Risky Rockstar: A Hero Club Novel, стр. 69
“Why don’t you go get us more ice, and I’ll get everything set up.”
He looks to the full ice bucket and shoots me a puzzled grin. “We have ice.”
My eyes flick over to the crystal bucket. “You have a point, but how am I supposed to set your other birthday present up if you’re in the room?” I tease.
“Since you put it that way, how about I go hang out in the next room?” He kisses my temple and shifts off me, and I immediately miss his hard body pressed against mine.
“I promise it’ll be worth it.” I wink.
I unpack the black box from the online sex store and prop it against its lid so all the fun goodies I purchased will be on full display. Whatever Kade is in the mood for, I want him to know I feel safe enough to try anything. Although now I see the flogger, I wonder if I need to build up to something like that.
Pushing the thoughts aside, I change into the red sheer chemise. A thrill of anticipation courses through me, and I take another sip of champagne before I cuff myself to the bed. I realize I’m not nervous, and this time I’m not scared. I know I’m going to give Kade a birthday he won’t forget. I can’t wait.
Chapter 34
Kade
I readjust my cock so it isn’t trying to fight its way out my jeans and move to stand in front of the penthouse windows. Running my fingers over the gleaming mahogany of the grand piano in between the floor-to-ceiling bookcases, I wonder if Hayley booked this particular suite because it’s an equal mix of her and me: piano and books. She went all out tonight, which wasn’t necessary because I wasn’t kidding when I said she was enough for me. She’s everything. The gorgeous view is lost on me because all I want to do is spend the night admiring Hayley, flushed pink from the champagne and gorgeous in her robe, her dark hair flowing in soft curls around her shoulders. If I was unwrapping her, I’d rip right fucking in, but I’m calling on mammoth amounts of willpower to let her be the one to take the lead tonight. I don’t want to put her under the same pressure I did at Eaton Falls. I also don’t think I can stand it if she fakes it with me again.
I should’ve talked to her about this at the Falls. Let her know it’s okay and she’s safe with me. But I talked myself out of it because I didn’t want to make things uncomfortable for her. But, after thinking of nothing else when I was with Pops, I thought maybe getting together for a walk and some ice cream might give us the opportunity to clear the air. Hayley, unfortunately, had a full schedule until tonight, and that wasn’t possible. I didn’t expect her to pull out all the stops for my birthday like she did, and now we’re in the thick of it. Maybe it’s not too late. If I can talk to her before things get carried away…
I make my way across the room and rap twice on the bedroom door before opening it. “Hayley, before you do anything, I need to talk to you—”
I stop short. Fuck, it is too late.
Hayley is positioned against the headboard, her lips painted the same red as her sheer lingerie. Her left hand is cuffed to the bed, and not with the fur-lined shit either—this is the real deal—and she dangles another set of identical cuffs from the fingertips of her free hand. A black box lies open at Hayley’s feet, propped up on its lid so the contents—a flogger, a blindfold, and some red satin rope—are clearly visible. This shit looks straight out of a 50 Shades movie, and apprehension brews in my stomach. I’m not opposed to a little role play and certainly don’t have any issues with some kinky sex, but something feels off.
She pats the bed. “C’mere.”
I step toward her. “What’s this?” A chuckle pulls from my throat, but it doesn’t sound quite right, even to my own ears—too high-pitched and breathy. I scrub my palm on my jeans.
Hayley’s painted lips spread in an inviting smile. “What does it look like, silly? I thought you’d like to tie me up.”
I don’t like this. She told me cuffs were a hard limit for her. I shake my head. “Baby, I don’t want to tie you up.”
“Why not? I even got you started.” She jingles the metal of her secured wrist. “Wow, these bite a bit. Nothing like a little pain to get me out of my head, right?”
Fuck!
“And if you like…” She toes the rope. “You can even do my feet.”
This is all wrong. All fucking wrong.
I slide up the bed, pushing the box to the side. “Where are the keys?”
“Don’t worry about the keys. Worry about getting inside me.”
My heart is pounding out my fucking chest.
Hayley puts the spare cuffs down. “Are you going to touch me, Kade? Or do I need to touch myself?”
Her free hand trails down her stomach and settles between her legs. “I’m wet for you.”
My vision blurs. I don’t see Hayley anymore. I see Emily, legs splayed out on the dash of my Impala, fingers plunging in and out of her pussy. A montage of images of her—haunted and desperate, bleeding out in our bathtub—assault me.
“Where are the keys, Hayley?” My tone is suddenly harsh, and her eyebrows shoot up at my change in mood. “I can’t do this. Can