Page 56 of Cold Foot Curse

What a beautiful thing to finally have her mind be so quiet that she could hear this. What a gift Kade had given her.

She lifted her lazy gaze to the window and looked out into the night. They’d just fucked in his truck, parked in her driveway. Classy. A giggle took her. “I’m a ho.”

The rumble of his deep chuckle felt good vibrating against her cheek.

“You are anything but a ho.”

“I didn’t last but a few days around you.”

“Technically you lasted years. I cut your hand a long time ago, and you cut mine.”

She smiled and lifted her hand to look at the scar there. Her arm felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. It looked just like it always did. The drum in her mind held steady.Bum. Bum. Bum.

How strange it was to feel so completely and utterly connected to someone. How incredible.

They stayed like this for ten minutes more, just relaxed against each other, but the strange drumming in her mind didn’t go away.

“Do you hear that?” she asked, easing up to look at him.

“Hear what?” Kade’s hooded eyes looked happy and relaxed.

She mimicked the vibrating sensation in her head. “Bum. Bum. Bum. Bum. It’s like a rhythmic whooshing sound.”

A slight frown confiscated Kade’s face. “I don’t hear anything, pretty girl.”

Huh. Jess plugged and unplugged her ears, but it sounded the same either way. Perhaps the blood had rushed to her head while they were fucking or something.

“Want me to tuck you in?” he asked.

“I need you to get home safe and text me when you get there,” she murmured. “I’ll do my walk of shame alone.”

He snorted. “Walk of fame, woman. Ain’t no shame in what we just did.” He leaned forward and kissed her neck, tickling her as he did and she squirmed to the side as a giggle-fit took her.

“I’m going to need you to not watch me stumble to the door,” she told him.

“Mmm, no deal. I want to see you lose your balance at least twice or I know I didn’t do my job.”

She laughed and struggled ungracefully into her leggings. “Fine, but no pictures.”

“Deal. I’ll take video.”

“Kade!”

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about being balls-deep inside of you, woman? I’m savoring this. I’ll savor it tomorrow too.”

“Oh, you think you’re getting an invite tomorrow, do you?” she teased.

“I’ll bring you food,” he bargained.

She scoffed. “How easy do you think I am?”

“I’ll bring you a double portion of fried rice.”

She froze and couldn’t think of a single argument. That sounded so good right now. “Make it shrimp fried rice and I’ll think about it.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, nipping at her neck. “Wear the lacy bra again.”

“You like it?” she asked, pulling her tank top on. She had plans to just carry her bra inside.

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