Kade (NSC Industries) (9 page)

“I so saw you peek.” I teased.

He didn’t look at me but a smile twisted his lips.
“Sweetheart, I’m a man. Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have worried about my
sexuality if I hadn’t looked.”

I snorted. “I don’t have a problem with you being gay.”

His eyes widened as he perched beside me on the bed and tilted
his head cockily. “Oh come on, Grace,” I smiled inwardly as he also called me
by my first name. “I think you know by now that it’s not just blokes that make
my dick hard.”

I swallowed noisily, giving him reason to wear that
bloody self-assured smirk again. The conversation was steering into forbidden
territory again and I slid a little across the bed as his masculine muskiness
started the persistent throb in my belly again.

I licked my dry lips and then his words actually clicked
and I stared wide eyed at him. “Oh god, are you bi-sexual?”

“Yes, you have a problem with that?” He seemed defensive
but my jaw dropped as things started to shift in my head and slot into place.

“Oh my god, you fucked Mason as well as Ava, didn’t you.”

His eyes narrowed and he shot off the bed.

Whoa! He was suddenly like a different person and if I
could have stuffed my last words back into my mouth, I would have eaten them
whole. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m open-minded.”

He clenched his jaw as his hands formed angry fists and
his eyes shot fire at me. “Keep out of things you don’t understand, Beaumont!”

Okay, we were now back to surnames and I sighed in
annoyance. “Why do you have to be so defensive? I am not bothered what your sex
life entails. What you do, or should I say
who
you do, is none of my
concern.”

He scoffed with an overwhelming smugness and I shook my
head in bewilderment at his hostility when he leant in towards me. “Are you
sure about that?”

“What the hell, Kade? What is your problem with me?”

He looked like a deer caught in the headlights with my
question but he shook his head rapidly and stormed from the room.

“I think you need to get laid!” I shouted after him but I
stared at the door with utter puzzlement at his complete attitude switch with
the mention of Mason. A thought occurred to me and I groaned as the truth of
his situation hit me like a wrecking ball. He was in love with Ava Fox.

“Holy shit, bad choice” I offered to the door, knowing he
wasn’t there or couldn’t hear me. Even I knew Ava would never leave Mason and I
shook my head at Kade’s poor choice of woman to fall in love with.

The tightness in my gut was nothing, it wasn’t jealousy.
It was just this damn bug and I knew it was the illness that was causing the
slight ache in my chest too.

I didn’t see much of Grace over the next couple of days.
She had recovered from her illness and I had thought it wise to stay out of her
way. She either wound me up with her feisty back chat or I just wanted to slam
her over the kitchen table, tilt her arse towards me and fuck the living
daylights out of her… hard!

And the last thing I needed was her questions about Mason
and Ava. Her eyes already saw so much and I didn’t want her probing
interrogations and glances.

But after two days, holed up in my room I was going
crazy. Fair enough it was a lovely room; in fact I would go as far as
describing it as an epic room. It had all the mod cons, including a huge walk
in shower in the en-suite and the bed, shit the bed was bigger than bloody
Canada but there was only so much conversation you could hold with yourself and
I wondered if Grace would be up for a trip out somewhere.

The house was quiet as I wandered slowly down the stairs.
It was early afternoon and I knew at least Grace would be about although I
wasn’t sure about Mona. There was an odd character. She really didn’t like me,
it was like she could read my thoughts and if I’m honest, the erotic visions of
Grace that were in my head, I wouldn’t like me either.

The walls of the two staircases that led to the entrance
hall were adorned with family photos, lots of them, mainly in chronological
order and of various sizes. I stopped dead as I passed one in particular; back
shuffling a little until I was in line with it. I studied it and tried to
figure out what it was that had caught my attention. A young Grace, I’d
estimate around four or five, was stood smiling happily as a couple I presumed
to be her parents were stood behind with their arms around them, but what
grabbed my attention was the other guy, I’d say roughly late teens or early
twenties. Grace was smiling up at him with eyes full of adoration as he smiled
lovingly back down at her, his almost silver eyes happy and bright.

