Best Kase Scenario (Hyde Series Book 2) Page 14

  Plunging into my bra, he pinched my nipple, rolling it. His other one went between my legs, his middle finger trailed through my wetness. “Like this?” His finger entered me with enough force to take me up onto my toes, the rest of his large hand still cupping me.

  My head shot back, landing on his shoulder.

  “Or this?” he asked, using his palm to put pressure on my clit.

  My moan turned to a growl when he stopped, ordering, “Upstairs.”

  I shook my head, taking a few steps before stopping in front of the couch. “Here.”

  “Up—”

  “Here,” I repeated, my voice firm. Unhooking and taking off my bra, I tossed it at him.

  Catching it easily, he dropped it as he prowled toward me. “Fuck yeah here.”

  His mouth covered mine, stealing my breath at the raw, brutal intensity of his kiss.

  Reaching into his boxers, I curled my fingers around his hardness. Shoving the fabric out of the way, I freed him and stroked up his full length. His muscles flexed and jumped in response.

  Breaking the kiss, I let go of him and nudged his shoulder. “Sit.”

  With a cocky smile, he dropped down and slouched, stretching his arm across the top of the couch.

  The position reminded me of when he’d come see me dance. As embarrassing and awkward as it’d been, I’d wanted it to be pleasure, not business, that had me moving on him.

  As I straddled him, there was no exaggeration in my movements. No hip swirl, hair flip, or shimmy shake. I wasn’t anyone but me.

  And as I watched his eyes heat and his cock jerk, I knew without a doubt I was who he wanted.

  Harlow, the person, not Flame, the dancer.

  Fisting his cock, I stroked his length. I lifted up and moved closer, the head of it only inches away when I stopped. “Balls.”

  “Yeah, I’ve got those, too.”

  I shifted away, sitting on his knees. “What’re the chances you’ve got a stash of condoms hidden in the couch?”

  He smiled, but shook his head. “Upstairs.”

  I scooted back and stood. “Don’t move.”

  “You couldn’t pay me to.”

  Turning, I ran to the stairs and got halfway up before pausing. Creeping down, I peeked my head around the wall. “Uhh, can we pretend that didn’t just happen? Or at the very least that it was cute and not super dingusy?”

  “Harlow, I’m so hard I’m seriously worried it’s my dick that’s gonna explode, not my ego inflated head. You wanting it even half as bad isn’t cute. It’s fuck all hot.”

  Heat shot through me, making me clench as my breath caught. “Yeah?”

  “Condom.”

  “Oh. Right.” I took the stairs two at a time.

  *******

  Kase

  I was fuckin’ dying.

  There was no way I was gonna be able to fuck Harlow and survive. Just the taste of her was enough to have me ready to blow my load.

  Baseball.

  Balls.

  Bat.

  Wood.

  Harlow touching my…

  Inhaling deeply, I blew the air out in a quick rush as I dragged my hand down my face. I rubbed my neck and tried to calm myself.

  I was in danger of being a two pump chump.

  “Got it,” Harlow called out, her face lit up like she’d found buried treasure.

  Spreading her long as fuck legs, she straddled me again with no hesitancy.

  Nope, I’m gonna be a one pump chump.

  I waited for her to hand me the rubber.

  Instead, Harlow bit down on the edge of the wrapper and tore it partway open.

  Nope. Fuck. Not even gonna make it one pump.

  Removing the condom, she paused for a second. She squinted as she looked at it closer.

  I flipped it the right way and handed it back to her.

  “Thanks,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink.

  Carefully, she held the tip of the condom and rolled it on with trembling fingers.

  My cock jumped, straining for her touch.

  For her.

  Still fisting the base of my dick, she went up on her knees before halting again.

  I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her slightly, allowing her to get the right angle.

  She gave me a small smile. Biting her lip, she lowered herself down.

  Heaven is a hot as fuck pussy that belongs to a cute as hell redhead.

