Tainted Love: Sinful Souls MC #3 (14 page)

I pull open the passenger seat door and slide in. Ade puts his belt on and roars the car to life before putting it in reverse.

“Who’s Drago?” I ask out of curiosity.

“He’s our computer nerd. He’ll sort out anything we need to know about that van,” he replies, putting it into first gear and pulling out of the hospital.

“Are you hungry?” he asks looking over his arm.

“Starving.”

We pull up to an in-and-out burger place. Ade orders the whole burger joint, and I fold my arms in disbelief.

“I’m not going to eat that much.” He laughs before pulling out of the drive through.

“Take a left up here, it takes you onto the boardwalk,” I say grabbing the chips out of the bag. It’s a habit I have, it’s as though they call to me begging me to eat them. We pull up to the carpark and I turn in my seat, putting one chip after the other in my mouth.

“You wanna eat here or out there.” I point toward the beach.

He laughs, rubbing his fingers over his mouth. “Come on my little chip eater,” he says laughing and picking up the bag of fast food.

Sliding out of the car I follow him to the beach. It’s beautiful here, so serene and peaceful. He stops walking and nudges his head, so I pick up my pace and grab onto his hand. Once we’ve sat down, Ade lies on his back, propping himself up on one elbow. I pull my burger out and moan as I take the first bite from it. He laughs putting a chip into his mouth.

“That good, huh?” he asks, swiping the sauce from my lips with his thumb before sucking it off.

I nod. “Really, really, good. Good enough to not want to go for a run just for eating it.”

He shakes his head and kisses my hand. “You’re pretty fucking special, you know that?”

I swallow the bite I’d taken and laugh. “Good special, I hope.”

His laughter dies out and he just smiles at me. “Real good, darling.”

“So,” I say, wiping my hands with the provided napkin. “You have no brothers or sisters?” I ask.

“Nah none. My parents were as fucked-up as they come. My dad more so than my mom,” he replies, looking out to the ocean.

“Your mom? She passed away when you were young?”

He doesn’t look to me, just keeps his eyes locked on the ocean. “Yeah, she killed herself when I was fifteen. Came home after a fight and found her sliced up on the kitchen floor. Lifeless.”

My eyes widen in shock. I’m speechless. No one should have to find their mother dead, let alone a fifteen-year-old boy discovering such a graphic scene.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter because I have no idea what else to say.

He pulls his eyes away from the ocean to look at me. “Don’t be sorry, I got over it pretty quickly.”

I raise my eyebrows out of shock at his choice of words. How would one get over that, let alone get over it so quickly? I don’t know what else to do, so I move into his arm and lay down with him. He looks down at me and smiles before pulling me under his arm and rolling on top of me.

“Ade…” I say in warning. He tilts his head to the side, smirks and places one of his legs inside mine.

“Kalie…” he mimics.

“Kalie-Rose, if you want to be formal.”

His eyes narrow and he sucks in a breath. “Kalie-Rose is your full name?”

I smile. “Kalie-Rose Reynolds is my full name. But yeah, Kalie-Rose is my full first name.”

His eyes search mine and he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “How did I get someone so fucking perfect?”

“Seriously, people will start staring soon,” I say, slowly turning bright red at his movements. His face holds that same smirk while he pulls on his other leg.

My eyes widen again. “You cannot—”

He grinds his hips into me in a circular motion. I moan out and bite my lower lip. He brings his head down to my neck and bites down.

“I’ll do what I want, baby.” Running his tongue all the way over my neck and up to my ear. I’m lost in my own little world of Ade and Kalie when it all stops and he gets off me. I frown and prop myself up on my elbows.

“No fair!” I pout, and he laughs, gripping onto my hands and pulling me up.

“We need to get back to this wedding before shit blows up.” He pulls me in for a kiss. When he lets me go, I pick up our rubbish and follow him back to the car.

On our way to my apartment, we talk as though we’ve known each other for years. Everything is so easy with him. However, I can’t help but feel it’s a little too easy, like the calm before the storm. No one gets this much of a good thing without a little crazy. The car shuts off and I jump out.

“I’m pretty sure you’re too big to even fit in my apartment door, but let’s try.”

He laughs while slamming his door closed. “You want me to stop shredding?”

I grab onto his humongous arms, my little hands can’t even wrap around half of his bicep. I shake my head and turn red. “Nope, definitely a no to that one.”

We begin walking into my apartment. Dropping my keys onto the bench I walk up into my room. “I won’t be long, just need to get a few things.”

