Page 4 of Keeping Skylar (Fractured Hearts #1)

Kaden

My workday was about as intolerable as sitting through one of those ridiculous reality dating shows that women love to watch—always brimming with drama and shallow, egotistical idiots.

Fed up, I left work early, eager to surprise my girl.

She hadn’t responded to any of my texts or calls all day, leaving me worried and a little frustrated.

On the way home, I stopped by the florist and grabbed her favourite bouquet of flowers—pink and purple peonies—hoping they’d bring a smile to her face and brighten her mood.

Unlocking the front door, I quietly step inside, immediately catching the low hum of the TV drifting from the living room.

As I approach, I see her sitting on the couch, back turned to me, a tea towel draped across her thighs.

She’s wearing a pale pink camisole and white cotton shorts, her long dark hair cascading over one shoulder.

She’s completely absorbed in whatever show is on, so much so that she hasn’t even noticed me enter the room.

I stroll quietly towards her until I’m standing directly behind her.

The intoxicating scent of her shampoo—a hint of strawberry and kiwi—effortlessly draws me in, making me close my eyes and take a slow, sharp inhale.

God, I can’t get enough of this woman . Slowly, I crouch down and press a soft kiss on her exposed shoulder.

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up, and a radiant smile spreads across her face.

“Hi baby,” I whisper, my voice soft and deep.

She turns to fully face me and cups my cheek with one hand.

Leaning forward, she kisses me briefly on the lips before pulling away.

As she gazes at me, her beautiful smile falters into a frown, as if my mere presence puzzles her.

“What are you doing here so early? I wasn’t expecting you until later this evening.

” She leans back on the couch and pats the spot beside her. “Join me?”

Smiling at her invitation, I sit beside her on the couch and drape an arm around her shoulders. She instinctively leans into my side, fitting perfectly against me like she always does.

“I missed you and couldn’t wait to see you. Here, these are for you.” I hand her over the flowers and her smile widens as she retrieves them from me.

“Aww, baby. You’re so sweet. You got my favourite too,” she gushes, as she softly sniffs the delicate fragrance of the peonies, her eyes gently closing. “They’re lovely, thank you, Kaden.”

I take her other hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth and gently placing a kiss.

“How was your day, beautiful? Did you miss me?” I ask.

“Me and the girls were going to try out that new café down on Williams Street, but changed plans at the last minute. To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood for it.

I was looking forward to spending more time with you.

So, yes, I missed you,” she says, giving me another peck on the lips.

She sits up and walks across to the kitchen.

After rummaging through the cupboards for a couple of minutes, she finally locates a crystal vase and begins transferring the flowers.

As she moves to the sink to fill it with water, I quietly stalk towards her.

In seconds, I’m behind her, pressing my chest against her back.

My arms slip around her waist, planting a soft kiss on the curve of her neck.

“Mmm, someone’s happy to see me,” she teases, her body relaxing into me as she places the vase on the counter.

“Why haven’t you been replying to any of my texts or calls? I was worried out of my mind. I thought I did something wrong.”

Turning around to face me, she hooks her arms around my neck, tilting her head back to gaze up at me, her eyes soft and weary.

“I’ve just been feeling a little off today.

My mood has been all over the show. I think I might be getting my period early.

And I thought you’d be busy all day, so, I hadn’t bothered to check my phone. I’m sorry.”

“Well, you should be. I don’t like being ignored.

Ever . In fact, I should probably take advantage of this time before you get your period, to punish you for making me worry for no apparent reason.

” I fix her with a deviant stare, my hungry eyes tracing a slow path down her body before returning to meet her gaze.

She reads the desire written all over my face, a playful glint in her eyes as she grins at me seductively. My cock hardens beneath my pants.

Before she has a chance to protest, I spin her around and bend her over the kitchen counter, roughly pulling her shorts and underwear down her legs. As I unbuckle my belt with one hand, I pin her down on the cold ceramic countertop with the other.

She whimpers as I press my erection against her bare arse, running my hands over the roundness of her cheeks, and feeling her smooth skin beneath my fingers. My cock throbs inside my pants as I reach between her thighs to feel her soaking wet.

“Someone’s excited to see me. You’re soaking.” I growl into her ear.

