Chasing Kade (Thrill of the Chase Book 1)

by Anna Paige

  "All I'm sure of is I want this; the rest is just logistics." I sighed, willing myself to relax as I leaned back against him.

  Kane rejoined us, his dick suited up and standing at the ready as he laid on the bed in front of me, motioning for me to straddle his hips. Just as I began to move away, Kade's grip landed on my throat, tugging me back against his chest possessively as he practically growled in my ear. "I'm going to make every inch of you mine, Aubrey. I kissed you first, licked that sweet little clit first, slid into your hot pussy first, and in a minute I’ll be the first to fuck that gorgeous ass. Everything you wanted, I’m going to give you all of it and more. After tonight, you'll never be the same."

  I turned to look at him over my shoulder, pressing my ass against his erection. "Promise?"

  Looking away from Kade's lust-filled eyes, I crawled over Kane on all fours, settling myself over him and dropping immediately onto his waiting erection. He was just as thick, hot, and long as his brother, but the way his hips bucked off the mattress to meet me was less raw. He pulled me down to meet his mouth, and our tongues tangled in a searing kiss even as I ground myself into him, pumping my hips back and forth in a way that men loved. He groaned into my mouth just as Kade moved up behind me.

  Placing one hand on my back to keep me leaning over, Kade dripped startlingly cold lube down my crevice, rubbing it in with his fingers, delving into my ass up to the first knuckle before backing out and going deeper. The second time, he pressed two thick fingers inside, stretching and going deeper. Before long, he was working the third finger in, and I was open-mouth groaning into my kisses with Kane.

  Satisfied that I was primed for him, Kade withdrew his fingers and pressed the head of his cock to my puckered entrance. Unlike when he first took my pussy, he didn't thrust in all at once, taking his time instead and pushing slowly past that tight ring of muscle until—after a dozen or so shallow thrusts—he pressed past it and sank deep inside me.

  "Oh, God," I panted, stilling above Kane as I adjusted to the overwhelming feeling of fullness, of being stretched to the absolute limit of my body's capabilities. My face flushed hot all over, my breath seizing in my chest as Kade withdrew nearly all the way and then slid back in with one long, tortuous stroke. It was so much and so damn good.

  Kane's hands moved to my hips, urging me up his length. I obliged, trying my best to resume my previous rhythm. As I slowly regained my composure, Kade paced his thrusts in opposition to my own. He pumped in as Kane’s cock was moving out, the sensation actually drawing tears to my eyes, though I wasn't in pain. Not even close.

  Soon, Kane held my hips still and began thrusting up into me on his own, mirroring his brother's rhythm as they took turns filling me. Kade, true to his nature, began thrusting hard, pounding in as far as he could, holding my waist just above where Kane's hands gripped me.

  "So fucking tight," Kane muttered, biting his lip and thrusting up into me.

  "So fucking perfect," Kade agreed, one hand gripping my breast as it swung in rhythm with our movements. "Sync up."

  Kane nodded and pulled me down to kiss him, mumbling against my lips. "Ready, baby girl?"

  "Yes," I panted, feeling my orgasm building. "Please…" I wasn't sure what I was asking, but they both seemed to know what I needed. Their thrusts shifted until they both pounded into me at once, stretching me until my flesh burned, retreating at the same time before filling me to the hilt again. "Yesss…" I whimpered, reaching back with both hands to open myself to Kade's thrusts. "Harder, Kade, deeper."

  "Fuck, yes!" he roared, slamming deep, over and over, both of them gasping with the exertion.

  "You're close; I can feel it." Kane looked up at me with hooded eyes. "Come for us, Aubrey."

  "Come all over our cocks, baby. Do it," Kade seconded, tugging me to a sitting position and biting down hard on my shoulder. "I want to feel you come from inside your tight asshole."

  "Come with me," I told them both, my head turned so my eyes were locked with Kade's. "Please come."

  A matching pair of growls ripped through their impressive chests as their paces quickened, becoming frantic. Kade's hand dropped to where Kane was thrusting into me, his index and middle fingers circling my clit in rapid fire motions until my entire field of vision went blinding white.

