Kade P.O.V.

Oliver and Sophie's wedding day was the best day of their lives. And, it was honestly, probably the best day of mine too.

Why?

Because I finally got Isobel back in my arms.

All of her.

There was no time wasted or lost as we fell into bed together and stayed there as dusk turned into dawn. I felt like I re-learned every single slope, dip, crevice, and mark on her body as I spent it worshipping the vessel that contained her fiery soul.

Oh boy have I missed the sounds of her erotic cries and the sight of her enraptured with blissful pleasure. Most of all, I loved how vulnerable she was with me, how much she gave of herself.

We alternated between intense fucking, to fast and hard, to hot, dirty sex, and to slow and sweet love-making all night. Whatever it was, nothing could compare.

I held her in my arms as we succumbed to the fatigue of the last few days and our exertion from the night.

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I stirred in my slumber, cracking an eye open to see if I was still asleep or whether this was simply an elongated dream.

I smiled half-asleep at the curled up figure next to me, half hidden by the sheets. Her warm hair spilled out like a halo beside her. My eyes danced across her smooth, tan skin, and across her pink cheeks. I reached out to rub my thumb under her eye softly, admiring her serene face.

She stirred, outstretching an arm to pat the space beside her until it landed on my stomach. With a content smile, she scooted over and wrapped her leg around mine. I chuckled softly at the adorable actions. I placed a hand over her hip and under her head as I slipped out of consciousness once again.

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"Kadeyyy," a soft, angelic voice whispered. "Wake up."

I opened my eyes, rubbing the sleep out of it as my goddess came into view.

Isobel Marie Hernandez.

"Morning cutie." I said, my voice a little hoarse.

Bel chuckled. "Actually, it's almost lunch time."

I tugged her towards me as I nuzzled my head into her. "Mm let's stay in bed."

The sound of her giggles filled the silence as I locked my arms around her to keep her in place.

"Whitley, I'm hungry," she protested, attempting to fight against me.

"I have something you can put in your mouth." I said cheekily, glancing down to my lower body. Terrible joke, but I couldn't resist.

She gasped loudly, whacking me on the chest. "I have something you can shove up your-"

I guffawed loudly, slamming my palm across her mouth. I think I got the gist.

"Okay fine fine, I'll order something." I reached over to the bedside table for my phone. Frowning, I noticed it wasn't there. Thinking back to last night, I hopped off the bed to look for my trousers she had thrown, not caring to cover myself.

"Cute butt." She sniggered throwing a pillow at me.

I caught it and threw it back at her face, whilst I ordered some food for delivery. "I'll have you know my ass is more than just cute, it is fantasstic!"

"M-hm," she tilted her head as it trailed down my bare body, stopping at my groin. "You know saying that only grows your ego, not your assets."

I blew out a breath, shaking my head at the insult to my poor Kade jr. "Ooft Bels. You're fucking good I'll give you that. But I can fuck better. Especially you. How many times did you come last night? Hm?"

Instead of scowling at me, she smirked, slipping out of bed and waltzed out the door, butt naked. "This room certainly reeks of sex, but I've had better."

The blood rush to my groin was instantaneous. There's only one girl that could get me hard whilst simultaneously taunting me with those scorching words and that sumptuous body. I put the phone down, finishing with the order before following her to the bathroom.

❗️

The door was wide open, as I could hear the sound of running water in the shower. Taking that as an invitation, I stepped inside. With no protest, I slowly approached her and ran my hands down her wet skin. She leaned back into me as she grabbed the body wash bottle.

"Tell me you were lying before." I said taking it from her and squeezing a few pumps in my hand. "There's no way some asshole out there has made you feel half as good as me."

She chuckled mischievously, wiggling her plump behind into my aching cock. "So confident in yourself as always."

I groaned, lathering the soap up into foam over her arms, before spreading it to her stomach. I worked my hands in firm circular motions, massaging it up to her breasts.

Bels sighed contently, leaning her head back on my shoulder as I smoothed the soap over her hips and her chest. "There's no one like you, Kade."

I grinned as I ran my hands down to her legs, taking my time to wash over her satiny skin carefully. She helped me up before taking the body wash and returned the favour. I shivered subtly as her soft hands rubbed over my shoulders and down my chest. I grabbed the shampoo, lathering it up to do her hair as we stood there together. The simple action of washing each other was so intimate I felt my heart soar.

The water cascaded down our bodies, rushing over our slippery skin as we took from each other what we both needed. With her body bent over and both hands pressed flat onto the tiles of the shower wall, Bels cried out as I drove into her. Her hips pushed back as we met each other's movements synchronously. With one more hit I took it home, exploding with pure unadulterated pleasure.

She is God's gift to men. And by men, I mean just one man.

Me.

No one else.

>~>~> End of Mature Scene >~>~>

Isobel P.O.V

His fingertips danced along the length of my bare back as I lay on my stomach with the sheets pooled around my waist.

