Page 30 of Fractured Loyalties
I try to focus on his hands and the way he is exploring my body as if he’s mapping out a country he already owns. When he finds the zipper at the side of my dress, he stops.
He looks me dead in the eye. “It’s not a big deal if you don’t want to,” he says, and for a second, he sounds as if he means it.
“I do,” I lie, because it’s easier than explaining the static in my head—and the fact I can’t get Roman’s glare out of my drunken mind.
Then, Kade kisses me again, harder this time, while pushing me back until my shoulders ache against the shelves. I lose track of his hands, lose track of everything but the taste of vodka and the pulse of his mouth on my skin. He slides the dress up my thigh, fingers tracing the lace edge of my panties.
I shiver, but not from cold.
He laughs into my ear, low and dirty. “You’re shaking.”
I want to say something clever, but the words tangle on my tongue.I’m drunk, that’s why I feel like this.ButI just nod and let him move my hand to his belt. The leather is warm from his body. My fingers tremble as I fumble with the buckle, and he laughs again, but not unkindly.
“Want me to do it?” he says, and before I can answer, he’s already freed himself, pushing his jeans just low enough. Hepresses my hand to his cock, and I flinch at the heat of it, the slick tip already leaking.
For a second, I freeze. But then I remember what it feels like to be alone, and to have no one’s hands on me, so I close my fist around him, just like he wants.
He groans, grinding into my palm. “Oh, Ivy, you’re so fucking pretty.”
The words make me want to cry, but I don’t. I stroke him, slowly at first, then harder as he sets the rhythm. He hikes my dress to my waist, hooks a thumb in my panties, and pulls, the fabric digging into my hip until it snaps free.
Then, he spins me around suddenly, and I reach for the shelves to steady myself. However, my head is spinning so hard now that I can barely put together what’s happening around me.
And why Kade’s not touching me anymore.
“What the fuck?” I hear Kade’s voice erupt from somewhere behind me. Something slams from behind me, but I can’t let go of the shelves, terrified that I’ll fall.
I squeeze my eyes shut in the dark, trying to steady my breaths and get ahold of myself.
Just breathe for a moment,I tell myself. I count to ten in my head, and then try to straighten up. But my knees give, and I feel myself sliding downward.
Until I’m not.
Hands land on my hips. “Easy,” a voice voice breathe, a cheek resting against my temple. “I’ve got you.” The deep huskiness of the voice blurs in my mind, and a wave of arousal I don’t understand pours over me.
Suddenly, Iwantsomething inside of me.
I thrust my hips back before he can pull my dress down, grinding against the man holding me. “Please,”I whimper, grinding against him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispers.
“Yes.” I nod, desperation building.
There’s a moment of silence, then the hesitant unzipping, and finally the pressure of something against my opening. He swipes the head of his cock up and down through my slit, letting out a low growl. “There’s no going back once we do this.” His voice is still in a whisper, and my legs tremble against him.
“I know,” I murmur, and surprise myself by pressing back into him with more force. “I don’t care, just fuck me.”
He lets out a groan, and plunges deep inside of me.
I cry out, but a hand comes down over my mouth, muffling the sound. I brace against the shelves as he pounds into the back of me. His body pumps into mine and it’s pure heat, burning me from the inside out. He fucks me hard, his hips slapping my ass, his breath ragged in my ear as he leans over.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my pussy clenching around his shaft. I can barely contain the orgasm, and as I shut my eyes and barrel toward the peak…
I seehim.
Fucking Roman.In my mind, it’s him who’s driving me over the edge, in a pure, shameful rush.
Wait, whoisfucking me? Kade?