  Clenching my teeth, I fought the urge to take over. Her nut bustingly tight pussy slowly inched down my dick until she had it all.

  Wiggling, she muttered something under her breath. Before I could ask what, she grabbed my shoulders and moved. Her lids lowered as she sped up. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine, her warm breath coming in little pants.

  Okay, she’s had enough time.

  I gripped her hips, my fingers digging in. Thankfully, Harlow didn’t seem to mind ‘cause I couldn’t get them to loosen. Lifting and pulling her back down, I raised my pelvis to meet hers.

  Her head fell back, her red hair swinging. Her soft moans grew louder.

  “Hands on my knees, ipo,” I ordered.

  She did as I said, her back arched, her perky tits in the air.

  Stretching my hand across, I used my thumb to rub her clit. The firm rotations and quick flicks had her movements becoming more hectic.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The incoherent curses sped up as she rode me, giving as good as she got. Her pussy tightened and legs tensed as she started to come. Hair swinging wildly, her tits bounced with each thrust, her nails digging into my knees.

  Wanting to give her everything, needing to, I kept a relentless pace. Only when I was sure she was done did I slow.

  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her upright. Taking her nipple in my mouth, I sucked and teased as I moved leisurely in her.

  She tried to bounce her hips. “More.”

  Biting down on her nipple, I flicked it with my tongue as I slammed up into her.

  “Yes!” she cried out, pushing herself against my mouth. Holding my dreads out of the way, she watched as I licked across her chest.

  Months wanting this, and I finally have her. Tasted her, felt her, fucked her.

  And I want more.

  Need it.

  Not even done, and I’m craving it again.

  Mine.

  I weaved my fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head. Pulling her face to mine, my thrusts became brutal.

  Rising and falling, she met me thrust for thrust. Full lips parted, she looked fuckin’ gorgeous as her eyes went hooded and unfocused. Her pussy squeezed me as she came.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, low and rough. Mindlessly, I slammed into her over and over as I came, feeling like I was never going to stop.

  Collapsing against the couch, I held her to me, not ready to break our connection. Silently, we caught our breath.

  Harlow lifted her head, pushing her wild hair out of her face. Her creamy skin was flushed, her lips swollen.

  Still surrounded by her, so drained I was probably dehydrated, I wanted her again. To feel her, to fuck her, to make her come.

  But it was more than that.

  “So, uhh,” she started, looking to the side before meeting my eyes again. “Can we do that again soon?”

  Letting my head fall back, I laughed as I pulled her mouth to mine.

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” she whispered against my lips.

  “Take it as a fuck yes,” I whispered back.

  *******

  Harlow

  When I walked into my house the next day, still sore, all I wanted to do was sleep for a month.

  Kase was right; his plans had taken the whole night.

  Mine took the morning, making me late for class.

  After school, I caught the bus to my car and headed home, intent on grabbing a quick nap.

  Heading for the stairs, I heard loud laughter coming from the office
. I tiptoed to avoid being heard.

  “Harlow,” David called out, exiting the room with an empty glass in his hand. “Come say hi.”

  I’m the worst ninja ever.

  Dropping my bag, I pasted on a fake smile. “Sure.”

  When my mom had started dating David, I’d hated him. While my dad was fair skinned with red hair, David was tanner with dark features. Dad was quiet and soft-spoken, David was friendly and boisterous.

  David was David, and no one was Dad.

  Once my mom started getting sicker, though, my feelings changed a little. I saw how David took care of her, how he loved her. It was different than how my dad had, but it was still there.

  He also loved Hadley and me, always bragging about us in a sincere way. There was never any condescendence or trying too hard.

  Even with all that, I didn’t like him.

  “Some of you already know her, but this is my daughter, Harlow,” David introduced me to the room, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.

  There were nine men, not including David, but only three of them were around his age. The rest were probably in their late twenties, which made sense. David’s investing firm specialized in the tech field. More specifically, they looked for new and innovative office gadgets and software to invest in.

