Slade

by Adriane Leigh

  “Did you follow me?” Her head whipped around, hair soaked and plastered to her shoulders.

  “Of course not. Who were you with?” I pressed my throbbing dick against her ass.

  Her head dipped for a moment as water showered down around us. “Not your business, Slade. And if that was the problem all along, you should have been man enough to ask me, not run away.”

  “It looked fucking bad. I couldn’t stand the thought of you…”

  “We’re not together. I’ve told you that time and again. You and I are not exclusive. I don’t do relationships, ever.” She twisted out of my grip and turned to nail me with fire in her eyes.

  Fuck, I wanted to be with her. Wanted to soap up her body, bend her over the ledge, palms planted on the apples of her ass as I pushed into her.

  “I was in Portland.”

  “You could have called or answered my text. That disappearing act is a cop out. You’re spending time at a sex club and you’re worried about who I go to lunch with? This is exactly the reason I don’t do relationships. Shit gets complicated. I can’t handle complicated.” She turned and grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and squirted a healthy dollop in her palm. I watched rivers of water trace the soft curves of her body as she lathered and rinsed, a sense of angry tension in every movement.

  “Tell me who it was.” Water streamed down her face, drops suspended on the tips of her eyelashes before they succumbed to the weight and trailed over high cheekbones.

  “No.” The water suddenly shut off and a slender arm reached out to snag the towel on the counter. Seconds later and she stepped out, wrapped in a fluffy white towel, hair dripping in heavy droplets to pool at her feet.

  “Sorry, babe.” I followed and pulled her to me. With her settled in my arms, I nestled my head into the delicate curve of her neck and licked beneath her ear. Cool, Dillon-flavored water met my tastebuds. I sucked in deep breaths of moist skin. A scent I wanted to get lost in.

  “I camped out in my office the entire time.” I traced slow circles on her thighs over the towel.

  Her arms finally draped over my shoulders, then made their way to my neck, kneading gently, easing the tension from my muscles and turning me to putty in her deft hands.

  “You should have answered when I texted.”

  “Who was that guy?” I continued to work slow circles, breathe her in, calm myself.

  “Just a friend.” She ran her fingers up my neck and twisted my damp hair between her fingertips.

  “Looked like more than that.”

  “Stop pouting.” She wiggled, and I heard the teasing in her voice. My girl was back. “Come on, you big dumb asshole.” She smacked my shoulder but then snagged my hand and pulled me up to her. “Take me to bed.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mm-hmm. I want to get off.” She grinned and palmed my engorged dick.

  “Dick tease,” I whispered and caught her lips in a hungry kiss.

  “Always,” she murmured against my lips before going back in and sucking flesh between her teeth, twisting her tongue with my own while I ran a hand up her waist, across her torso, and unlocked the towel from her body.

  “Should I take you here?” I trailed a fingertip down her breast bone, her nipples puckering in the cooling steam.

  “Mmm, yes, please.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she went back in for my lips.

  “Back up.” I pushed her against the counter and hiked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist and locking. I teased my neglected cock between her damp folds. She arched and scooted closer to the edge, locked her ankles tighter, begging for me to fill her.

  “Don’t fucking ignore me again.” I pulled my hands in her hair and tugged, tight, as I thrust into her in one swift strike. “You break my heart when you turn that beautiful face from me.” I held her cheeks in my hands and seared her with my eyes as my hips worked in and out. She moaned and tried to avert her eyes while her fingers gripped at my bare ass. She pulled at the flesh, her nails biting into my skin had lust pumping through my blood and hardening my cock.

  “Don’t run away,” she gritted through her teeth as she rocked her pelvis, meeting my rhythm.

  “You play so tough, baby, but right here, I have you. You’re mine. When I’m inside you, nothing can touch us. You and me. This. This is worth something.” I switched my angle, launched her up on the counter, her ass sliding, nails clawing.

  “And I will get those eyes.” I pressed a forceful kiss to her lips. “You’re not going to fuck me out of your system, Dillon. Wear your tight shirts, sashay your sweet fucking hips, but I own this tight pussy.” I snaked a hand between us and worked her swollen clit in slow, torturous circles. “Say it.”