I giggled as he flicked his fingertips up the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled me over to him as he held my face tenderly in his large palms and pressed a slow, earth-shattering kiss to it. From the many kisses he had given me last night and from our earlier steamy shower session, this one was the sweetest.

After eating, we opted to lounge around naked in bed and get up to all sorts of mischief. Might I just add that we're in my bed this time- I wasn't joking about that part earlier when I said the room reeked of sex.

"If you travel so much, where do you actually live?" I wondered aloud, gently giving his head a massage as he rested it on my chest.

"Here," he shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not often, but I stop by here in between jobs if it's convenient. Maybe four/five times a year."

"Wow..." I murmured. "You don't get homesick or anything?"

"Not really," he shrugged again. "I guess I don't really feel any attachment to any one place. I grew up as a kid in Florida with my mom and dad, then they divorced, my mom and I moved, then she met Bruce and we moved again to Newport, and my dad also moved to San Diego so I stayed with him over there sometimes. Which you already know... so yeah I don't really mind living everywhere, I guess at the end of the day it's just a place, right?"

I nodded, trying to comprehend what he said. It was different for me. I was born, grew up and stayed in Rhode Island for my whole life essentially until New York. I had a strong childhood and family attachment to this place. "So you would settle down anywhere in the world you felt like?" I pondered.

"I guess so," he smiled. "The world is my oyster."

Did we have a chance? Would he come be with me? I laid there silently as I pondered over these thoughts.

"So what's in the cards for you next?" I murmured.

"Hm, well I have a couple more days to spend here to relax, see my family and hang with Nessa... then I'm off to Chicago for a month of consultation," he yawned, stretching his arms behind his head as he rolled over, giving me a lazy smile. "Then I've got lots of online work too."

The information processed itself in my brain. I guess this is just a one-off before we went off our separate ways. I couldn't stop the pang of disappointment that rang through me. I can't believe myself right now, it's like overnight I've turned into this weak, clingy girl, just wanting the boy to be with me, as if it would make my life complete. I shoved those thoughts aside, deciding that I would make the most of this time we had left for what it was before I flew out early tomorrow morning and back to my regular life.

"What about you?" He nudged, tickling me in the rib.

I chuckled, pushing him away. "You know that I'm ticklish."

"I know," he smirked proceeding to run his hands over my sides agonisingly. I giggled, struggling to compose the jerky, involuntarily movements my body was doing in response.

"I will, k- kick you in the face if you d- donn'ttt stop! Ah!" I gasped in between squeals and giggles. Eventually he retreated, shooting me a soft heart-stopping grin.

I shook my head and crossed my arms over, giving him a reprimanding frown. "You're so evil."

He chuckled, poking his tongue out cheekily.

I huffed, turning on my side to face him as I laid down on my pillow to answer his earlier question. "Well I gotta go back to work at Red."

He nodded slowly. "So you like it there in New York?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. The atmosphere just really suits hard-working go-getters and people building lives and careers. I loved it. It was exciting experiencing the busy life and the people there. It was good in college and even now, working..."

"Was?" He prompted.

"Huh... well uh yeah. It was and it is good but... I want to move back to Newport one day I guess... when I settle down. I miss being around everyone."

"That's really nice Bels," he smiled softly. "I talked to your mom at the wedding. I heard she's moving back."

"Yeah," I chuckled... "I missed her and my relatives, Tobias, Oliver and Soph. Plus, if I'm going to be their baby's godmother I have to be around right? I don't want to miss out on anything!"

"Wait, what!" He shot up. "Soph's pregnant?"

"No no no," I shook my head. "No, but when they are, I'm gonna be the godmother."

"Oh, phew!" He shrank back into the pillows. "Cause I swear to god they had better make me the fairy godmother."

I scrunched my eyebrows up in analysis at this specimen. Goodness he never ceases to surprise me. I chortled, bursting his bubble. "You? In a pink tutu and fairy wings? I think you mean godfather."

"Pish, posh. I will be it's guardian angel."

I laughed, "I am scared for this hypothetical baby already."

"Hey hey hey! I am a great role model, thankyou. Look at Nessa. She didn't turn out too bad...?" He said, frowning to himself.

I raised my palms up in surrender. "Okay okay, fairy godfather-angel-role model Whitley."

"That's right." He crossed his arms over and tilted his chin up in the air. "Plus I will need to guide it from your wicked ways."

I scoffed, dropping my mouth in an O shape. "Take that back!" I stabbed him in the chest with my pointed finger.

"No," he chuckled. "You are wicked my dear. You're a temptress, a siren, a vixen. Designed to weaken me at my knees, and the rest of the male species."

I blushed, biting back a snarky comment. "In a way that was kind of a romantic compliment."

In his own special way... I added silently.

He smirked, tilting his head as he reached out and pulled me in closer. "Call me your knight-in-shining armour."

I snorted. "What the hell Whitley."