Kade: Santanas Cuervo MC (18 page)

He led her back to the table and their beers. His face glowed and his shirt was beginning to cling to him in a most appealing way.

“Okay. You’ve obviously had some training. Who really taught you to dance?”

“I told you: Brittney.”

“And what did Brittney do?”

He chuckled. “Taught in a dance school in Eagle Pass.”

She giggled. “Ah, so you told the truth, just not the whole truth,” she smiled as she took a swallow of beer. “Do you miss her?”

He shrugged. “I did at first, but not anymore. She was fun but I knew it wouldn’t work out.”

“Why’s that?”

“She couldn’t wait to get out of Rio Bonita and move to a big city somewhere. She wanted to get into theater, modeling, or the movies, and be part of the glamour scene.” He paused and took a sip of his beer. “I can’t express how little interest I have in that.”

“You said you’re not from Rio Bonita?”

“Laredo, remember? My folks still live there.”

She snapped her fingers. “That’s right, I remember now. I grew up in Houston. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to not have people on top of me all the time.” She grinned at him. “Present company excluded, of course.”

He chuckled and held up his beer in salute.

“Did Brittney teach you to cook, too?”

“No. My mom got me started and the rest I figured out on my own. Why all the questions?”

She grinned. “I’m trying to figure you out. I was going to take you out on the dance floor and teach you dance, but you’re a better dancer than I am. A better cook, too. You’re not an asshole but you don’t let people push you around. Just when I think I’m about to figure you out, you pull another rabbit out of the hat. I’m wondering what’s next.”

He chuckled. “Nothing special about me.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. Every woman in the place is checking you out, especially since we started dancing. You’re so damn good looking you could probably pull any woman you want, but you’re not full of yourself. You can obviously take care of yourself, but you don’t feel like you have to prove it all the time. You’re not like anyone else I’ve ever met.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Babe, that’s a
very
good thing.” She downed the last of her beer in a gulp. “Come on. Take me out there and show me what you can do,” she said as she rose and held her hand out.

He downed the rest of his beer, as well, then took her hand and led her to the floor. They danced slow and easy until the song finished. “You ready?” he asked as he jerked her in tight.

“Oh, God,” she giggled.

The moment the next song started, they were off. He led her strongly around the floor, his feet almost a blur as held her tight, their hips grinding together. She stepped on his feet several times, but he didn’t seem to notice, his skill making her look better than she was as they weaved around the floor. About halfway through the song the crowd began to open up to give them a little more room. He dipped and spun her, catching her before she could stumble as she tried to keep up, his smoothness and strength making their dance look effortless even though she was behind most of the time. When the song ended, he pulled her in tight, staring into her eyes a moment before he gave her a quick kiss then turned her loose.

She burst into breathy giggles. “Is that the best you can do?” she teased as he began to glide her around the floor again at a much slower pace. They danced slow and easy, Kade holding her close as they moved about the floor. As the song ended she looked up at him. “Take me home,” she whispered.

***

She began to strip the moment she stepped into their bedroom, smiling as she realized she thought of it as
their
bedroom, not
her
bedroom. She was so turned on by the motorcycle ride and their dancing she didn’t want to waste a moment before feeling his touch. He slipped his belt from his pants and folded it in half, giving it a jerk to make the leather pop.

He smiled as her eyes widened and she stared at the belt. He tossed it onto the bed as he continued to undress.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked as she stepped out of the last of her clothes.

“I’m pulling a rabbit out of the hat.” He picked her up and tossed her into the center of the bed, then followed, picking up the belt as he moved in on her.

Her heart was racing in excitement and fear as she straightened in the bed while he stared at her, the belt gripped tight in both hands. She wasn’t into pain or BDSM, but she was strangely turned on. She was confident she could warn him off easily if it started to get out of hand, so she waited to see what he was going to do with the strap of leather.

He folded the belt several times until it became a thick leather lump, then held it out to her. “Hold this. Both hands. Don’t turn it loose until I tell you.”

She took the belt in both hands and held it, her hands only inches apart, wondering what he was up to. He pushed her hands over her head then kissed her, slow and gentle. She wanted to hold him, but the belt occupied her hands, so she eased her arms over his head and pulled him into the kiss.

They kissed leisurely before he began to move down her body, sliding out from under her arms as he went. He paused at her breasts, teasing one nipple with his tongue as he slowly circled the other with a finger, the points becoming hard with his touch. She moaned, wanting to hold his head in place, but the damned belt was in her hands and she couldn’t. He kissed across the valley, exchanging his tongue for his fingers, and she squirmed, desperately wanting to touch him but unable. She couldn’t stand it and turned loose of the belt with one hand to press his mouth into her breast.

He smiled as her hand touched the back of his head. It was time to explain the game. He rose up and pulled her hand away roughly, forcing it back to the belt and wrapping her fingers around it. “Don’t you turn loose of that fucking belt again!” he snarled, staring at her until she nodded.

