Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel (22 page)

SHANE.
Kace had become the most important thing in my life. In many respects, Kace had
become
my life. For me to admit Kace’s importance was simple and second nature. Two years ago, I expect it would have been impossible for me to admit this. Now, however, I didn’t hesitate. Now that I have had Kace in my life, to imagine
not
having her made me feel extremely uneasy.

I wasn’t simply attracted to Kace. I felt as if I
needed
her. Merely having her accompany me in life provided me with a feeling of completion. Similar, I suppose, to concluding a long journey.

Kace made me stop. Stop wanting. Stop wondering. Stop looking. Stop thinking. Stop running.

And begin.

Living, breathing, and being.

I didn’t feel an attraction to her because she’d been in an abusive relationship I didn’t feel like I had rescued her either. I felt like I opened her eyes and gave her ideas of what her options were. I loved Kace because she was genuine. I loved Kace because she was a beautiful person.

I loved Kace because she was Kace.

“A list, huh?” I chuckled as I pulled a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

“I’m serious. I brought it home with me. I put a lot of thought into it,” she paused and waited at the end of the kitchen countertop.

“I wasn’t laughing at your list, babe. I was laughing because you’re so fucking adorable. You’re different than any other girl I’ve ever known. You, at least after leaving Buster, aren’t afraid to say what you think. I like it. I like
you
,” I said as I walked her direction.

“Well, you want to go over it?” she asked as she pulled a folded sheet of yellow paper from her purse.

“Absolutely, let’s go in the living room,” I said as I walked past her.

She kicked her heels off onto the kitchen floor an ran past me as I walked to the couch. She bounced into the chair on the opposite side of the couch and unfolded the sheet of paper.

“You don’t want to sit together?” I asked as I sat down on the couch, patting the cushion beside me with my hand.

“Nope. I want to sit here and watch you while we talk,” she bounced excitedly in the cushion as she spoke.

“Okay, let’s get to it,” I responded as I took a sip of water from the bottle.

“Okay, here’s what I would want to be in a perfect relationship with you. I want to know if these things are okay with you, not okay, or something we could discuss. Some are really important, and some not as much. I decided we need to get this out of the way,” she flipped her hair over her shoulders and stretc
hed the wrinkles from the paper.

“What if I take exception to something?” I asked, more jokingly than serious.

“Well, depending on what it is, we’ll address it at the time, but be honest,” she nodded her head sharply as she finished the sentence.

“Okay.”

“Promise?” she turned her head slightly and smiled.

“Totally,” I responded.

“Okay, here we go,” she paused.

“I like to cook. You and Ripp like to eat out. I want to cook at least five meals a week at home, and I want you to eat them. You don’t have to like them, but no throwing food at me, screaming at me about what I cook, and no telling me I’m stupid for cooking something
you don’t like. I know you want to eat good food, and I will take that into consideration. I like healthy too. Yes or no,” she looked up from the paper.

“Is that how we’re going to do this? Yes or no?” I asked as I placed the water on the end table beside the couch.

She tapped her hand once on the arm of the couch.

I shook my head and smiled.

This woman makes me fucking happy.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay. Next one. I want to wash my own car. I don’t want you washing it. You can drive it, or whatever, because we’re a couple. I want to wash it,” she looked up and into my eyes as she finished reading.

“Yes.”

She smiled and looked down at the paper. “Okay, next. I want to get a Goodreads account, Facebook, and maybe some other things on the internet. I think this will help me become more social. Oh, and I want more friends - more than Liv from the coffee shop. I want
real
friends,” she looked up from the paper, her face began to look worried.

“Yes,” I responded sharply.

She bounced in her chair, and pulled excitedly on each side of the wrinkled paper to straighten the wrinkles.

“Okay. Next, almost done. I know I don’t
have
to say this, but I
need
to. It’s important,” she looked up from the paper and waited.

“Okay?” I responded.

Without looking down at the paper, she continued, “If you ever lay a hand on me. Slap me, hit me, grab me, push me,
anything.
I’m gone. I’ll leave you and
never
come back.”

She looked as if she was going to start crying.

“Kace, I’ll never lay a hand on you. Ever. I promise,” I responded, realizing it was a huge step for her to mention this. It was her way of taking a stance against what had already happened to her.

She wiped her face with the back of her hand and sniffed. “Okay. I just had to say it.”

She looked back down at the paper. “Last thing,” she folded the paper and stood up.

I stood up.

“No, you sit. I’ll be right back,” she said as she took off in a dead run for the kitchen.

I turned and looked over my shoulder as she reached into her purse and pulled out her Kindle. She ran back to the chair and plopped down, bouncing in her seat as she turned on the device.

“Let me finish,” she said, her face focused on the screen of the Kindle.

“Kace you need to start first,” I responded.

“I know, I’m just saying, this is a long one,” she said as she flipped her finger across the screen of the Kindle.

“Okay,” I responded as I picked up my bottle of water from the end table.

“You’re not going to hurt me emotionally from sex. You’re too cautious, too careful, and you never even talk during sex. I’m not as fragile as you think. I’ve spent ten years getting fucked over, and not getting
fucked.
I want you to fuck me sometimes. And sometimes we can make love. But I never want you to worry about fucking me and harming me emotionally. This is what I want,” she looked up from the screen of her Kindle as she finished talking.