  The first spasm hit me with the force of a Mack truck, causing me to cry out and nearly lose my balance. Kade's arm snaked around my torso and held me upright as he worked my clit with his fingers and pumped hard into my ass. "I feel you coming, Aubrey, it's so…" he ground hard into me, staying deep and circling his hips. "Shit, you're making me come." He crushed me back against him as I clenched around them both.

  Kane rolled his hips into me from below and moaned long and loud, his own orgasm roaring through him.

  Kade continued to grind into me as his own climax found him. I could feel every spurt, every tremble. He kissed the edge of my mouth almost tenderly and let go of my waist. I immediately fell forward, collapsing onto Kane's chest just as Kade came to rest on my back, all three of us panting and pleasantly exhausted.

  We lay like that for some time, floating along in our respective afterglows, when Kane weakly muttered, "Think you two could get off me now? I can't breathe."

  Kade and I both scrambled away, and I felt incredibly empty as they both pulled out of me. "Sorry," I told Kane as I moved to lay beside him on the bed, my hand coming to rest on his heaving chest. "You okay?"

  "I should be asking you that, girl." He chuckled.

  Kade settled in behind me, though the warmth of him was the only reason I knew, there was no actual contact. He wouldn't be snuggling me, I realized, but it was okay. I never expected that from him anyway.

  "I'm more than okay. I'm incredible," I said contentedly.

  "Yes, you are," Kade muttered from behind me, making me truly blush for the first time since the whole thing started.

  Chapter Eight

  Aubrey

  "Want the first shower?" Kane offered, covering the hand I'd placed on his chest with one of his own.

  The mere idea of moving made me groan. "No, I'm still feeling lazy. You go ahead."

  His gaze skittered over my bare breasts and eventually shifted over my shoulder to look at his brother. "You good here or…?"

  Kade's breath tickled the back of my neck, closer than I'd thought him to be. "Shower's all yours man, I'm wiped."

  Kane's eyes shifted back and forth between his twin and me for a moment before he nodded and leaned over, dropping one last kiss on my lips. "You have no idea how phenomenal that was, girl. You two can invite me back for a repeat performance anytime."

  You two?

  He sounded like he thought we were a couple or something, which couldn't have been further from the truth. It also sounded like he thought this wasn't the last time Kade and I would be together this way. Clearly, he was misunderstanding the situation on several levels. I didn't argue, just watched him leave, taking one last moment to enjoy the sight of him naked. They were both so damned gorgeous that I could barely stand it. Like identical towers of blinding light.

  The room was silent after the door closed behind him. The only sound was our soft breathing, Kade's slightly louder than my own. Every one of his exhalations found my nape in a goose bump-inducing onslaught that had my body lighting up like a Christmas tree. I couldn't even be sure he was doing it on purpose; it might have been like everything else about him, unintentionally erotic.

  Feeling awkward with my back turned to my remaining bedmate, I rolled over, careful not to be too obvious in my attempts to check out his resting form. He had been curled up on his side behind me, just enough space between us to keep our bodies from touching. Once I was on my back, though, his chest pressed against my side and his heavy arm moved to rest just beneath my breasts, the motion seeming natural and almost without thought on his part.

  I dared a look into his stormy gray eyes. "Are you cuddling me, Mr. Edenfield?"

  He smiled smugly and b
rushed the underside of my breast with his thumb. "I don't cuddle, I'm just resting my arm. And there's no need to be formal, baby. I just had my cock in every hole in your body; I think you earned the right to use my first name, don't you?"

  "After the way you handled yourself—and me—I'll call you whatever you want me to, Mr. Edenfield."

  "'Oh, God' seems to be a favorite of yours but Kade is probably better for public use." He smiled softly, remembering. "Can I still call you warden?"

  "What else would you call me?" I rolled my eyes, not bothering to remind him how the title irritated me. He knew. That was why he did it.

  His half smile froze for a second, gaze moving away briefly before refocusing on my face. "I could call you by your name, if you really hate the nickname," he offered, his demeanor having shifted inexplicably.

  "What happened just now?" I reached for him, expecting him to pull away. Instead, he watched as my hand moved between us, coming to rest on his chest. His heart was racing beneath my fingers.

