Page 3 of Dare to Live
Where the fuck was Lacey?
Suddenly, pain gripped my temples, and I winced.
What the fuck?I hadn’t had a migraine since my tumor was removed three years ago.
Tumor? No fucking way. The surgeon had removed all of the benign mass, but he’d also said it was possible another mass could grow back. I’d had scans done every year since.No, you haven’t, dude. It’s been over a year since your last one.
“Kade, you’re seeing a ghost again,” Maiken drawled in a lazy Southern accent, which I hadn’t heard from him in a while. “Are you okay?”
My vision blurred for a split second as my gaze rounded on him. “Just the onset of a headache.”
I blew out a breath when I heard the front door open. Then Lacey’s voice peppered the air. I took in another breath, more to help the knot in my stomach unwind at the fact that she was home.
I plastered on a smile, albeit a fake one since the pain in my head was throbbing.
Lacey glided in, dressed in shorts, showing off her toned legs. A tight T-shirt accentuated her beautiful breasts, and her long, wavy brown hair was piled up on her head. But what had my dick throbbing were those green eyes of hers that had a way of sucking me in each and every time.
She swung her gaze from Maiken to me. “What’s wrong?”
Maiken rose. “I was asking Kade for some advice. But then his head started hurting.”
Lacey rushed over to me. “Headache? Like migraine?” Her voice faltered.
Fuck.I knew what she was thinking.
I pulled her to me and kissed her on the lips. “It’s nothing.”
“I’m out of here,” Maiken said. “I’ll let myself out.” His shoes squeaked on the floor as he left.
Once I heard the door click, I buried my hands in Lacey’s thick hair. “Hi.”
She cupped my face, her chest rising and falling as she studied me. “When was the last time you had a headache?”
I chuckled. “Seriously, it’s nothing to worry about it.”
“You said that last time, and it turned out to be a tumor,” she complained. “It’s been a while since you had a checkup.”
I hadn’t had a moment to myself with teenagers in my life. “I know. And I’ll make an appointment with the doc.”
She sighed as she threw her arms around me. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was brutal.”
I shaped her hips before my hands landed on her ass. “Did you get my voice mail?”
“I did. I should’ve called, but I was set on getting home.” Her tongue darted out.
My dick jumped. “I made a roast.”
She flattened her hands on my chest. “Maybe later.” Then her hands were expertly and slowly dancing down my abs until she was unbuckling my belt. “I’m all yours for four days.”
Suddenly, that throbbing pain in my head settled in my groin. I scooped her up and into my arms then carried her into our bedroom. No amount of pain was going to ruin our evening.
Once in our bedroom, I set her down on our king bed. “I’ll start the bath water. Be right back.” I hurried into the en suite bathroom, turned on the hot water, poured in a copious amount of bubble bath soap, and added some eucalyptus crystals she loved.
On the way back into the bedroom, I began stripping, but when I laid eyes on her, I came to an abrupt halt.
She was propped up on a pillow, naked, legs open, massaging her breasts.
Fuuuuck!