She had mentioned her younger brother Marcus a couple of
times over the last few days, but not this guy and I made a mental note to
remember to ask her about him as I carried on making my way to the kitchen.

It was empty in here too and I sighed, getting almost
desperate for some adult conversation. I helped myself to an apple out of the
fruit bowl then my gaze landed on the door at the back of the kitchen where
Grace seemed to disappear through frequently. Maybe she was in there.

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed in but I didn’t give her the
chance to refuse me access by knocking so I just walked in.

Holy hell.

Grace was sat at a desk as a cluster of screens filled
one wall. Her fingers were rapidly tapping away at a keyboard and I frowned
when I realised she hadn’t heard me enter.

Each screen on the wall showed various rooms in the house
and what looked like the grounds from every angle possible, but what caught my
attention was the bank statement that popped up on the screen in front of her on
the desk, her complete concentration focused on the numbers reeling upwards as
she scanned it with narrow eyes. It was badly overdrawn by thousands and I
frowned at the thought that Grace was financially in trouble, until my eyes
rose and I caught the name, William Beaumont, on the statement.

“Is that your older brother?”

She squealed loudly as the wheels on her chair shot her
backwards and over my toes. “Bloody Hell, Beaumont.” I griped but she scowled
at me.

“It serves you right for creeping up on me” she scolded
as she continued to glare and reached out to quickly shut off the monitor.

“I wasn’t creeping up on you, you just didn’t hear me.”

She lifted her brows as though disagreeing but I shook my
head and ignored her. I tipped my chin back to the screen that had displayed
the information she had obviously illegally hacked into, “You didn’t answer my
question.”

“That’s because I don’t want to answer your question.
It’s my business.”

I smirked at her, “I’m pretty sure information relating
to someone else’s bank account isn’t actually your business, Beaumont.”

“Why won’t you call me Grace?” she grumbled as she hit a
couple of switches and the images on the mounted screens changed to different
zones.

“Why don’t you call me Kade?”

“Why are you always argumentative?”

“Why do you always answer a question with a question?” I shot
back, thoroughly enjoying the annoyance that started to appear in her eyes.

“Why do you always endeavour to infuriate me?”

My dick was getting pretty hard, pretty quickly. She was
fucking stunning when the fire of irritation blazed in her eyes and I was
tempted to continue winding her up just to see how far I could actually push
her. To watch her hit her limit and then start to bend and submit when she
realised just how commanding I could be would be a damn exceptional sight. It
was bating my boredom anyway.

“Because you continue to exasperate me.”

“What?” she asked with genuine confusion and I shook my
head in bewilderment at her ignorance with how infuriating she actually was.

“You,” I said as she stood and put her hands on her hips.

“Go on” she pressed with a stern look and I rolled my
tongue around my teeth as I tried to fight off my own irritation with her
defensive stance.

“Oh come on Beaumont, you know you’re the most hostile
and unwelcoming person on the planet.”

Her brows hit her hairline and she actually looked
stunned at my statement. “I’m hostile? Then what the hell does that make you,
antagonistic?”

I laughed and took a step closer to her, smiling when she
backed up a little, her arse hitting the desk with a harsh bump that caused her
eyes to blink with the slight pain. “Maybe, although I’m not too proud to admit
it. You though,” I reached her, trapping her body against the desk so she
couldn’t escape and defer the conversation again. “You think you are too special
for anyone.”

She stared at me with indignation and I noticed the rapid
rises of her chest with my entrapment. Was she as turned on by the situation
between us as I was?

“I don’t think I’m anything special, Kade. I never have,”
I watched as her teeth sank into her lower lip and she coughed slightly to
demand my eyes back on hers. “I know I’m nothing special. Why do you say that?”