  Her eyes darkened as harsh breaths fell from her lips.

  She shook her head, a small smile curving one side of her mouth. Caught somewhere in stubborn lust were the moments I lived for. That moment before her body exploded around me.

  “Say it, slut.” I worked slower, then faster, pushed and gritted through my teeth.

  “No.” She shook her head.

  “Fucking say it, Dillon. Tell me who owns this sweet cunt,” I growled and used my other hand to snake around her thigh and slide between her ass cheeks. I swirled her arousal beneath my fingertips before using it as lubrication to tease her back entrance.

  A feral groan vibrated from her throat and her head fell back. Breasts open and displayed for me. Nipples hard and begging for my tongue, my teeth. I bent my head, mouth watering as I sucked one between my lips.

  I was working her. Showing her I owned her. Taking her from every angle. My hips thrust faster and ground against her clit, my finger probing at her ass, massaging, threatening, teasing, my lips sucking long draws at her nipples. I sunk my teeth into the sensitive flesh and her pussy vibrated around my dick. Soft waves pulsed before her arms fell limp and locked around my neck to help keep her steady.

  She panted and her body went rigid for a split second before she relaxed.

  A slow smile lit her face as she heaved. “Wow.”

  “Say it,” I murmured before kissing her long and slow. “Tell me I own you. Say you’re mine.”

  “Mmmm…” she moaned and pushed a hand between us to cup my balls. “I’m yours, Slade.” She gripped with a smile. “I’m yours every night. My orgasms are yours. My cunt…yours.” She grinned and squeezed and the combination of the words and her confident hands had a slow burn erupting into a raging inferno as I came inside her, long, hot spurts filling her, marking her, planting myself inside her.

  “Fuck yeah,” I murmured as my head fell onto her shoulder and my thrusts slowed. I lay there gathering my breath, still inside her for long drawn out moments. “Fucking missed this,” I whispered before easing off and out of her.

  The hands that had been working slow circles in my hair fell and she hopped off the counter and wrapped herself in the towel.

  “Nuh-uh…haven’t had enough of you naked tonight.” I tugged the towel from her body and followed her into the bedroom.

  I crawled into bed behind her. Wrapped myself in soft cotton and Dillon, legs and limbs twisted in a tangle.

  “Really fucking missed this,” I murmured again as my eyes closed and I drifted to sleep surrounded by the sweet smells of damp skin and citrus.

  “I don’t want you with anyone else.”

  “Slade…” An irritated groan met my ears as she flipped pancakes at the stove.

  “I mean it.” I poked at a slice of bacon, avoiding her eyes. The truth scared her.

  But I was sick of hiding. I didn’t fucking hide.

  Bad enough I had to keep LUST separate from my life in Rock Island, fuck if I would add another secret to my list. It was against my nature.

  “I’m not bullshitting, Dillon. You did say last night this sweet pussy is mine.” I bumped into her shoulder, confident grin splitting my face, as I reached around to test the dampness between her thighs. “You can tell me you don’t want to be mine, say what
ever the fuck you want, but this…” I fingered the denim of her jeans, “This says something entirely different.” I worked the button on her jeans before pushing a hand in. “And why the fuck don’t you ever wear underwear?”

  A soft groan fell from her lips as she arched and stuck her ass out to press against my pelvis and aching dick.

  “I find…”

  I massaged her soaked pussy.

  “They only get…”

  My fingers worked past her aroused entrance.

  “In the way,” she moaned the last word and rocked her hips back and forth, pancakes and bacon abandoned.

  “Mine. Say you’re mine. Tell people or don’t, but don’t fuck anyone else, Dillon. Don’t even think about giving this sweet pussy, my pussy, away to another asshole.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned and rocked, head bent, arms bracing herself against the kitchen counter.

  “Say it.”

  “If you get hard, you’re dealing with it, not me.” A throaty giggle echoed around us.

