Kade's Game (7 page)

"Now, let's dance.  For fun."

I pull her, and she comes willingly into the thick of the dancing partiers.  I struggle not to be a perv and grab her ass when my hands slide down her back, but I manage to stop before I get too far.

When her hands start running up my chest, the blood rushes through me, and I move in closer, wanting to feel as much of her body as I can.  She moves like a sex goddess against me, and I wish I was a man without control right now.  I'd love to throw her against the wall and have my way with her.

Christ.

She turns around and I pull her to me until her ass presses against me, making me almost explode in my pants.  Yeah, I'm fucking fourteen again.  Great.

Before the song even ends, I'm already in massive physical pain.  I stare at the sweet, perfectly curved ass that is grinding against my crotch, and I'm pretty sure I either growl or moan.  Maybe both.

She lifts her hair as she gets lost in the music, and I study the skin of her neck, licking my lips as I imagine devouring her.

"Kade!  We're doing shots!" Jacob calls, cutting through my wicked fantasies.

Thank God.  I was getting close to three options—die, get inside her, or go to jail.  She's driving me that crazy.

"Time to work.  I'll be back," I lie, having no intentions of drinking another shot.  I just need distance between my cock and her sweet ass.

I struggle to walk normally, cursing each time someone bumps into me.  When I finally make it over to the guys, Brock scowls at me.  Not sure why.

"Brock didn't know you were dating the hottie in white," Hank
—I think his name is—says.  "And I didn't believe it until that little show."

"Yeah," I say without hesitation, narrowing my eyes at Brock
, who has a challenging gleam in his eyes.  "She's mine.  So don't even think about it."

The smirk he gives me isn't exactly comforting.  That's fine.  Raya will come to me if he gets close.  She's starting to trust me, and I'll be damned if I let Brock get his hands on her.

I haven't heard a word Jacob
has said for the past... however long.  But I nod and pretend to care as my eyes stay fixated on the beauty on the dance floor.  She's laughing with her friend, whose name I've forgotten, as she throws her head back and moves to the music.

That has to be the un-sexiest dancing ever, but I could watch all day.  It's so nice to see her having a good time.

When her eyes lock with mine, I stare fearlessly, holding her gaze, while keeping a small smile.  I expect her to come to me at any second, or hell, I'll go to her.

Then a song starts playing that strikes a chord of dread in me.  My eyes widen when Raya is spun around by the hulk of a beast who
apparently didn’t take me seriously earlier.  I haul ass through the crowd, doing all I can to reach her.  I'll deal will Brock later.

When I reach her and see her body still untouched and poised for protest, my anger dissolves.  I do the only sensible thing, considering I can't let everyone see her in a wet white dress, and I pull her to me, spin her around, and crush my lips to her in a kiss I've been wanting since that day in the dressing room.

"Seriously, Kade?" Brock groans, but I can't even think to do anything else besides smile.

Christ, she tastes good, and those lips are just as perfect as they look.  But my smile fades quickly when she fists her hands in my hair and pulls me closer, making me ache again.

I don't hold back.  When her lips part, I push my tongue into her mouth, and she moans, making me forget anyone else is even in the room.  Her soft, delicious tongue plays with the metal in mine, and I half debate moving this to the bedroom.  I'm almost worried I'm holding her too tightly, but another tiny moan from her lips makes my grip tighten more.

Before I know it, I've shoved her against the wall to better devour her, and she lets me, never once breaking the kiss.  I was so happy about her drinking earlier; I wanted to see her drunk.  Now I wish she hadn't had a damn drop, because I would have her on my bed right now if she was sober.

When the song ends, I curse it silently.  Raya is still kissing me, so I don't stop.  I press against her, letting her feel what she's done to me, but when it starts to hurt, I have to pull back.  My balls are going to hate me tomorrow.

A kiss really shouldn't have that much power, but her sucking on my tongue had me thinking too much about what else her mouth could do.

"Sorry," I say, grinning and trying not to sound as out of breath as I feel. "It was going to be me, him, or the pool.  Mel would have flogged you if it had been him."

Her lips are swollen and a little red.  Why does that look so sexy right now?

"You.  Definitely you," she says quickly, and I laugh, loving the fact she's being honest.

I wish I was drunk enough to blurt out the truth.  Instead, I decide to lie.

"Conversation is getting pointless now.  The shots have ruined them all, so they won't remember much from here on out.  I'll hang out with you the rest of the night to keep that from happening again."

I want it to happen again, but I might not stop if it does.  I can only be a gentleman for so long.  People are still plenty sober, but I don't want to be around anyone but the girl who's holding my hand.

"Want to go chill by the pool?" I ask, needing out of this atmosphere so I can keep my hands off her.

She nods, so I don't dally.  We make it outside to see several girls hauling themselves out of the pool.

"Thanks," Raya snickers, making my grin grow while I shake my head.

"I never recommend wearing white to one of my parties again."

When she laughs, my chest tightens in a way that worries me.  I love her laugh.

"I agree," she says with a smile in her voice.

After we're comfortable, conversation between us takes off easily.  She listens to everything I say, and I'm completely enchanted by anything that comes out of her mouth.  It's the most relaxed and comfortable I've felt in so long.  We're two people getting to know each other.

Each time she gives me that sweet look, the tightness in my chest grows, but it feels good.  It's new.  Raya is a bit of an enigma still, but I love the fact that I can just be myself around her.  In fact, she prefers it.

When the night is close to being over, I pull her up from her seat, wishing we could stay up all night, but I have too much to do tomorrow.

"I'm spent.  I'll warn you, there will be people still passed out in the morning, so don't run around in your tank and panties."

