Kade's Rescue (Detroit Heat Book 1) (7 page)

“If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…” Kade’s voice was husky and so, so manly.

After my birthmark, he worked his way down the rest of my body. His finger had reached my jeans and he easily unbuttoned them with one hand. As I felt his hand exploring my waist, I moaned softly. Kade ran a finger over the waistband of my panties, teasing me and making me buck my hips. I felt him release my hands, and I opened my eyes.

He had a smile on his face as he sunk down my body. I knew what he wanted, and I raised up to allow him to slide my jeans down. My black thong was now the only thing between him and my aching pussy.

As Kade crawled back up my body, his hands brushed against my legs lightly. I giggled and squirmed beneath him. Inching up my thighs, he leaned down and began kissing my flesh. I could feel his short stubble against me as he got closer and closer to my pulsing pussy. His strong hands were above my knees and drawing ever closer. I watched him and tried to keep from going crazy.

When he reached my hips he pushed down, pinning me to the bed again. I gasped in pleasure. He was so powerful, and I could never tell when his touch would be rough or light as a feather. He dug his fingertips into the soft spots on the insides of my hips and I bucked against him, but it did no good. Kade lowered his head between my legs and smiled wide.

I could feel his tongue grazing my panties. I moaned and ran my hands down to his thick, bulging arms. He traced up my pussy, pressing in against my clit. Then he pulled my body toward him, burying his face into my sex and pushing the fabric against me. My back arched and I cried out. My breath came in short gasps and I was so turned on I thought he might make me come right there.

I knew what was going to happen when his hand let go of my hipbone. He dragged his nails across my exposed stomach and hooked a finger under my waistband. I was ready to raise my ass up again so he could take them off, but he pulled them up instead. The surprise of my tiny thong pulled tight against my slit made me cry out in pleasure. I tried to bring my tender flesh to his lips, but he put a hand across my waist and held me down.

My thong pressed against my clit, and I felt the pleasure surge through me in a way I’d never felt before. I reached for his messy hair, hoping to push him back down. I wanted to feel his lips on my pussy. I wanted to feel his tongue splitting me. Of course, his head didn’t budge.

He gave me an evil look. Kade knew what I wanted but wasn’t going to give it to me. He was going to make me suffer and ache. I wanted to feel full. I wanted to feel his big cock against my lips, or even better, I wanted to feel him fuck me senseless.

“Please. Please, I need you.” I had resorted to begging. I couldn’t take it anymore. Kade was letting the soft thong go loose, then pulling it tight again. Each time he did, rapture spun my head around.

He looked up my body. That smile was still there. “Mmm, tell me what you want.”

I wasn’t usually very dirty or vocal in bed, so it was hard for me to get the words out. They got stuck in my throat, but as his fingers found my clit, my desire overtook my shyness. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, Kade.” The words came out strained, like I was being tortured. I
was
being tortured. Luckily, he relented.

Kade got up on his knees and finally slid the wet thong down my legs. I eagerly lifted my ass from the softness of the fur blanket beneath me. I sat up and slid my open shirt down my arms as he watched my every move.

I was reaching behind me to unhook my bra when he grabbed my arms. Just like that, I was pinned again, his one massive hand holding both of mine tightly above my head. He was looking at me like I was his prey, and I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. With his free hand, he reached for his jeans. He worked them down and off his body. I was breathing fast and heavy. I was aching between my legs. I was ready.

Kade expertly positioned himself over my body. I spread my legs wide, giving him access to my throbbing pussy. His hand was nearly crushing my wrists as he used it to support himself above me. The pain felt amazing, but wasn't enough to distract me from feeling his cock at the entrance to my wetness.

Bliss.
I felt pure bliss as Kade slid his thick cock inside me. I sucked in a deep breath and screamed when I released it. He pushed inside slowly, stretching my pussy wide just the way I’d wanted. The feeling of being restrained and fucked at the same time was too much to take. Before Kade had even filled me, I felt an orgasm tear through my body.

I writhed and shook beneath him. All that tension and pressure released in one big explosion. Kade moaned above me as I came, sinking down on top of me to let the weight of his body cover, protect, and pleasure me. He had me gasping for breath five seconds in.

“Good girl,” he cooed, making me close my eyes and blush even more. Kade pushed his massive cock all the way inside me. I was still coming down from the ecstasy surging through me, but I was watched his muscles tighten and strain. My mouth opened wide as I felt his entire length splitting me for the first time. My fingers fought against his grip, wanting to hold on to something for support.

His thrusts pushed me down and back into the bed again and again. The sensation was intense, and I loved feeling pinned and forcibly taken. He was grunting as he fucked me. My mouth was open as I tried to hang on to every bit of pleasure between us.

Then he lifted me so quickly and easily that I barely had time to register what was going on. In the blink of an eye, he had put me on my knees in front of him. My hands were behind my back, and he had my head down in the soft fur of the bed.

He dragged a fingertip over my back and my ass, exploring and making shivers run through my entire body. I closed my eyes, reveling in each barely-there caress. With a hard push, he filled me from behind this time. I wanted to push forward but his hand was at my shoulders, holding me in place. Kade grunted as he rammed his big cock into me. I cried out, but it was muffled by the fur blanket.