  "Nothing," he lied. I could see it on his face, a rare, raw moment when he forgot to be brooding.

  "Horse shit," I whispered.

  He kept his eyes on mine, his hand curling tighter against my side. "I think you mean bullshit."

  I shook my head faintly. "Nope. I mean horse shit," I told him, my own smile shifting. "My dad grew up on a farm, and he always said it that way. I asked him why once, and he said it was because most people only had one bull to contend with spreading its shit about the field, but the damn horses were everywhere. It didn't make sense to me at the time; I couldn't have been more than nine or ten, but now I think I see his point. When bullshit seems like an insufficient term, you say horse shit."

  Kade watched me a moment, a slow smile playing across his face. "And here I was thinking it was because I'm such a stallion."

  You're certainly hung like one. "Sorry to disappoint," I said, despite my internal agreement.

  "I've gotta say, I never would have pictured you as a farm girl." He chuckled in that gravelly way that made my insides clench. "Though, you certainly can ride."

  I blushed despite myself and pinched his nipple. "I never said I grew up on a farm. My dad did. I grew up in a boring suburb. I didn't even have a dog, much less a field full of horses."

  "You never had a dog? Seriously? And you didn't report your parents for child neglect?" He teased, but looked genuinely shocked that I'd never been allowed a pet.

  I just shrugged. "I guess it just didn't seem important. I mean, I asked for puppies and kittens when I was young, like all kids do, but they kept me so happy all the time that I guess it never occurred to me to want anything else. My life was full enough already." My throat threatened to close up at the thought of all those zoo trips, visits to the aquarium, water parks and theme parks, camping trips and museums; more adventures than most people could squeeze into two lifetimes. We were always on the go, looking for the next memory. Always together.

  "Hey," he whispered, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "What happened just now?"

  "Nothing," I said, echoing his earlier answer, leaning into his touch and finding comfort in the heat of his palm on my skin.

  "Horse shit, warden," he countered softly.

  "Kade," I moved my hand up to his jawline, tracing a slow path along the way, never losing the delicious contact between us. "I…"

  "Tell me about the scars."

  My eyes fell closed, the tingly feeling that I knew to be a precursor to my tears crept up my spine. "I don't think I can."

  "Look at me, baby," came his soft command.

  I shook my head, eyes remaining closed.

  "I get it. You still don't trust me." There was hurt in his voice.

  My eyes flew open and I stared at him incredulously. "I don't trust you? Really, Kade? You're the one who shut me out first. Why would I confide in you when you refused to confide in me? You don’t mind fucking me but God forbid you actually talk to me.”

  His eyes narrowed on my face, anger seeping into his features, replacing the hurt; or maybe just combining with it. "Fine. You want to know what happened earlier? Why I closed down?"

  "Yes, you jackass. If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked," I hissed.

  "You asked what else I would call you besides 'warden’…" He trailed off.

  "Yeah, so?"

  "My first thought, the one I clamped down on and refused to say, was 'mine.’” He gave me a steady look, waiting for my reaction. "All I want to call you is mine, Aubrey, but I know it won't ever happen—can't ever happen—so I kept the thought to myself." His hand moved to make slow passes up my bruised arm, careful to keep the pressure light. "I'll only hurt you. I think we both know that."

  "I've been hurt before, Kade, and I survived it just fine."

  "Why would you even consider signing on for that kind of suffering again?" He watched his fingers glide across my torso, skimming across my scars.

  I reached up and brushed a few long blond strands from his forehead, catching his eye. "Because some people are worth suffering for."

  He nodded, not acknowledging the enormity of what I was offering. "Tell me about the scars."

  I knew what he was doing; he was challenging me, making me suffer just a little to prove I meant what I said. If I refused to talk about it, he would take it as a sign of mistrust; proof that he wasn't worth my suffering after all. I ran both hands over my face, pressing the back of my head deep into the pillow beneath me, and gearing up to open a vein I swore I'd never touch again. "This isn't easy, but I suspect you already know that." He muttered his agreement but I didn't look his way, keeping my eyes trained on the ceiling. "I used to dwell on it a lot, like an emotional cutter, refusing to let it rest. It's been a long time since I revisited that night, Kade, and now I will have done it twice in as many days."