  It was a surprisingly cool job that took him, and occasionally us, on trips and fundraisers.

  I waved in response to their greetings, keeping my forced smile in place as I ignored the way some of them were looking at me.

  Mixed in with the tech nerds and the business men was one guy that was unabashedly staring, making me feel like I was on stage at Wicked. While good looking, there was a cocky vibe to him.

  And not Kase’s endearing kind, either.

  I hoped for the techies’ sake that he was on their side, there to help them get the best deal.

  “Lots of homework?” David asked.

  I shook my head. “I’m gonna catch a nap before I go to the station this afternoon.”

  David grinned proudly, squeezing my shoulder. “She’s senior intern over at news nine. Always working so hard.”

  “Oh, that’s what I watch,” one of the older men said. “Isn’t Deborah just the sweetest?”

  As long as you’re comparing her to Satan…

  Nope, even then, she has him beat.

  Biting my tongue, I nodded.

  David lowered his voice as we walked to the door. “Before you go, have you seen…” Pausing, he shook his head and smiled. “Never mind, I’ll find it. Your mom and Abbey went shopping. I’m going to wrap things up here and leave to get Hadley, so you’ve got the afternoon to rest.”

  “Thanks,” I said, feeling guilty about my attitude.

  With another wave and forced smile, I headed up to my room.

  Grabbing my phone from my bag, I saw text.

  I kicked off my shoes and flopped onto the bed.

  Kase: Need a ride to your car?

  Me: I’m good, I took the bus to get it.

  Kase: No more bus. Too many crazies.

  Me: Well, yeah, when I was on it. But then I got off, and now they’re under crazy capacity again.

  Kase: You’re seriously fuckin’ cute.

  My chest warmed.

  Me: Thanks. I’d compliment you too, but I don’t want your inflated head to get in the way of your work.

  Kase: Probably a wise decision. Where are you?

  Me: In bed, about to snooze away the afternoon. What’s up?

  Kase: My dick now that I’m picturing you in bed.

  Reading his text, I fumbled my phone and almost dropped it on my face.

  Me: I’m fully clothed, if that helps.

  Kase: No, still fuckin’ sexy. Always.

  Clutching my phone to me, I grinned and laughed, letting my happiness sink in.

  Me: Not always. I once dressed like Gandalf for a midnight premiere.

  Kase: Fuck. Now I’m gonna have Lord of the Rings wood.

  Me: It was actually for The Hobbit.

  Kase: Get some rest, ipo. I’ll pick you up after the station. Pack a bag.

  Me: Okay.

  Before I dropped my phone on my face, I put it next to me and rolled over onto my side.

  I was asleep before I could even undress.

  Chapter Ten

  Lani and the Currents

  Harlow

  Shit, I overslept.

  Shooting out of bed, I started throwing off my wrinkled clothes. I snatched a pair of black wide legged trousers and a red scoop neck top out of my closet.

  After hurriedly dressing, I turned toward the door and caught sight of my clock, only to see I wasn’t late at all.

  “Balls, it happened again,” I muttered to myself.

  I looked at my phone and saw a new text from Kase.

  That explains what woke me up.

  Kase: Stupid for you to take your car and leave it. Be there in 20 to pick you up.

  Me: You sure?

  Kase: Already halfway there.

  Resuming my rushing, I touched up my makeup and pulled my hair back into a braid. I dropped down on my knees to hunt for my pumps, digging under my bed.

  “I’d kill for this view every time I walked into a room,” I heard from behind me.

  I jumped, lifting my head and hitting it on the frame. “Ouch!”

  “Sorry, ipo, didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Looking over my shoulder, I saw Kase standing close behind me. “What’re you doing here?”

  “Told you I was coming.”

  “No, I mean what’re you doing in my room?” I pushed the blanket out of the way.

  “Your ma let me in on her way out.”

  “Sorry, I’m running late. I can’t find my shoes.”