I start to gather up my shampoo and conditioner when I feel him walk into my room. He looks around and for the first time ever, I feel self-conscious about what my room looks like. It’s all very casual and plain. My wooden bed sits in the middle of the room with bedside drawers on either side. There’s a long boy chest opposite the bed that has a large flat screen television on it, because, well, I love
Netflix
in bed. He walks up to my bedside table and picks up a photo. It’s a picture of me, Carter and Dominic. Swallowing hard I look up to find him staring at me, silently questioning the photo.

“Friends Ade. He’s just a friend.”

He puts the picture back down and moves to me.

“Friends, hmm? Did he, or did he not, make a move on you?” he asks.

“He was confused,” I reply nervously, looking around the room.

Ade wraps his hands around my neck and pulls me into him. I feel the bulge in his pants pushing up against my stomach, and it turns me on. He brings his lips down to my ear, running over the edges carefully, making my eyes close and a moan slip out.

“Let’s try that again pumpkin, and it would be in your best interests to be honest with me. Did he…” he licks around my earlobe, “or did he not…” running his hand down, cupping my ass and pulling me into him, “make a move on you?” he whispers into my ear, rubbing me roughly up against his dick.

I moan out and tilt my head back. “Yes, yes he did,” I whisper out, lost in my own little world. He hisses, picking me up and throwing me onto my bed. He removes his cut, T-shirt, and unbuttons his jeans, leaving them open and loose before crawling up the bed to me. I swallow and slide down the bed. He places both his fists on either side of my head, moving on top of me and widening my legs with his. He grinds his hips into me in a circular motion, bringing his mouth down to mine and licking me from my collarbone to my lips.

He just licked me
.

It felt predatory, possessive and proprietorial. It felt like a statement, and I would not want to be the person standing between Ade Nixon and what he wants. He unthreads his belt from his jeans and wraps it around my wrists. I look up to him studying his perfect features.

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

He laughs. “Teaching you a lesson. Always be honest with me Kalie. I will always be honest with you, even if I know it would hurt you.”

He pulls my hands over my head and ties the belt to my headboard.

“Oh shit,” I whisper out in a hushed tone.

“
Oh shit,
is right.”

He lifts my top up, rolling it over my eyes, using it as a blindfold before taking charge of my mouth, and caressing my tongue slowly with his. This kiss alone has my pussy wet with need. Without breaking our kiss, he runs his hands down my stomach and over my jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down past my ankles. I can’t see anything and I can’t feel anything with my hands, but the need to touch him becomes stronger with every brush of his hands on my body. He pulls down my panties before unclipping my bra, squeezing my nipple briefly and bringing his mouth down over it. I arch my back off the bed, panting shamelessly.

“Ade?”

“Shhh baby, no talking, or I’ll gag you.”

I snap my mouth shut quickly. There’s no way I’m doing the gag thing. Nope. Not a chance.

He slowly licks a trail down my stomach and over my inner thighs, licking that sweet spot where your thigh and pussy meet. I feel a hard suction in the same spot then I hear him chuckle. Feeling his body move off me, I begin turning my head from side to side, wondering where he went. Before I can speak, his warm mouth closes over my pussy, licking it from bottom to top before beginning a torturous pace. A pattern of lick and suck. I moan out in pleasure before a finger slides inside me, pushing up on my g-spot. I begin to grind on his face and I feel my body reach the peak of that glorious mountain we all love to climb, all for me to go rolling and tumbling down when his mouth unlatches from its duty.

“Fuck!” I yell.

Ade chuckles, running his hands softly over my body again.

“Hmmm…” He grips onto my hips, flips me on all fours, pulls his jeans all the way down, smacks my ass and pushes into me. I scream out at the sudden movement, throwing my head back. He grips onto my hair with one hand, and wraps his other around my waist, pushing down on the arch of my back. I moan out again while he pounds into me, every thrust hitting my spot. I don’t know if all men can hit it that perfectly, and constantly, but Ade can and it is freaking euphoric.

Sweat is dripping from my forehead as both of our bodies are slapping into each other at rough and raw speeds. It’s not long before I feel myself tighten up around his dick, so tight that I don’t want to let go. One more thrust after that, I can’t contain it anymore and let myself go. I feel his cock pulse inside me with his release almost instantly behind mine. The feeling of pure pleasure overwhelms me and takes over my entire body, causing my legs to shake so much they collapse out from under me.

I feel a slap on my ass before being picked up and flipped onto my back like a ragdoll. He pulls my top down and unbuckles the belt before pulling up his jeans. I look up to him and smile, rubbing my wrists.