  “Oh yeah? Your pussy says otherwise.” I pulled my hand out and thrust my wet fingers into her mouth. She sucked and bit before reaching one arm back to palm my dick.

  “Nuh-uh… don’t touch until you say it.”

  “You’re so bossy,” she murmured before I clasped her hand in my own and pulled it off my dick.

  “Say you won’t be with anyone else. Promise,” I growled in her ear.

  “Mmm…” she rubbed her ass against my dick. “I won’t.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” The one word I’d been aching to hear. The one thing that was music to my ears, outside of her moans when I filled her. I didn’t need a grand announcement, I didn’t need to hold her hand in public, I just needed to sink into her whenever I wanted and the promise that she wouldn’t be with anyone else. Secret or not, I would take it.

  “Good girl.” I grinned before yanking down her jeans and fingering her from behind. Hard and fast, owning the moans that echoed around the kitchen as the bacon sizzled and the pancakes browned. I flipped the burners off before pushing my own pants down and shoving my dick into her without apology.

  “Love feeling this cunt around me.” I thrust as I whispered in her ear. “Taking you right inside the kitchen window. Put your hands on the sill.” I reached and stretched her arms to grip at the old wood. “Anyone looks, they’ll see. A neighbor walks by and glances over, they’ll see me fucking you. See what a slut you are for my cock.”

  Her body pulsed and a surge of moisture coated my cock and balls.

  “You like that, baby? Like when I talk about taking this beautiful, tight pussy. Like the thought of people in town walking by, seeing what a slut you are, knowing it? Seeing how I please you?” I thrust with a grunt and swirled my fingertips around the sensitive bud of her clit.

  “No…” she breathed.

  “You creamed all over my dick when I said it.”

  Her head shook as she denied my words, but what couldn’t be denied was the surge of arousal that had coated me when I’d said it.

  “You may not like it, but this pussy sure does.” I fingered her and felt her body tense. “Lean up,” I growled and thrust her hips up further on the counter so she was bent over, feet off the floor, ass in the air. I hit a new angle, felt the rigid bundle of nerves buried deep inside her body against the head of my cock as I pushed and massaged.

  “That’s a girl. Show them what a slut you are. Cum all over my thick cock and scream.”

  Her knuckles whitened as she held on to the window sill, head down as ragged moans emitted from her throat. My fingers swirled before she blew around me, went off like a volcano as liquid seeped from where our bodies connected.

  “Oh fuck yeah, sweet girl,” I ground through my teeth as my pelvis rutted against her and I came in a torrent of cum and need. I emptied it all into her. The relief. The emotion. The cat and mouse game we’d been playing.

  I gave it all to her and I never felt so shaken from an orgasm in my life.

  “Mmm…” I ran my nose up the line of her spine. I inhaled her scent. Took her in. Committed her to memory. “Jesus, you’re so sexy.” My dick pulsed and twitched as she wiggled and slid down off the counter. My cock fell out of her and landed against my thigh.

  “I want to haul you off to bed and keep you there all day. Tie you up with my belt and make you a slave to my dick.” I pulled her jeans up her hips and let her fasten them.

  “I think you’ve proven that I already am.” She turned with a flip of her hair and rolled her eyes.

  “Ah, love it,” I murmured against her lips before kissing her, cementing the promise, letting her know I hadn’t forgotten. Would never forget.

  “Still want pancakes?” She poked at one with a spatula and a frown.

  “More than ever.” I swatted her ass before flipping the burners back on and grabbing the fork to attend the bacon. “Worked up an appetite.”

  “You’re so corny.” She grinned, eyes dashing away from mine before she flipped a pancake.

  I caught her smile lighting up the small kitchen as we made breakfast, and my heart swelled just a fraction.

  I had her.

  Please fuck, let me have her.

  Spring bloomed into summer and the tourists swarmed on Rock Island like bees on honey.

  I leaned against the deck railing with Wild at my side as we sipped beers and tossed horseshoes. I was all over his ass. I was the more talented of the two of us and I never failed to remind him of that.

  “How are Kat and the babies?” I grunted as I tossed. Kat had gone into labor at home over a week ago and they’d all just returned home from the hospital two nights ago.