When her cheeks turn pink, I can't help but chuckle softly. "You staying to party more?" I ask, knowing I'll stay up if she says yes.  No way in hell is she staying up without me.

"Um... no.  I think I lost Ember, though."

Who?  Oh.  Her
friend
who barely hung out with her.  Not that I'm complaining.  It left Raya free for me, and after tonight, I'm pretty sure this platonic thing between us isn't going to work.  That kiss... it changed a lot.  A hell of a lot.

"She'll turn up.  I'll walk you to your room."

Because I can't help but touch her right now, I keep my hand on her back to guide her up the stairs.  She doesn't seem to mind, which makes it harder not to do something stupid.

Opening her door is a big mistake.  Garbled moans strike my ears before the drunken sex catches my eyes.  Ember's face is barely visible against the moonlight, and I hold back a shot of laughter when Raya squeaks.

"Ohholyshit," she utters with sheer mortification, stumbling backwards while slamming the door.

She gets tripped up because of her sexy heels, and I catch her, enjoying yet another excuse to touch her.

"I guess Ember just showed up," I quip, reveling in her maroon face.

"I couldn't tell who it was," she breathlessly mutters, implying that she looked down at the connection instead of up at the visible face.  Interesting.

"I should have warned you to lock your door.  Looks like you'll need another mattress," I say through a small laugh, helping to steady her.  And then genius strikes.  Though I'm sure my cock will forever hate me after this.  "Come on.  You can sleep in my room. You'll find something a hell of a lot worse in all my other guest rooms.  Mel's
game
always gets people riled up."

"I can just crash on the couch."

Yeah... I didn't think it'd be that easy, but it was worth a shot.

I snort, trying to lay it on thick.  "With this many people still here?  Not happening.  These people are notorious for pranking the sleeper.  It's no big deal.  My bed is massive.  It'll be like you're all by yourself."

I don't want her sleeping anywhere but with me, because people will notice if she and I aren't in the same room.  I had a feeling something would be going on in her room, which is why I may have
accidentally
forgotten to mention something about locking her door.

Am I a bastard?  Probably.  Do I care?  Not in the least.  Raya is going to be in my bed.  My cheeky grin stays discreet.

She follows me without further argument, much to my relief.  This is actually a little easier than I thought it'd be.  Maybe tonight has warmed her up to me.

"I'll grab you a shirt and some shorts," I say after keying in the code to unlock my room and flicking on the light.  Just to tease her and lighten the air, I add, "Unless you want to run and grab something from your room."

"Hell no," she says promptly, shuddering a little in disgust, and I can't help but let a deep laugh loose.

She looks nervous and unsure, as though she's waiting on me to say something.  So, I do.  "Shut and lock the door."

It sounds a little bit like a gentle command, but it works.

I ruffle through my drawers, finding the newest pair of boxers I have.  I've never had a girl in my clothes before. After finding a suitable shirt, I pull out the combination and see her still staring at the door, tension gathering in her body.  Is she nervous or scared?

"Here," I say, prompting her to turn around.

When I hand her the clothes, I notice her eyes drop and study the boxers as a new shade of red darkens her cheeks.  I'd really love to know what she's thinking right now.

"You can change in the bathroom.  I'll change out here," I say while pulling my shirt over my head, probing for a reaction.

I don't fight fair.

Once my shirt is gone, I'm pleased to see it has the desired effect.  Her eyes are on me—glued to me, really.  Oh damn, she just pulled that sexy lip into her mouth and bit on it.  Yeah... my cock and I will be at war tonight because I'm not going to take advantage.  But at least I know she's definitely interested.

I'm not looking for a serious relationship at this point in my life, and with Raya, anything less would be unacceptable.  But then again, Raya is only eighteen.  She might want something casual, too, and it'd be stupid to allow her to do it with anyone but me.

Slow.  I'll go slow.  It'll happen naturally.

"What do the tattoos mean?" she asks, shamelessly still taking me in.

My grin is involuntary as I toss my shirt to the dresser, loving the way she can't stop looking.  Tag took me to get my first tattoo.  It was simply to piss off my father.  It worked.  From there, I just started getting them as I pleased—inking my memories.

"They're blended together, but they all mean different things.  There are different points in my life I wanted to remember, so I did what I wanted to in order to mark them.  I don't get one anywhere I can't cover it up easily.  You going to change?"

She's still staring.  I'm already hard as a rock.  I'd drop my pants just to really drive things home, but then she'd see the tent in my boxers.  I'm sure it's already visible through my jeans, but it'd be impossible to miss through my boxers.  One of two things would happen: she'd jump me and ravage my body, or she'd run out of here completely humiliated.

Considering I think it'd be the latter of the two, I decide to keep my pants on and have mercy on her.

"Raya?  You okay?" I ask through a teasing snicker.

She might as well be running right now.  I've never seen anyone dart into a bathroom so quickly.  It's a damn good thing I didn't drop my pants.

I change quickly, but to be cruel, I leave my shirt off.  I want her to look at me that way more.  My phone buzzes, and I grab it to see what's going on.  Tag.  I'm surprised he didn't come tonight.

Tag:
Who the hell are you dating?  Just saw Joseph Martin.  Says you beat the hell out of him.

If Joseph thought that was beating the hell out of him, then he'd really better steer clear of my gir—  I mean... Raya.

Me:
Long story.  Can't talk right now though.  I'll text later.

I start to put my phone down, but it buzzes immediately.

Tag:
You're getting fucked right now, aren't you?  Bastard.  All the women here are too drunk.  :(

I hold back a laugh, and then groan internally.  This is going to be a hard night.