“I’ll have wet dreams about that no doubt,” I mumble to myself.

“What?” he asks, smiling at me.

I shake my head. “I used to dream about that one night years ago. Every time I did, I would wake up with wet panties,” I say honestly. His face sets in stone before a wide grin pulls across his face.

“That is the hottest shit ever. But I’m pissed off that I didn’t take care of you all those times. That stops now,” he states pulling his top and cut back on.

Getting off the bed I walk into my closet, pulling out some more clothes to take with me. I haven’t really thought about what we’ll do after this wedding, I live four hours away from Westbeach. That’s a bit far for a possessive, controlling man like Ade Nixon. We can cover all that after the wedding I guess, right now, I just want to enjoy what we have. Pulling on my jeans after getting into a clean set of bra and undies, I can tell being around Ade is going to be costly with all the panties I’ll need to change into throughout the day.

Maybe I should bill him for that?

“You ready?” he asks.

I nod my head. “Yeah, let’s go.”

He pulls on my hand, tucking me under his shoulder as we begin walking down to his car. The past twenty-four hours have been fantastic. I’ve loved being away from everything with just him and me, even if it was under shit circumstances. Pulling out my phone and text messaging Vicky, I let her know we’re on our way back. No doubt, she’ll be panicking. I intentionally haven’t picked up her calls over the past day. I shove my phone back into my pocket.

She’s going to be mad as fuck.

We set off on the highway, heading back toward reality.

The next morning, I wake up and stretch my arms out. It’s wedding day! I clap my hands and jump off the bed, trying not to wake Ade, who’s sleeping peacefully next to me. I pull on his SS T-shirt, which hangs to my knees and stare at him for a few seconds. Admiring him like a stalker, before going into the kitchen and preparing the batter for pancakes. I plug my iPod into the hotel dock and turn on 2Pac
‘Thugs Get Lonely Too,’
I need a bit of gangster in my life this morning.

Beginning to dance around the kitchen, I’m in my zone. I love dancing, it heals everything, not that I need healing right now—I need Ade Nixon rehab. Looking up after pouring some batter into the pan I see Ade leaning against the doorframe, smirking with his arms crossed in front of his bare chest. His hair is all messy, standing around his face and his piercing blue eyes are peering into me as if they can see into the depths of my soul. My tummy flips upside down and I try my best to hide my sudden excitement at seeing him standing there watching me dance. I turn the music down a bit.

“Hey! Pancakes?” I ask him, holding up a pancake on a spatula.

He laughs, walking over to the bar stool and pulling it out.

“I’ll eat anything you want me to eat just to watch you shake your ass like that again.”

“Hmmm, maybe you don’t need to eat anything to see me shake my ass. Maybe I’ll just do it for free, alone, locked in a room, for months,” I say smiling at him innocently.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise before leaning over the kitchen bench and pulling my face in, kissing me long and hard. “Maybe I’ll just eat your sweet pussy all day and you can dance your little ass all over my face.” I gulp down in shock and he laughs.

“You’re fucking perfect, I don’t deserve you,” he states, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

I lean my head into his grasp and look up to him. “You deserve more than you realize Ade, and I will happily prove that to you for as long as you need.”

His eyes turn soft, a gentle smile arriving at his lips. “You’re too much sweet, Kalie-Rose. Way too much.” My name rolls off his tongue and heads straight to my core. I’m doomed with this man, everything he does affects me. He sits back on his stool and leans into it. I continue stacking up the pancakes before placing them in on the bench. Moving around the corner I sit on the stool next to him. Picking up a stack and pouring maple syrup all over them—a little excessively—

but that’s how I like it. Scattering some bacon, bananas, and strawberries before digging my fork into them. I can see Ade look at me out of the corner of my eye and I turn my head to him.

“What?” I ask around a mouthful of pancake.

He laughs, wiping some maple syrup off my chin and sucking it off his finger.

“I love how you eat whatever you want without counting calories. I fucking hate bitches like that. Eat a fucking pizza and shut the fuck up about your weight. We don’t even notice the things most girls complain about on their body, they probably waste half their life stressing over bullshit things we as males do not give a fuck about,” he mumbles while eating his pancake. I put another big piece into my mouth.

“Well, rest assured, you will not have to worry about me complaining about what I eat. As long as I get exercise in six days a week, I’m happy to eat pizzas with you,” I say smiling at him.

He laughs and kisses me on the lips, despite the fact that both of us have food in our mouth. “Like I said…perfect.”

After breakfast, we go our separate ways. He needs to meet the boys and I need to meet the girls and the wrath of Vicky.