“Oh. Wow, okay. Well, what do you mean, specifically? Regarding fucking?” I asked, shocked that this was her last question.

She jumped up from her seat and squeaked as she did. She handed me her Kindle and ran back to her seat.

“Look at
the screen. See the number at the bottom? 24%? Start there and read about five pages,” she said as she bounced up and down in her seat.

I looked down at the Kindle and began reading.

“Just flip your finger across the screen of push the arrow on the right,” she said.

I nodded as I read.

I finished the five pages.

Wow.

“Is that it?” I asked, looking up from the Kindle.

“Nope,” she said as she jumped up, ran toward me and snatched the Kindle from my grasp.

Frantically, she pushed and flipped her finger across the screen. She smiled and handed it back to me.

“Those two and a half pages. From the top of where it is,” she smiled and pranced back to her perch. As she sat down, she pressed the wrinkles from her skirt.

I read the two and a half pages, placed the Kindle down beside me, and took a slow drink of water from my bottle.

“Yes,” I said.

She emitted a loud squeal and jumped from her seat, her arms outstretched.

“Sit down, Kace,” I said sternly as I stood up.

She frowned and sat down in her seat. She looked up at me with a puzzled look as I slowly approached her.

“Give me your hand,” as I held my hand out toward her lap. She raised her hand to mine, grasped my fingers in hers, and rose from her seat as I lifted her hand in mine.

“What…” she began to ask as I pulled her up from her seat..

“Not a word,” I said as I began to walk toward the spare bedroom.

As we approached the weight bench, I lifted her hand over her head and spun her in a half-circle. As she faced me, I released her hand, held her head in my hands, and kissed her deeply. As we kissed she began to moan. I reached under her skirt as we kissed and pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. I continued to kiss her and lifted my foot to her thigh, pushing the panties to the floor.

I pulled my lips from hers, and turned her head to the side. I leaned toward her ear and whispered heavily, “Kace, there’s only one rule. Always. One for yes, twice for no. That’s the only rule, okay?”

She tapped my shoulder once as she exhaled a light moan. I bit the bottom of her earlobe sharply and turned her head back to face me. As soon as she made eye contact, I pressed my lips to hers.

As we kissed I lifted her from the floor and placed her down on the weight bench. On her back, with her legs on each side of the bench, I continued to kiss her deeply, biting her lips harshly each time our lips parted.
I reached down and pulled the leg extension attachment upward.

“Put your feet here,” I said as I lifted her heels up toward the extension.

Without argument or explanation, she complied. In this position, it was similar to being in the stirrups in a doctor’s office for an examination. I unzipped her skirt and removed it, tossing it on the spare bed.

“Not a word, Kace,” I reminded her, “Now close your eyes. Don’t open them.”

She closed her eyes, lifted her bead from the bench, and placed her hands behind her head. As he did, I pressed her knees apart and buried my face between her legs. As I began to lick her soaking wet pussy, she moaned loudly.

I moaned as I licked and fingered her pussy, paying special attention to her swollen clit. She continued to moan as I slid my finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy and flicked my tongue across her clit. As I slid my finger in and out of her tight, wet pussy, her breathing began to be short and choppy. I felt her pussy begin to contract against my finger.

“Shane…” she moaned.

As my finger slid in and out, I continued to lick and suck her clit.

“Shane. Oh…God,” she whispered. Her hands slipped from behind her head and she grabbed the sides of the weight bench.

With my free hand, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans.

“Holy….fuck,” she groaned as she began to reach climax.

She raised her butt from the bench and pressed her pussy tight to my mouth. As she dropped her butt back to the bench, she exhaled and opened her eyes.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

I stood and kicked my jeans to the side. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it beside the jeans, and stood naked in front of her. As she began to sit up on the bench, I grabbed my cock and started stroking it.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she watched me stroking my cock.

“Watch me, Kace. Watch me stroke it,” I said.

I began stroking it faster, and leaned back as I began to moan. I closed my eyes and stroked my cock, thinking of Kace and her sexual wishes.

“Oh, God, this feels good. And, just so you know, I fucking love licking your sweet little pussy Kace,” I said as I leaned forward and opened my eyes.

She was lying on the weight bench with her legs spread She had two fingers in her pussy, fingering it like she was working against the clock. Her eyes were fixed on my stiff cock.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as she began to cum.

“Oh God, Shane. Oh God,” she stopped speaking as her breathing became short inhaled breaths followed by a sharp exhale.

“Holy…”

She opened her eyes and looked up at me as she stopped fingering her pussy. She exhaled slowly, and shook her head.

“Fuck,” she pulled her fingers from her pussy and opened her mouth. Slowly, she slid her fingers in her mouth and sucked her cum from each of them individually. I stepped onto the weight bench stood.

“Move your feet to the floor,” I said in somewhat of a demanding tone.

Immediately, she dropped her feet from the leg extensions and placed her feet on the floor.

“Put your hands up in the butterfly attachments,” I said.

She reached to either side of her head and grasped the attachments. Now sitting on the end of the bench, naked except for her sleeveless shirt, her feet were on the floor and her hands were at each side of her head.