“Why would I…? What do you want?” Her tone has turned hostile.
“You filed charges against him. I want to know what exactly he made you do that was so horrible.”
“Are you a reporter?”
“No.” I cross my fingers, hoping that was the right response. “I’m asking for a friend who likes Kaden. Did he hurt you? Did he force anything on you?”
“Kaden never forced me.” Her voice drops. “He’s a bit rough in bed but that wasn’t… Oh God, I don’t know. I shouldn’t have filed those charges. I used to hang out with a guy at Moonlight and he told me bad things about Kaden, told me how he was a pervert and that he asks weird things of all the girls he goes out with. I freaked out.”
I realize I’m holding my breath. I let it out slowly. “So it was a mistake?”
“Yes, it was a mistake. Tell your friend that.” She pauses for a second. “It’s Christmas time. Time for forgiving, love and understanding, right? Take care of Kaden. Make him happy. He’s a good guy.”
She disconnects and I am left staring outside, my fingers clenching on the phone. Here’s my answer.
And now I need to help Kaden get his brother back.
“Oh yeah,” Kaden murmurs, his breathing harsh. He’s leaning back in the armchair, his legs spread, one hand resting over the bulge there. “Show me, girl.”
I grin at him as I unclasp my bra and slowly drag the straps down my arms. I don’t let the bra fall, cupping my breasts over the lace, and lick my lips.
He groans, pressing down on his hard-on. He loves watching me undress, touch myself. And I like it, too. It’s exciting to see how much I turn him on. He’s so beautiful as he gives in to his desires.
We’ve been going out—dating? maybe?—for the past three weeks. We haven’t tried much yet, but it’s the third time I strip for him and it makes me feel…sexy. Desirable. More wanted than ever.
He misses no chance to show his appreciation.
Like now. “God, girl, you’re killing me. Show me those tits. They’re so perfect. You’re beautiful, Hailey, fuck…”
My pulse spikes at his words, and the way his broad chest rises and falls unevenly, the way his green eyes turn black with arousal.
I let the bra fall and cup my girls, stroking over my nipples with my thumbs.
“You’re hot,” he rasps, the knot in his throat moving as he swallows. “Fuck… take off your panties.”
I slide my hands down my stomach, then to the sides, and push down my panties, an inch at a time. When I’m done, I glance up at him and smirk.
“Christ. Open your legs. Do it.”
I open them slowly, and his breath hitches.
He looks into my eyes and one side of his full mouth tips up. “Come here.”
I rise and walk over to him. He likes to watch, but he also likes to sink inside me, and God, I love it. So I reach down and stroke his hard-on through the fabric of his pants—and his head falls back, letting me.
Unzipping his jeans, I draw out his thick, long cock. It’s flushed and wet with precum. It twitches in my hand, and a groan rumbles in Kaden’s chest.
“Everything,” he whispers. “Everything feels good with you.”
We haven’t tried the spanking or any of the other ass work yet, but I’m excited about it. He’s careful with me, never pushing me too far. Careful, yet r
ough when I want him to be. My heart swells as I look at him, his handsome face twisted with desire as I tug on his hard-on.
His hand closes over mine and he guides his cock into me, his other hand gripping my hip, steadying me. His pretty eyes go hazy with lust as he sinks inside me, taking his time, letting me adjust to his girth. I splay my hands on his bare chest, the play of solid muscles under my palms distracting me from the stretch—until it changes into pure pleasure, making me gasp with it.
“Hay…” He calls me that when we’re alone together, and sinks another inch deeper, balls-deep. “Fuck, yeah…”
I slide my hands up to his powerful shoulders and roll my hips. He grunts, and I moan as the pleasure expands, rushing up my spine, making my nipples throb and my pussy clench.