The buff firefighter released his grip on me for just a second. I felt his hands on the outside of my thighs as he pushed my legs together. As he did, I could feel myself tighten around him. My eyes opened wide. As he fucked me again in earnest, his cock somehow felt even bigger. Kade had destroyed any hint of shyness left inside me.

“Oh, baby, fuck me harder!” I cried. The shockwave of each thrust shook my ass and my breasts, my body bouncing forward, but stopped by his massive hand at my neck.

Kade grunted behind me. “Oh? You think you can handle a real fuck?”

He began to pound into me even harder, and I thought that I might not be able to handle it. My body lurched forward and his grip on me tightened even more. Kade was fucking me so hard that each slam of his hips knocked the wind out of me. I was moaning in time with the rhythmic pounding of Kade’s big cock.

His free hand came down hard on my ass. Pain and pleasure surged through me. I squealed with delight as he brought his big hand down on my ass. It had been a long time since I had been with such a dominant partner. I loved the pain and it was clear that Kade could deliver. I could feel that he wasn’t holding back with me, just like he hadn’t held back at dinner.

After that first, quick orgasm, I felt a second one begin to build up. When he began fucking me at his hardest, it didn’t take long for it to spill over me. My muscles tightened, and I grabbed at the sheets. I screamed his name as he continued to fuck me senseless. Soon I was only moaning into the sheets below him. I couldn’t even be sure that the noises I was making were human anymore. Kade’s body gave in not long after, and his impassioned cries filled the bedroom.

I concentrated on my breathing, trying to hold onto some simple action as my mind reeled. I closed my eyes, trying to fathom the amazing sex we had just had. There was something dark hidden inside Kade, and he had let it out in the bedroom. I couldn’t get over how spent and satisfied I felt.

Each exhalation from Kade was a grunt. His body was lying on top of mine, and I felt so surrounded in the best way. He slid beside me and the two of us laid next to each other on our stomachs. It took us a long while to catch our breath, and when I turned to look at him, we both burst out in giggles. Whatever it was between us, it was strong.
 
It was strong enough not to need words.
 
Kade’s soft touch over my skin was enough.

Even in the dim light of his bedroom, I saw compassion and desire in Kade’s eyes. It was the last thing I saw before I fell into a deep and restful sleep.

I couldn’t believe how quickly Layne and I fell into an amazing rhythm. She was understanding of my every-third-day work schedule. After the first date, work was the only time we were apart. Even in such a short period of time, I had to admit that Layne changed my life.

Before she came along work had been stressful, and not the normal amount of stress a first responder feels. My work weighed on me, as if disaster was just around the corner. Layne helped me lift that burden, even if she didn’t know she was doing it.

I counted the hours until I could head to her apartment. It was two weeks of bliss until my past came back to haunt me. I didn’t see it coming, and because I had kept it from Layne, it blindsided her.

Dinner. Dinner was where everything went south, and it went south fast. Maybe I should have been more upfront with her, but things were going so well.
 
I didn’t want to sour her impression of me with a sob story. I was broken, and maybe I thought she could fix me. I was wrong, and it almost cost me my dream girl.

We found a place along the river, and Layne was sweet not to be upset that I hadn’t chosen a restaurant already. I was terrible at planning dates, and I figured I’d pick some shitty dive with an expensive menu. The weather was perfect for outside dining, and I thought things were going great until the waiter came over.

Layne put down the menu as he poured our water.

“Welcome to Tisch. We have a few specials tonight that I’d like to tell you about. If anything interests you, let me know. My name’s Marco…”

I couldn’t hear anything after that. The candle on the table began to go dim and my throat tightened up.
Marco.
I clenched my jaw and fought for control.
Marco.

I tried to smile at Layne, but she could see that something was up. I just shook her look off, trying to keep it together.
Marco.
I was coaching myself through something harrowing, trying to play it off like it was nothing. Each breath was a fight to take in.
Marco.
I flexed my thighs beneath the table, trying anything to release the tension or distract me. Nothing was working.

I took a drink of water and watched my hand shake as I tried to grab hold of my last shred of control. I closed my eyes, meditating on anything but the name.
Marco.

It killed me to look at her. She knew something was up. She wanted to say something. I could see it in her eyes, and it hurt me so much to see that look. My chest was aching, but the pain in my heart was coming from her, not from my shattered mind.

Marco.

Pushing the chair out from the table, I grabbed my jacket. “I’m sorry. I—”

There was nothing I could say to Layne to make her understand.
I
could barely understand. The world was closing in. The waiter stood back, and I moved past him. I forced myself to lay a hand on Layne’s shoulder, just some small gesture of apology, but I was out of control. I couldn’t even do something as simple as touch her.

I wanted anything but to scare her.
Marco.

Without another word, I headed back inside the restaurant, completely unaware of where the exit was, a cardinal sin for any firefighter, but my memory turned into a thick haze as soon as I’d heard that name.
Marco.
Bumping into a woman dressed in all black, I muttered, “Sorry.”

“Can I help you, sir?”

I flashed her a look, realizing she was the hostess. She could see something was wrong. “The door. Where’s the door?” By that time, my fingertips were beginning to tingle.