She glances over her shoulder at me, her gorgeous hazel eyes full of want and desire.

Her mouth parts, and a moan escapes as I slowly tease her clit with my fingers.

“Baby, please. I really need to feel you,” she groans.

I pause briefly to pull the condom out of my pocket, tearing the packet open with my teeth.

As I work on freeing my throbbing dick from my pants and placing the condom over it, she tries to lift herself up.

But I quickly pin her back down, slapping her on the arse—hard, and causing her to cry out loud.

“If you don’t keep still, I won’t hesitate to punish you.” I slide my sheathed cock along her wet slit, and she moans. “Perhaps, I should withhold your orgasm for being disobedient. What do you think?” My voice is low and raspy.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she growls.

I pull back just a little, enough so that the tip of my cock is in line with her entrance. “Is that a challenge?” I slowly ease into her pussy, but not all the way in. She attempts to back her hips into me, but I quickly press my hand on the arch of her back.

“No. I just desperately want you to fuck me. I need to cum, Kaden!”

She gasps when my hand strikes her arse again. “Where are your manners, naughty girl?”

“Baby, please make me cum. I beg of you!”

That’s all it takes for me to grab her hips, and push inside her with one violent thrust.

She screams from the sudden intrusion, not giving her a moment to adjust to my size. I pull out all the way only to plunge it back in with another brutal thrust.

“Oh my God! Yes! Like that!” she wails.

I start fucking her harder and faster against the counter, her moans becoming louder and more desperate. The sounds of our groans, and skin slapping against skin, echoing throughout the house.

She throws her head back, and I coil my fist around her hair, pulling her roughly against me. My other hand wraps around her throat, making her eyes roll to the back of her head. She looks like absolute sin the way her arse slaps and bounces against me.

Adding a little more pressure on her neck, I pound into her pussy like a motherfucking jack hammer, refusing to slow down as I whisper into her ear. “Because I’m feeling a little generous today, I’ll let you cum on my cock. Now, scream for me.”

I release her hair and shove my hand between her thighs. She spreads them wider giving me better access to her slick pussy. I rub circles on her clit while continuing to fuck her vigorously.

My hand on her throat moves to slide down the thin strap of her camisole, freeing her supple breast. I pinch her hard nipple roughly between my fingers, and in an instant, I feel her walls squeezing my dick. Holy shit!

Seconds later, her breathing stills, her back arches and her legs tremble. She screams out my name as she explodes and cums all over my thick cock. My hands hold onto her hips in a bruising grip as I continue to fuck her mercilessly through her orgasm.

“Fuck! I’m going to cum, baby.” I groan.

After a few more hard thrusts, my balls tighten, and my breathing stills as I empty my load, filling the condom inside her.

After fucking for a third time tonight, only stopping after running out of condoms, we collapse onto the bed.

The vigorous fuck sessions have left us sore and exhausted, but completely satiated.

We lie on our sides, her warm back pressed against my chest as my arm wraps tightly around her stomach.

Within minutes of lying in bed, I hear the soft and steady sound of her breathing as she slips into a deep slumber.

Knowing I won’t be getting any sleep, I gently kiss her shoulder and quietly turn over towards the bedside table to grab my phone, making sure not to wake her in the process.

Checking for the time, I see that it’s almost 10 pm in the evening. Shit! We’d been fucking for five hours straight. Feeling thirsty, I quietly climb out of the bed and make my way to the kitchen.

While standing in the middle of the room, my eyes focus on our discarded clothes, scattered along the tiled floor. Flashbacks of our earlier rendezvous on the kitchen counter instantly puts a smile on my face.

I get dressed and retrieve a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water, and quickly gulping it down in one go.

All that fucking, sure makes you thirsty and hungry.

But the hunger can wait for now. I just want to get back to my girl.

Quietly rinsing my cup, I place it on the dish rack and head towards the bedroom.

As I enter the bedroom, I notice her eyes are still closed, her naked body heavy with sleep.

Her hair is splayed across the pillow, wild from my hands fisting it all night, but she’s never looked more irresistible.

The blanket is tucked under one arm, while her beautiful face, calm and peaceful, rests gently on the other.

I slowly bend down, and softly kiss her lips. She stirs but doesn’t wake. “Lucy, baby,” I whisper in her ear.