He kissed her with such ferocity she whimpered. She understood the game now. He was gently restraining her and binding her hands without actually tying her down. He was going to have his way with her and, with her hands occupied, there was no way to stop him. She’d never played this game before and her passions
soared.
He kissed down her body, pausing at her breasts again, licking and kissing until she was crackling with erotic energy.

As she began to squirm and twist, he moved on, kissing lower, pausing when he reached her belly button to gently roll her over.

Her hands stretched out in front of her, she could do nothing,
except endure it as he slowly caressed her ass with his lips and dragged his fingers lightly down her spine and along her thighs. She strained to draw her legs under her, to roll over or push her ass into the air, but he held down, tormenting her with pleasure, his fingers and lips making her ache for a touch between her legs.

“Please,” she begged softly, wanting him to touch her so badly.

“Please what?” he whispered

“Please, I want you to touch me.”

“Like this?” he whispered as he softly dragged a finger though her wetness.

She shuddered in pleasure. “Yes!” she gasped.

“Or like this?” he breathed as he slowly inserted two fingers into her.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Or maybe this,” he rumbled, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He smiled as she began to slowly hump the bed.

“Yes. Please,” she begged.

He smiled as he worked on her with fingers and tongue, winding her tighter and tighter, her soft gasps and moans telling of her need. As she began to peak, he began to drive his fingers into her furiously, watching her face as it twisted in beautiful anguish, her body becoming stiff as she fell silent and her breathing stopped, before her breath exploded from her.

“You hold that fucking belt!” he barked as she began to release the lump of leather, his fingers still driving into her hard and fast.

She gripped the belt again, another brain-twisting orgasm rising within her as he continued to pound his fingers into her. She squeezed her eyes tight as she glowed with orgasmic bliss, unable to move, unable to breathe, her will swept aside by rapture.

Again her breath exploded from her in a great, heaving gasp as she dropped the belt, her hands twisting up in the linens as her whole body shuddered. She threw herself against the pillows in a wad, her legs pulling up, her eyes clinched tightly closed as she gasped and panted.

His lips were waiting for hers as she opened her eyes, the searing pleasure of her orgasm finally releasing her from its grip. He kissed her softly as she reached out to him.

“You let go of the belt,” he said softly, his voice light and teasing.

“And you’re a fucking asshole,” she murmured, but then smiled. “Sweet Mary, mother of Jesus, that was good.”

He chuckled. “You made a mess.”

She glanced where he was looking and saw the large wet spot on the comforter, but she didn’t care. She pulled his lips to her, then forced him over to his back as she flopped on his chest and kissed him thoroughly.

He rolled her over, the destroyed linens tangling around them as they tumbled. He entered her slowly, a smile forming on his lips as her head tipped back and her mouth opened slightly as she gripped him.

She didn’t know how she could possibly come again after two such hard orgasms back to back, but the feel of him moving inside her, his soft pants and grunts, the sweat on his skin, the feel of his lips on her neck, were starting to wind her up again.

He continued to thrust into her, his orgasm trying to claim him again. He’d fought it off twice already, changing positions when he could feel himself slipping, the break giving him a moment to cool, but the intervals between breaks were getting shorter. He wanted to give her another orgasm before he succumbed to his own pleasure, but he wasn’t sure he could out last her.

“Ah, fuck,” he hissed as he pulled out again. He was about finished, and as he rolled her to her back again, he knew this was going to be his final sprint to finish her.

She breathed out slowly as he entered her again. “You’re going to make me come again,” she whispered, enjoying how his face twisted at her words. “I want you to make me come.”

He shuddered and groaned, her words going straight to his cock and making his orgasm leap closer. He lowered himself to her, wrapping her up, burying his face in her neck as he began to thrust harder and faster.

“Yes…” she sighed out, dragging her nails along his back, his pounding strokes becoming harder and faster still. “That’s it…just like that,” she encouraged, reaching for her orgasm.

“Did you hear that?” he asked, his hips freezing.

“Oh, God! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” she cried softly as she squirmed her hips.

He waited a moment but didn’t hear anything else. It was probably just Gabbro getting into something he wasn’t supposed to. He began to move again, the sudden noise cutting the legs from under his orgasm. He kissed her as he began to drive into her hard and fast, confident he could now last long enough to finish her.

She was almost there, her climax within reach, Kade’s pounding strokes as he kissed her deeply, dragging her to the peak of pleasure. Then he stopped again. “No!” she wailed softly, spurring him with her heels and thrusting against him as she desperately tried to finish.

He heard the stairs squeak as someone softly crept to the second floor. “Shhh!” he hissed, covering her mouth with his hand. “Into the bathroom! Quick!” he whispered.

Her approaching orgasm vanished in an instant as he rolled off her, grabbed his gun, and hurried her to the bath. He steered her into the tiny alcove that housed the toilet then stepped into the closet.