“I’m coming.”
It’s the only warning I get before I feel the spurts of his cum hitting the back of my throat in hot, thick jets, and I do my best to swallow it all. Having reached its peak, his orgasm gradually subsides and his movements slow until it’s over. His cock slips from my mouth when he steps back and collapses onto the couch. I splutter, gasping for air as I swallow the remnants of saliva and cum still in my mouth before wiping my chin on the back of my hand and letting my head fall back onto the sofa cushions with my eyes closed.
Our heavy pants fill the room, and the silence that stretches between us is intense. I’m not sure what to say or do, and I’m extremely aware of the fact I just sucked off my abductor and enjoyed it…probably far more than I should’ve. Emmett draws me to him like a moth to a flame, and I’m wondering how deeply I’ll be burned by his touch.
I smile when I feel his fingers stroking my cheek, and I lean toward him. I keep my eyes closed while he traces the contours of my face with his fingertips, running them lightly over the skin. Tingles spread down my body and goosebumps erupt all over my skin; I let out an involuntary shiver. In spite of the unusual circumstances surrounding our situation, not to mention the mysterious origins of his connection with my parents, I’m strangely glad to be here.
“So how do you know my parents?” I ask, unable to hold the question back any longer.
Emmett’s hand stops moving…only for a split second, but it’s long enough for me to notice the hesitation. I open my eyes and turn to look up at him. He appears to be deep in thought, and I see a flash of something in his eyes, which he quickly smothers when he notices me watching.
“I told you when we met I’m an old family friend,” he says, enunciating each word carefully.
“Well, I don’t believe that’s the whole truth. I asked Mom about you, but all she'd tell me is that you’re no good and to stay away. She said you left town for a good reason and never came back.” I twist around to face him fully and instantly mourn the loss of his touch, but my eagerness to find out more about him has taken over all my thoughts.
Nothing he could tell me will change what I think of him, or how I’m beginning to feel about him. I’m slipping further every single day, finding myself watching him when we’re in the same room. Each lingering touch on my skin leaves a trail of fiery desire in its wake…I want Emmett.
“I didn’t leave by choice, Kade. I wouldn’t have left if I’d thought there was another way. I was out of options. My whole damn life would've been ruined if I’d ignored their threats,” he growls, putting his head in his hands.
“Who?” I ask; although something tells me I already know.
“Your mom and Preston. Look, I don’t want to talk about this right now,” Emmett snaps, getting to his feet and storming from the room.
He leaves me alone, wondering what the actual truth is, and a little bit pissed off at his refusal to tell me. Yeah, I get it’s probably none of my business, but I want to know who exactly I’ve entrusted myself to. I guess as the abductee, though, I should be grateful to have as much freedom as I do even if it’s more of an illusion than a reality.
Letting out a sigh, I get to my feet and follow after him. I’m not going to drop this any more than he’s going to take me home. I'll get those answers from him regardless of whether or not I’m going to like what he has to say.
However, I’ve got no idea what could be so terrible that he can’t just tell me.
Chapter 8
Emmett
Kade is asking me the one thing I have no wish to discuss. How would I even start that conversation, and what the hell would he think if he knew the truth? Our relationship is nothing like it should be, and I don’t know whether it’s because I’ve never had the chance to build the right one with him to begin with or because we were always destined to be more than purely family.
There’s no way I’ll be able to hide this forever, and I know someday soon it’s all going to come to light. I just hope he doesn’t hate me when he knows the truth. I wasn’t lying about being an old friend of his mom’s, but I’ve never once indicated exactly how close I was to her. I loved her, and I loved Preston, but when it came down to it, I loved them both too much. It ended in heartbreak, and I was the one who lost everything.
I
hear him come into the kitchen after me. Kade’s eyes are burning into my back. His gaze penetrates me even without looking at him, but I don’t turn around. I want to face him…I want to tell him, but the fear of how he’ll react is holding me back. I’m not ready to shatter this imperfect illusion just yet. I want it to last a little longer and to savor the time I’m finally getting to spend with him after so many years apart.
“I don’t know what’s so bad you can’t tell me, but it’s not going to change anything,” he says seriously, sounding so much older than his seventeen years.
It’ll change everything.
“Leave it alone, Kade, please,” I beg, and the pain behind my words is clear to my own ears, so I know he must’ve heard it too.
His footsteps are soft as he pads across the kitchen tiles in his socks. When he wraps his arms around me from behind and rests his head on my shoulder, the warmth radiating from his body seeps into me. My goddamned heart is breaking, and the boy behind me is the only one with the power to repair it or shatter it further…he has no fucking idea.
I let out a shaky breath and slowly turn to face him. He’s standing there with a frown marring his young, handsome face. I’m struck once again by his piercing hazel eyes, which are so similar to my own; the color of them is a perfect blend of my brown and his mom’s green.
I lift a hand to his chin, and tilting his head up to face me, I feel the crease form between my eyebrows as I stare down at him. My lip twitches in a slow smile. Kade is gorgeous: his body is lightly toned, his ice-blond hair is messy and hangs over his hazel eyes, framing a face that is all sharp angles. He’s still slim, but in the short time he’s been with me, he’s regained all the weight he lost since the funeral and has started to fill out. He looks healthy, and until I put that worried expression on his face, he’d been happy and smiling…a hell of a lot more here with me than before I stole him away from his mother.
“Kade, you’ve no idea, and trust me, you don’t want to know,” I murmur, snatching his lips with mine in a desperate kiss.
I twist my fingers in his hair and hold him to me. Kade moans into my mouth, and when he opens up to me, I dip my tongue inside. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I groan against his lips, deepening the kiss until we’re fighting for air, but neither one of us is willing to submit to the other. The push and pull between us is intense, and every time I pull back a little, Kade tugs me closer to him. Our bodies are pressed together, and I spin us around to lean him against the countertop. I run my hands up and down his back beneath his shirt, lightly digging my nails into his skin while he gasps into my mouth.
Breaking away I attempt to move back, but he attacks my neck: kissing, biting, tasting, and I’m fucking helpless to do anything but let him. I thought I was making him mine, but Kade is owning me in this moment. I ought to stop this and confess everything I’ve kept buried for so long. I should admit all of my past mistakes, but the feel of his tongue, lips, and teeth on my skin is driving me to distraction. There’s nothing but me and him. I want to keep up the pretense this is normal, and we’re simply an ordinary couple; there’s nothing simple or ordinary about our relationship, though. It’s sick and twisted, but I don’t fucking care because I want this…I want Kade, and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want, not even the truth.