The Billionaire's Game: The Billionaire's Obsession ~ Kade

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by J. S. Scott


  “Scared?” Kade asked as he slowed for a corner.

  “No. I trust you,” she admitted in a breathless voice.

  “Fuck! You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Kade answered in a graveled, serious voice.

  “Can we go faster?” Asha begged.

  “No. Neither one of us is dressed appropriately and this bike isn’t meant for racing, my fearless woman. I think you need a trip to Disneyworld. You’d love it,” Kade remarked as he slowed, bringing the bike to a stop on the side of the track.

  “I’ve never been to any amusement park,” Asha confirmed, trying to finger comb her hair below the helmet into some semblance of order.

  “Why am I not surprised,” Kade grumbled unhappily.

  Asha got off first, Kade steadying the bike as she dismounted. He removed his helmet and then removed hers, stowing all the gear, including his leather jacket, in the saddlebags. “We can grab something to drink. Travis keeps his fridge stocked here.”

  “Kade?”

  He took her hand and guided her toward what appeared to be garages. “Yeah?”

  “Thank you for this. That was wonderful,” she told him genuinely. “It was one of the best things I’ve ever done. One of the few things.”

  “Do I want to know about the others?” Kade asked, stopping at the door of the building.

  “I can only think of one thing that felt more incredible.” Asha grinned at him. “And I experienced that with you, too.”

  “That so?” he asked dangerously, pinning her against the door with his body.

  Asha wrapped her arms around his neck, desperately needing to feel Kade skin-to-skin with her. “Yes.” She looked up into his smoldering blue eyes and her heart skittered. He looked tense, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced, and she wanted to sooth him, comfort him, make him lose himself in something other than the negative emotions he’d been experiencing for the last few months. In that moment, she hated what she’d had to do to get herself together. It was obvious that Kade cared. He might not love her, but he definitely stressed over her, worried about her. And she’d caused him pain.

  “I’m so sorry I hurt you,” she told him gently, smoothing the circles under his eyes and the lines of tension on his face. “I didn’t mean to.” Her hand slid down his chest, over his ripped abs and finally stroked over his jeans, caressing the sizeable erection trying to burst through the seams of the denim. “You’re so hard.”

  “Fuck!” Kade captured her roaming hand in his own and went into the garage, tugging her behind him. “I need that drink to cool off. Don’t start something I can’t finish,” he rumbled in an ominous tone.

  They moved past several vehicles and ended up in an office that Asha assumed belonged to Travis. “I’ll finish it,” Asha told him quietly, feeling awkward to actually be sexually aggressive, but she wanted to be. She wanted to do things with Kade that she never wanted with any other man. Although she loved Kade’s passionate alpha male sexuality, she longed to please him.

  And she was beyond ready to spread her wings a little and try.

  Kade gulped hard, trying to swallow a lump in his throat that felt like it was the size of a small boulder. A look somewhere between desire and determination was radiating from her expression, and he knew she had something in mind, something that would probably turn him inside out and upside down…again.

  Glancing around the office, he noted that there wasn’t much here. There was a tattered couch, a desk and chair, and the fridge. The carpet looked anything but clean, smudges of grease from the garage dotting various areas of the floor. “I’m not taking you here,” Kade told Asha roughly. “It’s not clean.”

  Asha gave him a sultry smile and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. “No problem. I plan to get…dirty.”

  “Asha, I—”

  “Please let me,” Asha said in a vulnerable voice. “I’ve never tried seducing a man before, and I’ve never tasted you, but I want to. I was never brave enough before.”

  Holy fuck! Kade nearly spent himself in his jeans as Asha slowly lowered his zipper and traced her fingers over his cock through the silken material of his boxers. Everything inside him wanted to strip her and bury himself inside her, but he didn’t. This was a moment he wanted to savor, his little butterfly trusting him, trying to break away from her cocoon. Kade promised himself he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t spoil the moment. But Christ, it was going to be hard, and he wasn’t sure how much harder it could get before he lost it. “Take control, Asha,” he told her, nearly choking as her fingers inexpertly fumbled with the cock she’d just liberated from his jeans and boxers.

  “I want to please you,” she whispered, uncertainty making her voice tremble.

  She pleased him just by existing, so having her hands on him was ecstasy. He reached down and covered her hand with his, showing her how to stroke him. “Kiss me,” he demanded, unable to go another minute without somehow being inside her.

  Taking her eyes off his cock, she lifted her head and placed her mouth to his, her tongue pushing boldly past his lips, searching for his tongue.

  Don’t take control. This is Asha’s moment.

  Kade told himself that over and over as Asha’s tongue explored the recesses of his mouth, starting to enter and retreat, matching the pace with the pumps to his cock. Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, she held him tightly, her fingers threaded through the hair at his nape.

  When she finally pulled her mouth from his, she left him panting, his hand encouraging faster pumps to his cock. He couldn’t take this for very long, not without being inside her.

  Asha jerked her hand away suddenly, and he let her free with a superhuman effort. Really, he just wanted to jerk his cock until he came, release some of the tension that had built until he was nearing detonation.

  She was jerking up his t-shirt. “Off,” she ordered sternly, grasping and pulling the shirt upward.

