“Yes,” she whimpered. “Again. Please, Kale. Again.”
Fuck. The way she said my name like that had my balls tightening, but I gave her what she wanted. I dived in again, pulled back until only the tip was breaching that soaked pussy, and then thrust deep. Her walls contracted around my shaft, sucking me deeper and trying to trap me inside. I would have gladly stayed there for the rest of my damn life, but she begged for more.
I gave her everything she asked for. I probably bruised her deep inside, but she didn’t care. And all I could think about as I pushed her over the edge with yet another release was that I was going to wipe out the memory of every other bastard who had ever touched her.
***
We woke up late the next morning, had a quick breakfast, and then I rushed us out the door before I was tempted to carry her back to bed and keep her there until I had to leave on Sunday. She had work, though, and I couldn’t keep her
from that.
I drove her home and went upstairs with her so she could grab her gear and a few clothes. She was staying with me until I went on tour, and during that time, I was going to try to convince her to either stay at my apartment while I was gone or with Jenna. Hell, even Angie and Kin were okay with me as long as Santana wasn’t under the same roof with a man who I didn’t trust.
She unlocked her door and stepped in without hesitation. Apparently, Wade was gone. She must have not seen his car in the parking lot, so he was probably at work today. Good. That would give me and Gray time to go over to The Way and have a little chat with that fucker before she finished work today.
Tossing her heels aside as she led me into the apartment, she stepped up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “Make yourself comfortable. Sage doesn’t get out of bed before noon most days. I just have to change and grab my stuff, and then we can go.”
I pulled her in close before she could step back. Giving her a real kiss, I waited until she melted against me before lifting my head.
“Take your time, doll.”
With a little sigh that had me thinking about taking her back to my place and locking the doors after all, she hurried toward her room.
“Be right back.”
While she was busy, I made her some coffee in the kitchen. After finding a travel mug, I fixed her a cup the way I had seen her make it at my place. After raiding her pantry, I found a few granola bars. My girl needed to keep up her energy if we were going to have another night like we had the night before. Neither of us had gotten much sleep, and if I had anything to say about it, we wouldn’t be getting much that night or any night from then to Sunday.
By the time Santana came out with her camera gear slung over one arm and an overnight bag in her hands, I had her a small lunch packed to go with the coffee and granola.
I took the camera case from her, along with the bag.
“What’s this?” She lifted a brow when I offered her the coffee and the small bagged lunch. Taking a sip, she groaned when she tasted the coffee, her eyes growing huge. “This is perfect,” she said with a sigh. Stepping up on her tiptoes again, she gave me a soft, quick kiss. “Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”
I dropped her off at her studio with the promise of picking her up later. She didn’t ask what my plans were, and I was glad, because I hadn’t wanted to lie to her. I figured she wouldn’t want me to talk to her roommate’s boyfriend, but there was no way in hell I was leaving town without that little fucker knowing Santana was mine now and I wasn’t going to let him pull the shit he had been getting away with for so long.
Gray was already waiting for me outside his apartment building when I pulled up. His face was stormy, but he didn’t offer to share what was eating at him, and I didn’t ask. I knew it wouldn’t have mattered if I did or not. If Gray wanted to tell me something, he would. If he figured it was none of my business, not even torture could have gotten it out of him. I respected his privacy, and he respected mine. It had made our friendship stronger over the years.
The lunch hour was just starting when I pulled up in front of The Way, where a valet was eager to take my car off my hands.
“Treat her well,” I called over my shoulder as Gray and I headed into the restaurant.
Santana had said the place was upscale, but that was an understatement. The Way was the kind of place where the plates costed hundreds of dollars. Gray and I could both afford it now, but at one time, I would have been washing dishes just to pay for a damn salad from this kind of place.
An older woman with long, platinum hair and the kind of smooth face that only a plastic surgeon could give her at her age smiled brightly at us as we approached her. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Will you be joining us for lunch today?”
“We thought we’d give this place a try,” Gray told her, shooting her that grin that got Kassa to do just about anything he wanted. This chick wasn’t any more immune to the sight of his dimple than any other woman on the planet. “Actually, we’d like to eat at the bar, if you don’t mind, love. We heard that you have a really good bartender. Wade, I think she said his name was.”
“Wade is working today,” she assured him. “I think we have plenty of room at the bar. Come this way.”
We followed her at a slow pace, both of us taking in the whole place. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like waterfalls. The way the light seemed to glow out off each raindrop-shaped crystal pendent reminded me of Santana, so bright and beautiful. There were three levels of seating, and not one booth in the entire place. The tables were covered in beige-colored tablecloths with silver cutlery and crystal wine glasses. Exotic-scented flowers were arranged throughout the place that smelled nice, but after a little while, they started to give me a headache.
The hostess led us to the second level where the bar was located. It took up most of the back wall, with at least a dozen people seated at it, having drinks and eating lunch. There were still at least thirty more open chairs spread around the bar, though, and after Gray whispered something in her ear, the woman showed us to two quiet seats at the end, well away from the others.
She practically purred as she handed him a menu once we had taken our seats. “Anything you need, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Gray winked at her then waited until she was gone before tossing the menu on the bar top. “So, where’s this Wade dude? There are like three different bartenders back there.”
My eyes were already on them, trying to figure out which one was the one giving my little doll a hard time. There was only one chick, who was mixing fruity-looking drinks for the women at the other end of the bar. She was cute in a Barbie doll kind of way with her long, blonde hair pulled into a neat ponytail on top of her head. Her makeup was casual, and I saw a tiny glint from a stud she had in her nose. Definitely not Wade.