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“I always find you,” he said as his voice drew closer.

Chapter 8

Kade

Itook my time climbing the stairs to where the bedrooms were located. With each step, my pulse ticked higher as my cock got harder. We hadn’t played hide-and-seek in a while, and I missed this game with her.

The house was quiet except for the creaking noise of the stairs.

“Lacey, I’m close,” I teased.

I didn’t think she was in the bedrooms, but she had a habit of hiding in the bathtub.

I squeezed my dick for no reason but to distract me from what I was about to do to her when I caught her.

When I reached the top landing, I listened for the slightest of noises but was met with dead silence.

All the doors leading into the bedrooms and a bathroom were open.

I stalked down the hall, poking my head into one bedroom. It was empty. I went in and checked the closet.

I stood in the middle of her old room, which was now a storage of sorts for her old man’s files. I listened closely and grinned. “Lace, baby, I know you’re up here.”

I proceeded to the next room. After looking into the other rooms, I still hadn’t found her.

Standing in the bathroom, I rubbed my rock-hard dick, trying to think. After she’d torn out of the sunroom, I could’ve sworn I heard her climb the stairs.

Again, I listened intently, but the pitter-patter of the raindrops on the skylight muffled my ability to hear anything else in the house.

I let go of my dick and made my way downstairs. When I reached the bottom, a faint moan tickled my ears.

“Lace,” I called. “You better not be touching yourself, at least not without me watching you.”

She giggled.

Son of a bitch.She had somehow fooled me into thinking she’d come upstairs.

My legs kicked into gear. If I didn’t get inside her, I just might lose my load in my hand. I rounded the staircase, trudged down the hall, and came to an abrupt halt.

“You looking for me?” Lacey asked innocently. She stood in front of the fireplace, legs spread, fingers circling her clit while the others were massaging her breast.

I grabbed my dick as hard as I could, stroking as I stepped toward her. My balls had disappeared, and any second I was a goner.

I got within a foot of her then pounced. I gripped her waist and carried her to the couch, practically falling onto a cushion.

She giggled relentlessly as I tried to push inside her as fast as I could.

“You think this is funny?” I asked as pain laced every word. Sure, it was fucking delicious pain, but man, I was trying so stinking hard to hold back. I wasn’t going to last. I was a fucking teenager again, ready to orgasm over the sight of her tits and ass.

She maneuvered her body expertly as though she’d straddled me a thousand times. True, she had, but the moment I was inside her and she was gripping my cock, I threw my head back and groaned so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors could hear me over the storm.

She laughed, a sound that only served to make me hornier than I’d ever been. But then she hopped off me.

My head whipped up, my jaw fell open, and my eyes bugged out of my head. “What the fuck?” But those words died a quick death as she dropped to her knees.

She licked her lips. “I want to play.”

Before I had a chance to nod, she was sucking me so hard, I saw stars.