  Kade pulled it up and off, dropping it to the floor, and then wondered if he had made the right move in disposing of it. Asha’s hands were everywhere, stroking over his tattoos and touching every inch of bare skin she could find. When her mouth started sucking on one of his nipples, he groaned, his entire body shuddering, needing her desperately. “Asha,” he growled in a low warning. “I’m trying. But if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to be inside you in about five seconds.” There was only so much a guy could take, and experienced in seduction or not, Asha was the hottest woman on the planet to him. That roaming mouth had to stop.

  “You’re so beautiful, Kade. So handsome and perfectly made.” Her voice was low and sensuous, but the awe in her tone was genuine. She stroked over his muscled biceps to his chest, her fingers touching every bulging, developed muscle until she finally reached his happy trail. As her finger descended down the hairline leading to his groin, Asha went to her knees, her mouth following her exploring finger.

  No one had ever called him beautiful, or even handsome. Yeah…he worked out, and his body was okay except for his mangled leg, but Asha’s words made him sweat bullets trying to control himself. His hands fisted to his side; he willed himself to let her explore, ignoring the bunched tendons in the back of his neck and the sensation of the blood pumping forcefully through his head—both of them!!

  His knees nearly gave way as her sweet mouth touched his cock, licking the drop of pre-cum from the tip. “Sensitive there,” he told her between clenched teeth. Holy hell, every area of his body felt hypersensitive at the moment.

  Kade looked down at her just as she sucked his dick into her mouth like a lollipop, nearly making him come just from the sensation and visual. Unable to stop himself, he speared his fingers through her hair and guided her head in a bobbing motion, groaning with pleasure as her tongue slid along the underside of his engorged cock. “Baby, I won’t last long.” His words came out between pants,
his breath sawing in and out of his lungs, his heart thundering so furiously that he felt like he was having a heart attack.

  When she moaned around his cock…he completely lost it.

  “I need to be inside you. Now.” He pulled her up and tore open her jeans, yanking them down until they were tangled around one of her legs.

  She looked at him, confused. “It wasn’t good?” she asked hesitantly as he pulled her toward the couch.

  “It was too good. But I’m not coming alone, sweetheart,” he told her adamantly, needing to make Asha come as desperately as he needed to get off himself. He craved her sweet moans of pleasure as she found her release, and he needed to give that to her. Gone were the thoughts that this place was too dirty and crude. Their passion wasn’t waiting for moonlight and silk sheets. The fiery storm of their desire was ready to break, and their surroundings no longer mattered. Kade just wanted her, any way he could get her. He was just that desperate.

  “You tasted as good as you smell,” she told him candidly, licking her lips as she looked up at him.

  “Woman, you’re dangerous.” Kade looked at Asha’s innocent expression and groaned. While her words weren’t exactly meant to seduce, they did, and he knew he had reached his limits on control.

  Placing her hands on the arm of the couch, he nudged a thigh between her legs, opening her to him. Her needy whimper was music to his ears as he slid his fingers between her thighs and circled her clit with his index finger. She was so hot, so wet and so ready for him. Mesmerized just from the feel of her velvety, moist heat, he slipped two fingers inside her, finding nothing but silken fire to greet him. “You feel so damn good, so tight and hot,” Kade grunted, slowly pulling out and then in again, but deeper.

  “Please,” Asha mewled, her head lowering and her hair falling over her face in a silken curtain.

  Kade’s gut clenched in primal satisfaction. She wanted him inside her. Nothing else would do. It was the same for her as it was for him. But he loved to hear the proof of her need. Never had he been so desperate to get inside a woman. Not even close. Yet he drew it out to savor her pleasure, running his thumb over her clit, sensitizing her body, making her ready to come for him.

  “Kade!” she screamed desperately. “Now.”

  Not.

  Quite.

  Yet.

  He relished her demands, heartened by her level of trust and ability to give herself to him without restraint. She asked for what she wanted now, and she wanted him. And, by God, she’d get every single thing he could give her.

  Moving his thumb harder, rougher over her clit made Asha push her hips back demandingly, seating her deeper onto his fingers buried inside her. She threw her head back, her hair still covering her face, and moaned, a long, strangled sound that signaled her impending orgasm.

  Kade jerked his hand from between her legs and impaled her with his cock, thrusting as hard and as deep as he could possibly get, the joining of their bodies hot and carnal. “Come for me, Asha.” He wouldn’t last long, and he wanted her shaking with the power of her climax when he did.

  “Then fuck me. Hard,” she begged, her voice raspy.

  Kade gave her what she wanted, thrusting in and out of her body, his groin slapping against her ass with every stroke, completely lost in her heat. The two of them came together like blue fire, the colorful flame threatening to incinerate them both.

  He found release the moment Asha imploded, her body trembling and her core clenching his cock, milking him with every contraction. Kade bent over and wrapped his arms around Asha, pressing himself against her back, holding her while her body quivered, savoring the intimacy of being this close to someone. In that moment, there was only him and Asha, the two of them experiencing the same emotions, the same pleasure.

