Red, White and Sensual (20 page)

“I prefer to just call you handsome. We don’t need names tonight,” I answer him honestly.

“You’re not gonna tell me your name?” He asks disbelievingly.

“Nope, now are you
gonna take me in there and fuck me or are we gonna stand here all night making small talk?”

He hesitates for a moment before pulling me towards him and crashing our mouths together. We fumble to the front door and he unlocks it in between kisses. I’m herded down a hall and into his bedroom.  I take a quick glance around, and see a massive bed four poster bed, a chest of drawers
,
and four huge mirrored sliding doors. Well, that makes things a little more interesting.

We quickly undress ourselves, frantic to get into bed.  I take in his body, which is amazing. In fact I don’t think I’ve seen one like this outside of movies.
He practically throws me on the bed, and leans over me, pinning me down.  “You are so fucking hot,” he mumbles for kissing me hungrily.

We fall asleep afterwards. Well, he does. I’m not staying the night, even though he asked me to. Staying the night involves a certain amount of intimacy.  When I hear him snore, that’s my cue to leave. I sneak out of the bed, the room, and then the house. Calling a cab, I wait outside for a few minutes before they show. I glance at the house once more as the cab reverses, and I can’t help but feel a pang of regret.

Pushing the feeling away, I look forward.

Chapter One

              I’m still living at home, not ideal, but it’s close to my school and very convenient for me. My parents are pretty cool. They are older than most parents; they had me in their late thirties. They were both married to different people before,  I don’t really know all the details about what happened to their first marriages, but I have a feeling they were together before they were both divorced. It was a love at first sight thing, or so I’m told. I’m in my room trying to figure out what to wear tonight. It’s another Friday night, and I want to go out and party. I haven’t been with anyone since that guy Kade, and I don’t understand why I can’t get him off my mind. There was just something about the way he looked at me, touched me, and kissed me. It was like we didn’t just fuck.. It was something
more
. I’m having a flashback of that night when my mom walks into the room.

             
“Hey sweetie.” I hate that she still calls me that.

             
“Hey mom. What’s up?”

             
“I just wanted to ask you if you’re being safe. Should I buy you more condoms?”  Yup, that’s my mother, open and realistic. 

             
“No mom, I’m still good.” I laugh.

             
“Okay, just want to make sure you are protected.” She says smiling at me. Why her and dad got together, I’ll never know. He is strict, and mom is easygoing. I guess opposites do attract. Dad still thinks I’m a virgin. I don’t know why, he knows I have fun, but he chooses to pretend otherwise, ignorance is bliss and whatnot. 

“
You going out with Layla tonight?” My mom asks.

“Yeah, I was just about to text her now.” Mom loves Layla. Always has. Layla is the calm to my storm. I can get riled up easily, but not Layla. It takes a lot to get her going, and even then she doesn’t pull out punches; unlike me, Layla is the epitome of a lady. I have the temper of the redhead I am and I’ve been in more fights than most guys I know; I’m not proud of it, but it is what it is.

              “Oh that’s good. You girls have fun. Dad and I are going to the office for a bit. Got some work that needs to get done.” She comes over and gives me a quick hug and a kiss on my cheek before leaving.

I take out my phone and text Layla.

N: Come to my place tonight! Let’s go clubbing. Get ready with me. XX

L: Okay I’ll be at yours in an hour

I love Layla, she’s like a sister to me
.
We met in the second grade when my family had just moved here from Canada. That’s right, I’m Canadian bitches! My dad is from Australia.  Dad met mom at some business event, and that was that. When they got married, they stayed in Canada for a few years, and after a while they wanted a change. Plus dad’s company offered him a raise and moving bonus if we went back to Aussie. So we all made the big move to Australia, and I started school and met Layla. That was that, the start of the Nikki and Layla era.

“Layla!!!”
I give her a huge hug. She smells like strawberries and coconut.

“Hey! Having trouble finding something to wear tonight?’ She says staring wide eyed at the massive pile of clothes on my bed.

