A Kade Christmas Read Online Tijan

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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
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He kept sucking on my breast, his tongue caressing me.

I moaned, my head falling back to the pillow as I felt all the pleasure he was giving me.

Then he pulled out, flipped me over, and all those sensual and slow touches were gone. I felt him fully hard and demanding behind me. He positioned me on my knees, angled down, and ran a hand up my back, going to my ass. He moved in behind me, lining up.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.”

Another moan left me. “Yesss.”

As his thumb went in my ass, he sheathed his cock inside of me.

I was a writhing mess.

Yes. Yes. Just yes.

7

Still Earlier

We had an entire vacation in Hawaii.

Logan showed me the ring the following day. It was a petite twist, 14k rose gold round diamond. I swooned, and I wasn’t a swooner, but this ring—I was swooning so much.

And blinking back tears because I never thought this would happen.

Logan slipped it onto my finger as he got back in bed, and I asked him, my voice raspy, “Are you sure?”

He paused, staring at me, and a whole different look came over him. A look of wonder, tenderness, and gentleness came over him. If he’d had any stress that morning, all of it had melted as he pulled me back into his arms. He pressed his lips to my forehead, pulling me to his chest. “Yes. God, yes. I’m sure. I don’t deserve you. Of that, I’m sure.”

Well, okay then.

We didn’t leave the bed, not until our stomachs were growling.

We ordered salads, giving the tacos a brief break.

8

Present

So there was a whole shindig with James Kade.

Logan and Mason both needed to fly to Fallen Crest.

Logan told me what was going on, but I was in this whole zen mood here. I listened, and I was there for him for whatever he needed. Encouragement. Cheering. If he needed me to kick him in the ass, whatever he needed, I gave it, but also, I’m still trying to stay in the Zen mode.

No drama.

James Kade was only drama, but Logan and Mason had it under control. They always did what was necessary whenever they needed to get something under control.

Samantha brought the kids over. We didn’t live far, so it wasn’t hard to get everyone in the car. Maddie helped a ton, and we had an entire toy room for the twins when they got here. I liked having them here because it was my way of trying to do something nice for Samantha.

I made dinner. Samantha had some wine. I had non-alcoholic wine. She didn’t notice.

We laughed. She asked me about work. I asked how her training was going because she’d decided to try for one last run for the Olympics.

During the visit, Heather called, and I left her alone to talk with her best friend.

I went and played hide-and-go-seek with the twins while getting the 411 from Maddie. There was a boy—ick, hiss—who liked her. I asked if she liked him back, and she thought about it, then shrugged and said, “I don’t know, but if he doesn’t stop messaging me about how nice my hair is, I’m going to punch him.” She paused and added, “I’ll do it after school so I don’t embarrass him in front of his friends.” She finished, giving me a long and dramatic nod while sharing a look as if to say, ‘You feel me, sister?’

I learned when Maddie was born to always agree with her. She was a female incarnate of Logan and Mason together.

“I feel you, sister.”

She harrumphed and sighed before standing up. “Okay. It’s my turn to find the little shits. You stay, take a load off, Aunt Taylor.”

I still hadn’t told Logan.

9

Earlier

We kayaked.

We surfed.

We hiked.

We went horseback riding.

We snorkeled.

We enjoyed poke.

We had a luau on our second to last night.

We did everything tourists were supposed to do. We did it. It wasn’t our first time in Hawaii, and it wouldn’t be our last, but there was an extra frenzy about the trip. We needed to do all of this for ourselves, like this was our trip, for us, and we were exploring Hawaii for the first time.

It was our last night, and we were in bed. Neither of us wanted to leave. Or move.

Logan lay between my legs, his arms spread out. I was almost cradling him, running my hands through his hair. He nestled his head just under my breasts, and every once in a while, he liked to reach up and touch my breast or my nipple or kiss there.

“I don’t want to go back.”

He took in a deep breath, then let it out. His body sank even more into the bed and me. “Me neither.”

His phone lit up from the bedside stand.

It’d been lighting up for the last few days, and Logan was not being Logan. He was ignoring every text, email, message, and call. He wasn’t responding to anyone.


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