  Moments later, he dropped onto the couch, taking her down with him. She was sprawled on top of him, but Kade figured it was better him than the couch, as he wasn’t so sure how clean it was.

  He wrapped his arms around her, holding her against his body, savoring the feel of her against him. The last few months without her had been agony, a pain he never wanted to feel again. His soul had been dark again, empty of the light that Asha had illuminated inside him, and he didn’t want to ever be in that kind of hell again. He’d slept little, and functioned poorly, barely existing. Maybe he’d been like that before he met Asha, but he didn’t remember it, hadn’t really acknowledged it. Now, he knew the pain of losing her, and it wasn’t happening again.

  Asha was murmuring something in Telugu against his chest, so he didn’t understand the words, but her voice was gentle and sweet.

  “I didn’t understand a word of that,” he drawled quietly. “I hope it’s all good.”

  She raised her head and smiled at him, making his heart hammer against the wall of his chest. “It’s good,” she agreed. “I missed you.”

  Kade had missed her, too, but he was afraid it would scare the shit out of her if he told her just how much. “I missed you, too.” He kissed her forehead, and tucked her head against his chest. “Now I’ll have someone who likes to ride with me in more ways than one,” he said with a smirk on his face, but he was thrilled that Asha enjoyed being on his bike.

  “Oh, yes,” she said excitedly. “I love it. Can I learn how to ride one?”

  Kade flinched, not happy about the thought of Asha on a motorcycle. “We’ll see. We can start with something easy,” he answered noncommittally. Like a bicycle with training wheels!!

  Sighing happily, she said, “I’d like that.”

  Oh, hell. If it makes her happy, I’ll try to teach her on something safe.

  Who would have thought that the solemn Asha Paritala that he had met mere months ago would get a kick out of riding on his motorcycle?

  “Does the butterfly get to fly free, yet?” Kade asked in a husky voice, hoping that she’d say yes. All he wanted was for her to be happy, free, loved, and unafraid of anything. He could tell that she was slowly starting to realize that she was…more. He was doubtful she realized yet what an incredible, sexy, and talented woman she was, but she would. He’d make sure she did.

  She lifted her head from his chest and beamed at him. “Not yet. But I’m working on it.”

  Kade smiled back, a silly grin that went all the way to his heart.

  Kade dropped Asha off at her apartment, making arrangements to bring her car to her the next day. As he walked her to her door, Asha contemplated asking him to stay. She knew the moment he left, she’d miss him. But she also knew she had some thinking to do, and plenty of growth left to accomplish before she could do much more than date Kade right now. Having sex with him was inevitable. The two of them couldn’t be in the same room together without the need to be together.

  Kade being Kade, he had stopped to feed her before taking her home. She wasn’t exactly thin anymore, but judging by his reaction to some of her old habits, he was never going to stop trying to feed her. Although her body had already filled out, she’d eat. Kade had a protective instinct that wasn’t going to go away, and some of the little things weren’t worth arguing about with him.

  “I’ve been thinking about opening a football camp. For kids with potential who can’t afford to go to any real training camps. I have some buddies who have retired and are willing to do some work with me. Harrison would fund the program.”

  Asha looked up at Kade as they arrived at her apartment door, Kade’s arm protectively around her waist. “I think that’s wonderful,” Asha answered, not the least bit surprised that Kade would fund a project for underprivileged kids. “Do you like working with kids?”

  Kade shrugged. “I’ve done a little bit of work with camps in the past, but just guest visits. Nothing of my own. It was fun. And there are a lot of kids out there who can’t afford the extras.”

  “And you miss football,” Asha added, knowing Kade missed being involved in
the sport. “You have a lot to give, Kade. So much you could teach them. I think it’s a fantastic idea.”

  “I’m not sure how much they want to learn from a guy who can’t even really run well anymore,” Kade replied in a self-deprecating manner.

  Asha turned as she reached her door, gaping at him. She grasped a handful of his t-shirt to bring him closer, and stared up into his eyes.

  He actually means that. He thinks he’s less now than he was before because of his accident.

  “Do you really think those kids would care? To be taught by the great Kade Harrison would have any young boy who loves football incredibly excited. And you don’t need to be able to run.” Asha sighed, loosening her grip on his shirt, but keeping eye contact. “We had five kids beg for your autograph when we went to eat. You’re recognized by every kid aspiring to play football. You can be a role model for them. Football is more than just physical ability and you know it. It’s up here, too.” She took her free hand and tapped a finger to her temple. “You could teach them that, Kade, and nobody can do it as well as you.”

  Kade put both his arms snugly around her waist as his lips began to twitch. “You don’t like football. How do you know?”

  “I have a small confession to make,” she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I watched almost every one of your games for the last two seasons that you were playing. When you went to the office, I watched and learned from the recorded games at your house. You were incredible. I could almost see the wheels turning in your brain, your concentration and focus while you were playing. While a lot of the other guys were out there letting the testosterone fly, you were plotting, planning. I don’t think I ever saw you lose your temper.”

  He grinned down at her, visibly pleased. “I couldn’t afford to lose my grip. Too much riding on me staying focused. But trust me, I have no lack of testosterone. I just couldn’t let it loose on the field. You really watched my games?”

 

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