“Kadence, what’s going on in your head? You’re thinking something bad. Tell me.”
“Do you have to know everything?”
“When it comes to you, yes. You’re my woman and that’s how it is.”
The calm, entitled way he announces our relationship confuses me. It’s hot. It turns me on. It also pisses me the hell off. I push away from him and sit up, ignoring the heavy sigh behind me.
“So you think you’re just going to help yourself to my pussy whenever you feel like your dick needs a hug?”
He lets out a dark chuckle. “Yeah. I love fucking you and you love being fucked by me, so what’s the problem?”
Whatismy problem? “This. You. Why do you have to be so disgusting?”
He grabs my arm, yanking me back down beside him. “It’s who I am. You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.”
The fierceness in his expression turns me into a pile of mush in his arms. I’m ridiculously weak when it comes to Blaise. Why do I get so hung up on stupid things? I love his overly-confident, cocky words. Why am I always trying to convince myself it’s wrong? That it’s bad to like the things I like?
“Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy my tongue flicking over your clit,” he whispers against my ear. Shivers race down my spine, and my thighs part as if begging him to do it again. Right now.
“Thought so,” he says in the smug way that pisses me off.
Except, all the fire’s been fucked right out of me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Before Kadence and I became a serious thing, I fucked around with a couple other girls. Each time, I hated the aftermath. The awkward part where I rolled over and wanted them out of my bed. All my club brothers lived to fuck as many women as possible. I seemed to be the only one who felt hollow after each empty fuck. Being completely naked, open, and vulnerable with someone I didn’t give a shit about felt wrong.
None of those feelings existed when Kadence and I were together. I never wanted to roll over. I’d stay buried in her as long as possible. We’d kiss and explore each other until we were ready to go again.
It’s no different now.
Being with Kadence feels right. Always has.
I’m not so stupid that I don’t know she’s planning to run again. As much as I’d like to think I’m capable of fucking her into submission—fucking the stubbornness right out of her—it won’t be enough.
No, this time I need to make it clear to everyone, Kadence is mine. Fuck what anyone thinks, including my father.
I give my girl a few more hours to sleep. Truth is, she looks like she needs it.
Not that she isn’t gorgeous. I just want to take good care of her.
Plus, I really like having her naked body curled up next to mine.
The next time she wakes, a soft smile curves her lips before she kisses my cheek.
She slips out of bed and runs to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later wearing one of my shirts.
“Who said you could put clothes on?” I reach out for her and she laughs, pulling away at first, then diving for the bed and landing on top of me. I roll us, kissing the hell out of her before sitting up. “We need to talk.”
Sensing my serious tone, she sits up and places her hand on my arm. “About what?”
“I need you to lay low for a few days.”
“It’s not like I have a job or anything to go to. God, Blaise, why would you even want me for an ol’ lady? I’m completely useless.”
“Hey.” I take her hands in mine. “You’re not useless.” She opens her mouth to question me, but I cut her off. “This isn’t about me being a possessive caveman. Red Storm are sayin’ you stole some shit from them. And until I get it sorted out, you need to stay put.”
“What?” She jumps off the bed, pacing back and forth. “Those assholes! I didn’t steal anything from them. How could I? They tied me to a damn chair. You saw me—”