  "Twice?" He interrupted. "When was the first time?"

  I gathered myself and took a deep breath. "When that guard grabbed me. I wasn't particularly afraid of him," I offered Kade a sideways smile. "If you don't terrify me, there was no way that big buffoon was going to. But the way he grabbed me, how he jerked me around until my teeth clicked together… that was how it was the night of the accident."

  He didn't comment, just tugged the sheet up to cover us both in hopes of offering comfort.

  "My parents and I were on our way back from a movie—several movies, actually; it was a marathon of old westerns which my dad adored and my mom and I tolerated because we adored him. I was home for a few days, having been forced by my boss to use some of my over-accumulated vacation time. The guy I was seeing suggested a romantic getaway—well, his boring-ass idea of one—but I brushed that off in favor of time with my parents. They always came first, which pissed him off to no end." I took a steadying breath. "Anyway, it was really late—or really early, depending on how you look at it. Somewhere around three in the morning. We were all exhausted from the string of movies, tubs of popcorn, and sugar overload. The theater was more than half an hour from their house, so it was a bit of a drive. I was in the back behind my mom, dad was driving. I dozed on and off. I think mom did, too. Next thing I knew, I woke up to my head thumping the window and the car jerking wildly off the side of the road. Dad was swearing and fighting for control, the car fishtailing. He snatched the wheel hard, yelling for my mom and me to hang on, but he over-corrected."

  Tears ran from the corners of my eyes, trailing backward and getting lost in my hair as I stared up at the ceiling. "The car jumped back onto the pavement and ended up skidding sideways across the road, right in front of an oncoming semi."

  "Jesus," Kade whispered, his hand shifting under the sheet, finding and covering a portion of my scars.

  "It hit on the passenger side, ripping into the car like it was tissue paper. I felt like I was being torn in half, screaming for my mother, whose door was hit more squarely than my own. The sound of metal crumpling and screeching is something I'll never forget as long as I live."

  "You got o
ut. Did they?"

  I shook my head. "I blacked out from the pain for a while, I don't know for how long. When I came to, there were flashing lights all around us, sirens and people running in all directions, approaching both vehicles. My dad was awake, yelling for them to get me out first, pleading with them to save me even as he begged my mom not to die on him."

  My shoulders shook but I held back the wave of devastation that tried to consume me at the memory of him begging her to stay with him. "They managed to get my door open and drag me out, but I wouldn't let them strap me to their stupid backboard until I knew my parents were out of the car. I was bleeding so bad I could feel it running down my side and dripping onto my shoes but I fought the paramedics and ran back toward the car. There were flames coming from under the car, which was wedged sideways in a steep ditch. I climbed back in through the window I’d just been dragged out of, crying and screaming for my parents.”

  I found his hand with my own, covering it as it covered my scars. “I guess my coat caught fire but I honestly don’t remember feeling it. Maybe the area was already numb from all the cuts and punctures, I don’t know. I was too focused on trying to help them. Dad's door was blocked by the ground and three firemen were working to get my mom out but they couldn't pull her out through the window like they had with me. Her seatbelt was embedded in her abdomen. I remember hearing that and falling to my knees, watching the flames spread. My dad was screaming for her, screaming for them to help her. Then he was just screaming because the fire had found him." The acrid stench of burning flesh assailed my nostrils, and I nearly gagged at the vividness of the memory.

  "Baby…" Kade's voice was thick with emotion as he tried to pull me closer to his chest, but I was numb.

  "I tried to crawl back into the car; I needed to help, but one of the police officers grabbed me by the arm and jerked me back at the last second, yelling in my ear that I couldn't help them now. He was jerking my coat off and calling for the paramedics. I don’t know how long I’d been burning, but they managed to smother the flames with one of those god-awful wool blankets they carry around. It held the smell of my own burning skin, so I threw it aside as soon as I was able. The cop just kicked it away and kept tight to my side. I had to stay out of the way; that's what he said as he held my arm in a death grip, trying his hardest to drag me away."