  Kase picked a pillow off my floor to reveal my lost pumps. “These ones?”

  “Yes, thank you.” When I moved to stand, Kase’s hand settled in between my shoulders, keeping me in place as he knelt behind me.

  He curved his body over mine, his hard cock pressed against my ass. Grabbing my braid, he pulled my head to the side. His lips trailed up my neck as he whispered, “How was your day?”

  I tilted my ass up. “Better.”

  Wrapping his arm around my chest, he rubbed my breast over my shirt. “We gotta go.”

  “I can be late.”

  He chuckled, biting my earlobe before sitting back. “No you can’t.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him as he stood. “Fine, we’ll be fast.”

  He raised an eyebrow.

  “Okay, fast-ish,” I corrected.

  “Not fuckin’ you in your ma’s house.”

  Sighing, I got up and put my shoes on. “You’re a tease.”

  Smirking, he kept eye contact as he reached down and adjusted his hardness.

  Total flippin’ tease.

  *******

  “What’re you doing?” Kase asked.

  Glancing back at him, I was unsurprised to see his lips were curved up. Not in a mocking or condescending way, of course. He just seemed to enjoy my weirdness.

  Which was good because I was weird a lot.

  My chest warmed as I returned his smile. “Uhh, fixing dinner?”

  After an uneventful and insanely dull afternoon at the station, Kase picked me up. We grabbed Thai takeout on the way to his place.

  He opened two beer bottles. “By putting the food in the freezer?”

  “I told you, I like my noodles cold. Don’t worry, I dished yours out already.”

  “I thought that was just Chinese food.”

  I shook my head, adding some coconut curry to my plate. “I like my Italian pasta hot. But I always eat my Asian noodles cold.” Grabbing both plates, I set them on the table. “I know, I’m strange.”

  Kase moved in close behind me, his arms going to either side of me as he put our drinks down. His lips grazed my ear. “Yeah,” he whispered. “But I like it.”

  “Hey,” I protested, my voice airier than I was going for
. “You’re not supposed to agree with me. At least put a positive spin on it.”

  “There’s nothing to spin ‘cause there’s nothing bad about it.” Moving away, he grabbed the container from the freezer. “Even if you do ruin perfectly good noodles.”

  Sticking my tongue out at him, I sat and finished plating my food before we dug in.

  “Any good scandals today?” he asked.

  “Nope. I got wild and compiled data on five years’ worth of property tax comparisons.”

  “And you’re paid to get crazy like that?”

  “I know.” I put my hand to my chest. “I’m just so blessed.”

  “You know we jinxed you, right? The next week will probably be insanity.”

  I grimaced and shook my head. “Shh. Don’t say that. I start at Rye tomorrow; I need some calm while I deal with the new chaos.”

  Kase put his forearms on the table and leaned closer. “You’re starting so soon?”

  “Yeah. Rhys called today to see if I could.”

  “Crash here after.”

  “It’ll be crazy late so—”

  “Crash here after,” he repeated.

  “Like I was saying,” I started, throwing a noodle at him. “It’ll be crazy late so I’d love to.”

  Kase stared at me, his expression blank as he picked the noodle off his arm.

  Oh God, is he one of those guys? He’s always joking, no way is he gonna get pissy about a noodle.

  Right?

  Suddenly, he popped it into his mouth. “Harlow?”

  “Yeah?”

  He grinned. “It’s almost as nasty as iced coffee.”

  I rolled my eyes, but did it returning his smile.

  *******

  “Cheek to the bed, ipo,” Kase ordered, gliding in and out of me.

  “But I wanna see you.”

  “You will. Now ass up higher, and cheek down.”

  Steadying my knees, I lowered my face to the cool sheet.

  When he pushed into me again, his cock hit a different, deeper angle.

  I moaned, trying to move against him.

  His large hand settled between my shoulder blades. “Slow.”

  “Fuck sl…” My words trailed off when he rubbed my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure.