Kade let go of her hands and reached for her br**sts, pinching them lightly, making her feel the vibrating pleasure clear to her toes. Taking her hands again, he placed her hands over her ni**les. “Touch them. Whatever feels good,” he demanded.
Too close to climax to even think of feeling embarrassed, Asha took over working her br**sts, pinching her ni**les lightly, moaning her pleasure as Kade grasped her hips and took control. Holding her steady, he thrust up into her with powerful surges, groaning beneath her as he filled her over and over. “Jesus, you’re so hot and tight that I never want to come.” Kade panted harshly, the look on his face one of pure male erotic ecstasy.
Kade changed his position slightly, stimulating her clit with every stroke of his cock. His eyes were smoldering blue as he watched her touching herself as she whimpered and moaned her pleasure. “Christ! I can’t last much longer.” His plunges became deeper, harder, the stimulation to her clit more forceful. He moved one hand from her hip and pushed it close to the spot where they were joined, his thumb joining the friction of his cock, the stimulation to her clit so exquisite that Asha cried out. “Kade!”
Asha imploded, screaming Kade’s name and digging her short nails deeply into his shoulders as she rode the waves of her climax, the pulsations going on for what seemed like forever. She milked Kade’s c**k with her contractions, and he let out a rapturous groan and pulled her mouth down roughly to his in a kiss that left her breathless, spilling his warm release deep inside her.
Their bodies still connected, Asha sprawled on top of his heaving chest, her body a completely mindless heap of quivering flesh.
“I’ve never—that was—” Asha stammered, trying to put into words the way she was feeling…and failing. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she ended up saying breathlessly.
“It’s never happened like that for me either, baby,” Kade answered, his voice husky and raw.
Kade stroked her back, both of them trying to recover their breath. Words were inadequate, and Asha gave up trying to verbalize her tangled emotions. She just lay there quietly with Kade, savoring the afterglow of an experience so incredible that it had shattered her world. After she could breathe again, she said teasingly, “I’ve watched you do a lot more cardio and never break a sweat.”
“It’s you,” Kade answered mischievously. “Your incredible body nearly gives me a heart attack. You’ll play hell with my ego. I pride myself on stamina, but what just happened goes beyond physical strength.”
Asha actually giggled; the thought of any man lusting after her body so intensely was almost inconceivable to her. But Kade obviously did. The same way she lusted after him. What had just happened, they had experienced together. She was sure of it. “I guess you’ll have to work at improving,” she told him, still slightly breathless.
Kade brought his hand down on her backside with a playful whack. “You’re getting awfully cheeky and bossy. Now you’re really bruising my ego. Do I need improvement?”
She lifted her head and looked at him. “No. What just happened was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It was perfect,” she told him honestly.
All trace of humor gone, he answered, “Ditto, sweetheart.” He pushed the hair back from her face and kissed her sweetly, slowly, like he had all the time in the world and it was the most important thing he had to do.
Asha kissed him back, knowing her life had just changed irrevocably, and she’d never be the same.
Later that night, she redid her henna tattoo, and her butterfly emerged just a little more.
“I want you to help me locate Asha’s ex-husband and her foster parents,” Kade said with a deadly calm, looking from one man to the others sitting in his living room on Thanksgiving Day. He was hosting at his home. The women had kicked them all out of the kitchen today and given them clean-up duty, and Max, Sam, Simon, and Travis all looked at him, perplexed.
“Why?” Max asked curiously, taking a slug of the beer in his hand and giving Kade a confused look. “I thought she didn’t have anything to do with any of them anymore.”
Kade shuddered, the emotions he was trying to hold in check beating at him to let them come to the surface. Briefly, he tried to explain some of the abuse Asha had suffered, the men sitting around him listening intently. Kade took a long swallow of his beer before he finished, “I’ve seen the scars on her body, and I remember the doctor mentioned that he saw what looked like old rib fractures on her chest x-ray when she had pneumonia. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, thinking maybe she’d had an accident and they’d healed. But now, I’m thinking they weren’t caused by a damn accident.” Just thinking about Asha’s ex-husband beating her hard enough to break her ribs and leaving some of the scars he’d seen on her gorgeous body made him clench his fist around the bottle of beer in his hand. For a minute, he wondered if it might shatter.
“I’ll help you,” Max answered dangerously. “And I’m not even going to ask how you saw scars on her body.”
“Kill the bastard,” Simon grunted.
“I’m in,” Sam said, his voice low and threatening.
“Not happening,” Travis contradicted casually.
Four sets of angry male eyes shifted in his direction.
“What the f**k? I’d have thought you’d be the last one to have any qualms about this!” Kade slammed his empty beer on the coffee table, not giving a damn if it left a mark.
Travis shrugged, looking relaxed and in complete control of himself sitting in Kade’s recliner. “I don’t. He deserves to die for what he did to Asha. But you aren’t doing this for Asha; you’re doing it for yourself. Granted, I don’t know her well, but she doesn’t appear to be the type of woman who wants her brother, brother-in-law, and his friends to go to jail for murder.” Travis heaved a beleaguered, masculine sigh. “He can be destroyed in other ways, pay for what he’s done to her.”
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kade wasn’t sure much would placate his protective madness except death to the man who had beaten Asha nearly to death…more than once. Burying his head in his hands, he groaned, “I don’t think I can be satisfied with anything else. Just the fact that he beat her hard enough to probably leave her close to death makes me insane.”
“Me either,” Max rasped.