  “Good, man. Baby shower is this weekend, she’s going crazy. Clare is throwing it.”

  “Nice.” I nodded. “I was waiting ‘til they were born, I have something for both of you,” I said and set my beer down.

  “Yeah?” My best friend turned on me with an interested look.

  “Been working on it for a while.” I walked around the corner and into the garage before returning with the bench in my arms. I set it a few feet away from him.

  “Slade, how the fuck?” He stepped up, ran a palm along the newly stained red cedar. “This is great, man.” He looked up at me then back to the rocking bench.

  “I liked the variation in the color.” Some planks were a natural blonde, others a deeper red hue. “Represents a lot, I guess. Ya know with the twins.” Fucking awkward guy conversations. I plowed on, “You and Kat.” I patted the criss-crossing woods that met in the middle.

  “It’s really something. Thanks a lot.” He looked up at me, a smile dancing in his eyes.

  “Welcome. Just wanted to do something special, you and Kat went through so much…proud of you. You both deserve everything.”

  Wild only nodded, his head down, eyes assessing the wood.

  “Guess it’s my go, huh?” I took my place at the throw line.

  “Yeah, just try, fucker.”

  “You know, you do a whole lot of shit talkin’ and not much winnin’.” I threw a barb as I tossed the shoe and it clanged around the small stake in the ground. His big laugh filled my backyard.

  He took his turn at the line and just as he was about to release, the ferry that shuttled tourists out to a small island off the coast blared its horn. “Fucking tourists,” Wild mumbled as he missed his mark by a mile.

  “More every year,” I grunted as I picked up a shoe.

  “Get this, some lawyer’s been calling me. Apparently someone’s interested in buying the bar. Wouldn’t give me a name, some incorporated company, out of town no doubt.”

  “Who would want that piece of shit?”

  “Fuck off.” He shoved me and sent me stumbling as we laughed. “Seriously. That place hardly makes enough to stay in business, certainly isn’t worth the headache. Someone got their numbers wrong; no smart businessman would want it.” He shrugged before tossing another shoe.

  “
What’d you tell them?”

  “Just said I wasn’t interested and hung up. Number’s popped up once or twice since then but I avoid it. Got too much going anyway.”

  “I hear ya.”

  “So you and Dillon?”

  I shrugged and took a long swig of beer.

  “That’s all I’m gonna get?”

  “Would you rather I gossip like a bitch?” I laughed and handed him his beer.

  “Fucker,” he grunted before taking a long pull from the bottle.

  “Whatever, man.”

  “I should head out. Kat will have my balls if I’m not back by the next feeding time. Breastfeeding both is tough for her, position and holds and more shit I don’t understand. The little shits don’t latch on all the time.”

  “Holy fuck this conversation just took a turn I was not prepared for. You’ve turned into a pussy, my brother. You handed your balls over when those two were born.”

  “I handed them over to their mom long before that.” A small smile tipped his face before he chugged the last of his beer and knocked me in the shoulder. “Help me with this bench. Kat’s gonna love it. You may have saved my ass for being gone so long.”

  “Glad to be of service.” We juggled the bench together and loaded it in the back of his truck before he took off to his beautiful wife and newborn boys.

  Lucky fucker, always falling into a pile of shit and coming out smelling like roses.

  The June sun beat down uncharacteristically hot for this time of year. I’d lassoed Dillon into a sunset picnic, sandwiches, potato salad, and orange Fanta soda—the whole nine—and with full bellies we walked a secluded piece of beach north of town. A quiet stretch by the lighthouse, not far from where Kat had stayed when she’d first arrived in town.

  “Kat and the twins are well?” She slid her bare feet through the sand as faint oranges streaked the sky.

  “They’re great. Stayed in the NICU for a few nights, but all is well from what I hear.” I nodded as we passed a couple walking a dog. “We should get a dog. Big one. Great Dane, maybe.” I patted the pup on the head and tossed the owners a smile.

  “We?” She arched a brow, a small smile on her face.