Then, it’s just me and Kade.
I cross my arms, mouth twisting to the side as I wait for him to say something.
“Uh…” He looks around, cocking a confused brow. “Am I in trouble or something?”
“What are you doing?”
“Currently? Standing in a tent with you wondering why you look like you want to murder me right now.”
“I mean, with Miss Tits for Brains out there.” I cringe. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, I’m sure she’s lovely and very intelligent and driven and resilient.”
Kade chuckles. “I wouldn’t know, I just met her.”
“Well, you seem to be very acquainted, judging by how she just wrapped her hand around your cock in front of your brothers and me and God and everyone else.”
A moment of silence passes, and Kade’s smirk climbs higher as he crosses his arms over his chest, his stance even cockier with that damn belt hanging around his hips. “Jess… are you jealous?”
“No.”
“No?” he asks, taking a step toward me. “Because it kind of seems like you might be jealous.”
“I’m not.”
“Then why’d you pull me in here?”
He’s still walking toward me, and I take a few steps back, until I run into one of the several cocktail tables set up inside the tent. Just as I do, three Omega Chi brothers stumble into the tent. Kade turns around and points at the door they just came through, and they laugh, all drunk, throwing their hands up before exiting again.
“I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” Kade pushes again when we’re alone. “We had a deal, did we not?”
“We did.”
“You’ve been a great instructor; I was just testing out my skills.”
I scoff.
His brow arches higher, and he moves into my space, trapping me between his hot, toned body and the table behind me. My hands press into his chest, and he places his palms flat on the table, staring down his nose at me.
“If you want to re-negotiate our terms,” he husks. “I’m all ears.”
I want to growl. I want to scream and slap him and shove him away and spit on him for good measure.
But I also want him to take those big bear hands of his and put them on every inch of me.
Jesus Christ, what is happening?
And it’s then that I realize it.
I like him.
I fucking like him, and I hate myself for it, but it’s true. Somewhere between all the teasing and fucking and fooling around, I started liking the time we spend together.
And he’s right.
I am jealous.
Fuck.
“Fine. I still want to teach you,” I say, dragging my nails slowly down his chest to his abdomen. Each inch lower makes his cock twitch, growing where it’s pressed against me, and I instantly react to the power I feel from having that effect on him. “Because God knows, you still have a lot to learn.”
“I’m sure I do,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“But if I’m going to teach you, then I want to reap the benefits.”
“And?”
“And…” I say, dragging my fingertips down lower. I slip them under the band of his shorts and revel in the stiff inhale it elicits from him. “I want to be the only one who gets to reap the benefits.”
I try to shove my hand down his pants, but he stops me, wrapping his hand around my wrist with force. “Meaning?”
“Fuck you, Kade,” I say, writhing in his grasp with my swimsuit so wet you would have thought I’d already been in the water. “Don’t make me say it.”
“If you want me inside you right now,” he whispers, using his free hand to skate up the inside of my thighs. His thick knee presses between them, spreading me wider, my back aching where I’m pressed against the table. “You have to say it.”
“Fuck,” I moan, ripping my hands free of his grasp to hold onto his shoulder. His thigh rubs against my swimsuit, the friction heating my clit, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
“Come on, Jess,” he teases, releasing the belt around his waist with one snap. In the next breath, he reaches into his shorts and pulls his cock out, holding it, throbbing and hard in his hand, right between my thighs. “What. Do. You. Want.”
I’m practically salivating, and in that moment, I’d say anything to have his dick inside me.
I convince myself that’s why I reach up on my tiptoes and bite his lower lip, sucking it between my teeth before I whisper, “Be mine.” My hand wraps around his cock, replacing his, and I grab his ass, making him thrust into my grip. “And make me yours, too.”
Kade answers with a growl, whipping me around to face the table so fast I have no choice but to brace myself on it. My fingers have barely wrapped around the edges before one of his hands is crooking me at the hips, and the other is yanking my swimsuit to the side, and in the next inhale, I’m filled to the brim — all at once, brutally and punishing, a claiming thrust that kills me as much as it makes me feel alive.