Page 21 of Wild Lies

I grip Kade’s ass, pulling him into my body and begging for more. His thrusts are relentless, and although I’m fairly certain I’ve had about a million mini orgasms with each one, it’s still not enough.

Suddenly, he’s gone, moving to stand at the end of the bed, before gripping my legs and pulling me toward him. I’m in too much of a haze to understand what he’s doing or to protest, not that I would. He rests my legs on his chest, gripping my ankles with one hand as he lines himself up with the other and with one sharp, sure thrust, he’s right back where he belongs.

I grip the sheets as he pounds into me, before it becomes too much, and the need to touch myself wins. Sliding a hand between my legs, I swipe two fingers over the sensitive nub of my clit, crying out as a shudder runs through my body.

“That’s it, buttercup,” Kade pants, his gaze bouncing around my body. “Come on my cock.”

“Kade,” I cry. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”

“Yes, you can,” he commands.

He throws one of my legs wide, giving himself an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of me. I look down at what he’s seeing and gasp. He’s buried inside me, the condom slick as he moves.

It’s that and the increased pressure on my clit that sends me over the edge, tumbling into darkness as euphoria crashes into me. It’s so intense, it swallows everything. I’m vaguely aware of Kade crying out, of him reaching his release and pulsating inside me before the room fades and my body goes limp. And then there’s nothing but darkness.

13

CHLOE

Sunlight spills through the open curtains; it’s warm and impossibly bright, pulling me back into reality. I don’t think I’ve slept this well in… forever. My body aches, reminding me of last night and how Kade and I came together in such an explosive way. If I only ever do this—sleep with a stranger—once, then I’m glad it was with Kade. I’ve never blacked out from an orgasm before, so that was a first, and something I can unpack as I have breakfast.

I shift under the covers, preparing to get up and head out for something to eat, but a heavy arm swings over my body, coming to rest across my waist, pinning me to the bed. I’m pulled back into a warm, solid chest as I bite my lip to contain my surprise.

Why did I think he’d be gone? For some reason, it never crossed my mind that we’d have the morning after, although, admittedly, I didn’t think much past last night. What do I even say to him? Thanks for the amazing sex but you can go now?

Oh no. What if I’ve completely misunderstood him and he’s actually a stage-one clinger?

Subtly I suck in a breath, rolling my lips together once I’ve emptied my lungs. No. Kade isn’t a creep and like the grown-ass woman I am, I can handle the morning after a one-night stand, even if it will inevitably be awkward.

Suck it up, Chloe.

It’s only awkward if I make it that way. I’m a big girl who can handle facing the guy that gave me the best sex of my life. Hell, he stepped up for me. Twice. The least I can do is not kick him out of bed without so much as a cup of coffee and a thank you.

“I can hear your brain working from over here,” Kade murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. He dusts his lips over my bare shoulder, and I close my eyes, the tension easing out of my body as I revel in the way it feels like he’s brushed away all my worry with the simple act.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, buttercup.” He shifts behind me before moving my hair out of the way and pulling me closer—if that’s possible. “What were you thinking about?”

I rack my brain for something to say that won’t make this more awkward than it needs to be. There’s no way I can tell him that part of me was hoping he’d have snuck out in the middle of the night. “Why do you call me buttercup?” I blurt.

Good one, Chloe. Real smooth.

Kade’s chest rumbles as he chuckles, the husky sound sending a bolt of need to my core as the light dusting of hair on his torso rubs against my back. “Really? That’s what made you tense up like a steer in a chute?” When I don’t respond, he continues, “Okay, I’ll play. Out here, buttercups grow in the meadows and pastures alongside the wildflowers. They’re one of the first to show up when spring rolls in, all bright and stubborn after hiding under the snow through winter. When I first saw you, that’s what you reminded me of—this gentle but firm flower. Especially with the way you were arguing with Wyatt.”

Oh. That’s actually really sweet and not at all what I would have guessed. I run my hand along his arm, interlacing our fingers. “I thought it was because you couldn’t remember my name at first. That maybe it was what you called all the women you come across.”

His breath dances across my back when he exhales a huff of air. “I remember your name, Chloe.” His voice is low and laced with a hint of danger, as if he might take it upon himself to prove just how well he knows it.

A thrill of adrenaline rushes through me at the thought, and in an effort to distract myself, I turn in his arms, resting my forearms on his chest when he rolls onto his back. This close to his face, I can catalogue the tiny details I haven’t had time to notice, like the small scar above his left eyebrow or the slight hint of green in his blue eyes.

“I’ve never seen anyone with eyes like yours.”

He doesn’t seem fazed by my change in topic, and I’m grateful for that because the longer I stare at him, the more I want him. I’m a little sore from last night and don’t think I could take him again.

Folding his arms behind his head, Kade relaxes back against the pillows before responding. “I’m unique. My mama has blue eyes, and my dad had green. We’ve always joked that I was the only kid they had that took a piece of both of them.”

“So what you’re saying is that you’re an overachiever? The perfect gentleman, good in bed, one-of-a-kind eyes.” I tick them off one by one on my hand before Kade flips me over and tickles my sides. “No,” I cry out between fits of giggles as I wriggle around on the bed.