I shrug, “I think I have it sorted. I need to get laid tonight. Need to look sexy!” And I do. I need to get Kade off my mind. You know what they say, to get over someone you gotta get under someone new.

We get ready, have a bite to eat, and then we head out in a cab. The men better watch out, because we are dressed to kill.

******

I haven’t heard from Layla, but I did hear from that
hottie who took her home. Eventually Layla messages me her address, telling me to head over.  When I see the address I do a double take, thinking I must be reading the message wrong. There is no way in hell. Well, fuck. Layla lives with Kade? This is not good. I think of making an excuse not to go over there but I already said I was on my way over. I need to handle this.  I pull into the driveway of the familiar house, and groan loudly. It’s such a small world. I cannot believe my bad luck. I make my way to the door, feeling nervous as hell. When Layla opens it,
with a huge smile on her face, I feel a bit better. We walk into the lounge area and I take a seat, hoping Kade isn’t home.

“Okay, spill.” I demand.

“We just made out. I stayed the night at his house.” I gasp. Wow. Chase seems like a good guy.        “Which also happens to be my house. THIS house.”

Holy shit.
I feel my eyes go huge. This really is fucking crazy. Come on, both of our coincidences are insane. I burst out laughing. Moments later Kade himself walks in. Oh no. I put a blank expression on my face and act like I have never met him before.

“Care to share what’s so funny?” he says in that sexy voice of his. He plops down on the couch next to us, and his eyes widen slightly when he notices me. I gulp.  I hate lying to Layla, but this is just too much crazy, even for me.

“Where the hell have you been hiding this one Layla?” I attempt to purr.

I see
Kade’s eyes narrow on me thoughtfully, then he smirks, understanding what game I’m playing, “I was about to ask Layla the same thing.”

“This is Nikki’s first time here!” she laughs, and I bristle at that because it’s not.
“But Kade, meet Nikki. Nikki, meet Kade. And feel free to continue to eye screw each other like I’m not even here.”

That got
Kade’s attention. “Eye screw?” He laughs. “You can’t even say eye fuck. You are adorable, Layla.”

I grin at Layla. She is so innocent.
“Isn’t she just! So where’s Chase?”

She pouts her beautiful lips. “At work,” I gesture towards
Kade, “that’s his baby bro.”

“No shit.” Holy shit, this just keeps going and going. The universe hates me. I know it. 
“Good genes much! So Kade, what do you do with yourself?”

We make small talk for a bit, and I see another guy come in, his name is James. He’s hot too, and I can’t help it when my eyes stray to his sexy lip ring. Damn this family. Layla and James start talking when
Kade comes close to me and whispers. “So, your name is Nikki? I’ve been dying to find out what it was
since that night.” He grins. “I like it, care to share your full name?”

I may as well tell him because I know that if I don’t Layla will.  “Nicole
Jaymes Heath. You?
”

“
Kade Alexander Steele.” He says without hesitation.

After a while,
Kade gets up, quickly grabs my hand, and begins to lead me to his room. The minute his door closes, his mouth is on mine. We kiss each other frantically, for a long while. His hands slowly twisted themselves into my hair, pulling me closer with each gentle tug.  When he moves his hands up my dress, that’s when I pull away.

“Stop
Kade,” I say softly.

“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve been trying to find you
?
I have our night burned into my head. I want you again Nikki.”

I can’t help the faint smile on my lips. “That night was good.”

“Good? More like fucking fantastic!” He growls.

I giggle in agreement. “How about no; we can’t do this because Layla lives here now! Just think about how awkward it would be for her!”

“Oh come on Nikki, we’ll be good together,” He encourages huskily.

“Again, no.
Now let me go,” he stares at me a while longer, contemplating.

After a few moments he says “I always get what I want Nikki, remember that.” He lets me out of his embrace and I quickly retreat. As I open his door he whispers “I can still remember your smell, your taste.”

I know exactly what taste he is talking about.

I walk out of the room, my face red. 
Kade follows behind me, and I am aware of him, of his every move.

Shit.