Page 51 of Sunrise

I feel safer in his arms, like the bad that the rain always brings can't touch me.

As lightning fills the sky, a memory fills my head.

"The summer Brynn and I were about ten, we watched the movie Sweet Home Alabama over and over. It was our mom's favorite movie and quickly became ours. There is a part about the lightning hitting the sand and making these beautiful sculptures. We got it in our head that we wanted one and waited here at the inn for the perfect thunderstorm. We had these stakes from one of the storage sheds that were metal and were used to rope things off for events. We planted them up and down the beach, then sat on the Sunset back porch in that porch swing and waited." I smile a little at the memory.

"After the storm passed, we spend hours digging up the beach thinking maybe we missed a lighting strike but found nothing. Our parents were so upset about us digging up the beach that not only did we get a lecture on how dangerous it was to use metal in a storm, but we also had to spend the rest of our summer cleaning the beach every day."

Kade kisses the top of my head.

"My mom loves that movie too. I bet the two of you had fun, though."

"We did." I sigh.

"On the ranch, we loved the rain. It helped everything grow. We didn't get a lot of thunderstorms, but when we did, we always had to check on the animals because the thunder and lightning spooked them. So much so it put a cow in labor once, and my dad and I were delivering it out in the rain and mud. When we were done, my mom wouldn't let us in the house because we were caked in mud. She tossed a bar of soap at us and locked the doors. We had to shower using the hose and then run inside buck naked to get dressed. Then we got yelled at for getting water on her clean floors." Kade laughs.

As Kade starts running his hand through my hair, it's so calming I start to yawn.

"Why don't you get some sleep? I promise I’ll stay here," he says.

"Lie down with me?" I ask.

He nods, and we lie down on the bed. Me under the covers and him over them. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he pulls me close so my front is pressed to his side.

Being so close and his being so comforting has me so damn wet and my nipples hard as peaks. I'm in just a thin tank top with no bra, so I know he can see them.

The last thoughts I have before sleep takes over are that I need to start reevaluating what I sleep in while Kade is here.

As the light fills my room, it wakes me up, and I realize I haven't moved all night. I'm plastered to Kade's side, and he still has his arm around me. I could lie here like this all day. I'm thankful he stayed with me last night, but I'm sure he's ready to head back to his room in the light of day.

I start to move away, and he pulls me back to him and wraps his other arm around my shoulders, squeezing me to him. My nipples harden and rub against his T-shirt in a delicious friction that makes me gasp.

Kade rolls to his side, so we are facing each other. He brings his hand up and gently lays it on my cheek.

"Good morning, Goldie," he says with an almost shy smile while running his thumb over my bottom lip.

His eyes are fixated on my mouth, and a moment later, his lips are on mine. It's what my body has been craving all night, and a small moan escapes me, which seems to spur Kade on. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me in and hugging my body against his. He's hard and doesn't try to hide it as he presses his length into my belly.

His hand runs up my back as his mouth trails down my neck. I grip his shirt to hold him to me as the sensations of his lips on mine assault my body.

"Kade," I whisper, and he pulls back just enough to look at me.

His eyes bounce back and forth between mine, searching for what, I'm not sure. Then in one smooth motion, he pulls the cover off and me on top of him. My hips straddle his, and his hard length nestles right against my core.

I brace myself against his chest, and his hands are on my hips. Neither of us moves. We just stare at the other, waiting to see who makes the next move. I break first and lean down to kiss him again. The movement has me grinding against him, and this time, his moan fills the room.

The sensation of his length rubbing against my clit steals my breath. I start moving my hips slowly, seeing if he will stop me. His grip on my hips tightens, but he doesn't stop me. I slowly pick up the pace and kiss him again. His tongue dances along with mine, and the dual sensations stop me from being able to think about anything but where his body is touching mine, where I want him to touch me, and where I can touch him.

My hands travel down his stomach and back up under his shirt. The hard planes of his abs draw me in, and I slowly explore each one.

"Lin," he says with a small gasp. Not wanting to hear him telling me to stop, I cover his mouth with mine again and kiss him like it's the last time I will be able to because for all I know, it will be.

Then Kade surprises me and starts thrusting up into me and guiding me to go faster. He starts hitting the perfect spot, and I gasp, burying my head in his neck.

"Don't stop," I manage to choke out. I don't think I could take it if he did.

"Not a chance. Now cum for me, baby. Let me see you," he says.

I lift enough for him to see my face, and the slight change in angle is enough to send me flying over the edge fast, screaming out his name. I cum so hard every muscle in my body tightens, and when they relax, I collapse onto Kade's chest just as he finds his own release.

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