She looked pretty angry with me and I smirked as I leant
forward, my ears catching the hitch in her breath as I brushed her breasts with
my shoulder when I bent into her. “But see, sweetheart,” I moaned slightly when
she shifted her leg and her thigh rubbed against my erection. “I happen to
think that you’ll be
very
special when I fuck you.”

She shoved me hard and I stumbled back slightly, but then
she pushed again, giving me no choice but to take a couple of steps backwards
as she stalked me. “But I think you’re very much mistaken, Mr Hamilton. There
is no way in this era or the next that you’ll ever get to fuck me.”

My dick was growing harder and harder as she continued to
pursue me but she didn’t realise how much of her arousal I could see. Her
nostrils were flaring, her pupils had widened and her nipples were straining
under the thin material of her shirt as her breasts heaved with her tight
pants.

My back hit the wall and a faint fury coursed through me
with her attempt at control and empowerment. Her stunning grey eyes widened
further when she suddenly found herself flipped around, her back now slamming
against the wall as I trapped her beneath my frame with a hand either side of
her head.

“Much better.” I taunted as she nibbled furiously on her
bottom lip. My eyes dropped to watch the action, my cock pulsing feverishly as
I strove to govern my own hankering.

“Let me go, Kade.”

I lifted my gaze to see her watching me with narrow eyes
but Jesus, the fire they displayed made my balls tighten with the hunger to
sink deep inside her. I couldn’t control myself and I slid my fingers into her
hair, noting that she didn’t move away. She needed this as much as I did and I
didn’t miss the spark that darkened her grey eyes, making them appear a deep
slate shade for a few seconds as I fisted my hand around her soft blond strands
and pulled her face closer to mine.

“You need this as much as I do, Beaumont. Don’t deny you
hunger for the fuck just as much as me. What’s the problem? Frightened you
might actually enjoy my cock deep inside you, sliding into your hot wet pussy
and driving you wild with ecstasy?”

A small soft whimper hummed from her and drove me to the
next level. She stared at me, both of us reading the other and trying to figure
out if we should both walk away or give into it and fuck hard as we attempted
to get this, whatever it was, out of our system.

Fuck this.

I didn’t give her the chance to walk away as I released
my hold on her hair and fisted her cotton shirt with both hands. She remained
still and quiet, her gaze locked on mine as she silently gave me permission to
do this.

The soft groan that she expressed when I ripped open her
shirt nearly matched my own groan as her beautiful breasts, hidden beneath a
white cotton bra, tormented my arousal. “Tell me, Beaumont.” My jaw was so
tightly clenched that the demand came out with a wheeze but she didn’t find any
humour in it, if anything the blaze that lit her eyes gave away her surge in
desire, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of my dominant order or the low
rasp in my voice.

She understood what I was asking, knew that I would only
do this with her consent but I knew before she answered that I was going to
fuck her, right here, right up against this wall and right the fuck now.

“Tell me!” I repeated sternly as I yanked down one cup of
her bra and fought to stop the flutter of my eyelids when her stunning pale
breast offered her pebbled dark nipple to me seductively. I sank down, wrapping
my lips around her hard flesh and I felt her head hit the wall as her hands
rose and she took a fistful of my hair in each hand when I flicked my tongue
over the tip, making a shiver run through her body.

She yanked hard on my hair, lifting my head upwards until
I was in line with her face, her heated expression giving me all the
confirmation I needed to know that she was as in as I was. “I said, tell me.”

Her tongue swept out to dampen her dry lips, her eyes
never leaving mine as her hands dropped and her fingers tugged on my belt,
releasing the pin swiftly so she could set to work on my zip, until she had my
jeans around my hips and my hard cock in her hand.

I tried to hold her gaze but her fingers felt so damn
good as they stroked and teased my length expertly and I inclined forward,
closing in on her face so she wouldn’t see what power she currently had over
me. Her heavy eyelids fluttered closed as I covered her mouth with my own and finally,
at long last tasted the sweetness of her lips. She released a little moan
before her tongue slipped between us and met mine, wrapping and flicking
against me as she continued to release frantic little whimpers.