Page 95 of All Our Ghosts

He kicks open the door, tugging me inside in front of him before kicking it shut. “What was that about?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Which part?”

“You pulling away from me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t realize that would hurt your feelings so much. Maybe Layla will comfort you.”

Holden chuckles and shakes his head. “Layla is–”

“Doing everything she can to put a wedge between us,” I interrupt. “How do you not see that?”

“She’s no one, Kade.”

“She doesn’t seem to think so.” I drop my arms to my side. “So while you’re letting her put her hands on you, I’m supposed to what? Not care?” I shake my head. “If the men you call brothers can’t evenlookin my direction without a death glare from you, how do you think a woman you used tofucktouching you makes me feel?”

Holden stares at me for a moment before holding his hands up in front of him in mock surrender. “Alright.” he nods. “You’re right. I should have told her to fuck off.”

I let out the breath I’m holding as he takes a step towards me. “Yeah, you should have,” I mutter as he plants himself in front of me with little space between us. He cranes my neck to look up at him. “You’re an asshole,” I bite, but can’t help the upward tick on my lips.

He grins down at me. “I know.”

“She better not touch you again.”

“Or she’ll lose her hands?” He curls his fingers around the base of my throat, a playfulness in his voice I’m not ready for yet.

I press my palms to his chest and shove him backward. He must not have been expecting it because his back hits the door with a thud. “That,” I confirm with tension radiating from me. I step up to him and press my chest against his, gripping hisjaw with my fingers, “and because you’remine, as much as I am yours.”

HOLDEN

“You can’t say stuff like that to me,” I growl as I rest my hands on her hips and tug her impossibly closer to me. I watch as the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a mischievous grin.

“And why’s that?” Kade purrs, digging her fingers into my jaw a little deeper before she slides her hand around the back of my neck.

I dip my head, nipping at her lips as my hands slide down the backs of her thighs. “Because when you tell me you’re mine,” in one swift movement, I lift her, letting her legs wrap around my waist, “it does things.”

I feel her lips quirk against mine, “things?” She coos, and I swear the warmth from her breath fanning against my skin sends a jolt straight to my cock.

This woman. Soft and quiet when she wants to be but for me? For me all of that confidence her dipshit of an ex shattered is back tenfold. I know that what she did tonight to Layla had to have been hard. But hell, she fought for me, forus.

I shift her in my arms, my lips dragging down her neck as I hum my response. I swipe my arm across the dresser, knocking off whatever bullshit is in my way, and set her down on the wood. “So, so many things,” I rasp against her skin as I slide my hands up her warm, bare thighs until my fingers graze her core. She gasps and digs her fingernails into my shoulders as I delve into her, easily sliding two fingers straight to the spot that has her seeing stars.

“You’re soaked,” I groan, “is this for me?”

Kadence begins to slowly rock her hips, chasing her release as I work her over. A soft moan is my only response and right now, I need words. Need to hear her say it. My free hand wraps around the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her hair as I tip her head back.

“Say it,” I growl, “tell me that this is all,” I gently bite down on the junction between her neck and collarbone earning myself another moan from her, “forme.”

“Oh God,” Kadence croaks as I soothe my bite with my tongue, “only you.”

“Good girl,” I grin, pressing my thumb to her clit and crushing my lips against hers, stealing every breath and moan that falls from her as I push her closer to her orgasm. I know she’s close. Her core clenches and flutters around me. “Let go, Sunflower, I’ve got you.”

Kadence whines, tipping her head back as her body shudders in a release. Her arms squeeze tightly around my neck pulling me closer to her which I gladly take advantage of and lick the column of her neck. Assaulting her skin with my lips as I work her through her release.

My cock strains against my jeans, angry and ready for her. Watching her come undone for me is quickly becoming my favorite thing in the world. The flush that adorns her cheeks, the soft mewls and moans she tries to keep in her throat but failsevery time, and the way the darkness of her pupils eats away at the jade green whenever she looks at me. Kadence is my drug and I have been addicted ever since my lips first tasted hers.

I slip my hand from her, sliding it between my lips and savoring just how sweet she truly is. She watches me carefully, her chest moving in rapid succession and soon her hands have slipped from my neck to find the buckle of my jeans. She fumbles for a moment though her eyes never leave mine.

“I need you,” she rasps. “Now.”

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