I’m over this conversation, and it barely started. Leave it to Jasper to try and ruin a damn good morning, and believe me, he could do it very easily.
“I need you to come to dinner.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “At The Wharf.” My ears have got to be deceiving me. This fucking guy. He wants me to have dinner with him at a restaurant that was a place we ate at for big occasions, like Mom’s birthday, Easter, and Mother’s Day. I swear he never ceases to amaze me with the level of low he’ll hit.
“No, not happening.” The last time he asked me to meet with him at a restaurant, dear old dad wanted me to sign papers. I didn’t even look at them, just pushed them away and walked out. I’m not an idiot. He’s got no one in his corner, and he knows it. When he leaves this world, Callahan Banking will be distributed through its shareholders. I’ll be bought out and donate every damn penny to a cause that could help someone out.
“Kade, I’d really appreciate it if you could make a short appearance. Give me twenty minutes.” Hell must have frozen over. Him begging me to meet with him must mean something big is happening.
“I’m not making any promises. Some of us have lives to live.” I don’t bother waiting to hear what else he has to say. Instead, I hang up on him, done with whatever he’s trying to sell or who is the next love of his life. My father can’t get his head out of his ass. He’s surrounded by shit, his own. I pocket my phone and turn to look at Rhodes, who is silently asking me how I’m doing.
“You mind if I work on a board for the next bit? Drena had a hard time finding her balance on my short boards. Thinking she may need a longboard for a little while.” I got to the store early after dropping her off at her place. We’re already creating a routine, and neither of us questions it. We go with the flow. Rhodes was surprised to see me this early, but there was nothing that needed my attention at home. Sitting still isn’t my strong suite, and staying busy keeps me from wanting to plant my fist in my father’s face.
“Have at it,” Rhodes says as the chime on the door goes off. He’s sitting at the register drinking a cup of coffee. So, I leave him to it. The faster the days goes by, the sooner I’ll be leaving here and head straight to Drena's.
