The Chauffeur [Complete]

Chapter 44

We've become animals. Rabid ones. I don't remember the last time either one of us has slept.

Setting me down on the kitchen island, Rade parts my thighs and shoves his face in my sex. I wasn't wearing any underwear. He'd ripped off quite a few pairs, so in order to spare the few I have left, I stopped wearing them.

I don't even know what day it is today. Wednesday? Thursday? Maybe it's Saturday. Everly didn't have school. Or maybe she did. I wasn't sure. She's with her dad. He wanted to spend the day with her, and I let him.

I fisted Rade's hair between my fingers, tossing my head back as he ravished me. I would never get tired of this. Of him with his head buried between my thighs. And I don't think he will either. He might just enjoy it more than I do.

"Rade," I breathed, feeling my release just on the edge.

He stops.

I curse at him in my native tongue, firing words at him rapidly for stopping right when I was about to reach climax. He likes watching me lose my mind.

Amusement lights up his eyes. He understands every word. "You're pissed," he observes, returning to his full height.

"Of course I'm pissed. I was so fucking close..." My English converts back to Spanish. I have a few more colorful choices of words for him.

He lets me tear into him, spewing off curse after angry curse. Somewhere in there, I've called him an asshole and a dickhead. He says nothing. Just waits for me to finish.

And then, when I've no more left to say, he says calmly, "Are you done?"

I nod. "Yeah, I'm done."

He nods in response as if to say, 'good' before actually saying, "My turn." I'm yanked closer to the edge by my legs, and I snake my arms around him. I'm still pissed at him, but I can't help looking into those enchanting eyes.

He enters me in one swift motion, and immediately, I forget why I'm upset. The pressure that had faded in my lower abdomen has returned as he pounds into me.

I lay back, my back coming in contact with the cool marble beneath me. Something crashes to the floor. I'd accidentally knocked something over. I'm pretty sure it was a vase full of flowers.

I'm too caught up in the moment to stop. Rade bends down to kiss me. "Do you taste yourself on my lips?" He questions against my mouth before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging on it.

Picked up, I let him shift us over to the refrigerator. I'm pinned against the stainless steel. A strained sound rips from my throat. He's hit my spot. "Oh, fuck."

"You feel so good, baby. So good." He drops his head, his groans of pleasure filling my ears.

Knowing he feels good brings me joy. And it's that knowledge that pushes me over the edge. With one last thrust, he and I climax together.

This was one of our shorter sessions. Sometimes it takes us hours before we're both fucked out. But today was different. I'd spent all day interviewing for jobs while he spent the day handling business at the restaurant.

Two out of the three jobs I'd interviewed for were a success. I have no doubt in my mind that I will get a call back. Both places have good starting wages and will be a great help when I apply for online schooling at a university. I'm finally going to pursue my dreams.

Back on my feet, Rade withdrew himself from me, discarded the condom, and slipped back on his boxers. While I picked up his dress shirt and put it on, he took a rag and stuck it under the faucet. The warm rag was then used to gently clean me up.

He kissed my cheek when he was done. "I'm going to go draw you a bath. Can you make it up the stairs, or do you need me to carry you?"

Need? I didn't need him to carry me. But did I want him to? Hell yeah. I held out my arms, and he picked me up. I rested my head on his chest. "Join me?" I requested, referring to the bath he was going to draw for me once we were upstairs.

"Can't."

I frowned, disappointed. "Why not?"

"I need to get started on dinner. It's late and I know you're going to want to eat after your bath."

I sighed. He knows me so well. "That's not true," I lied.

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled, giving me away. Rade sends a glare my way. He knew I was lying way before my stomach snitched. I should've known it would betray me. Never fails. I swear.

An hour later, I was feeling refreshed and ready to eat. My mouth watered at the amazing aroma dancing throughout the hallway. Something smells sweet.

I followed it down into the kitchen. Rade had just finished making... breakfast? He turned, holding a plate of golden Belgium waffles, sausage links, and mixed fruit. Breakfast for dinner? I love it.

He handed me my plate, along with a fork and knife, and I went into the dining room. Rade took the seat across from me like he always does. He hadn't made a plate for himself, focused on me as I cut into my waffles.

I moaned as soon as I tasted the butter and syrup on my tongue. It's official. I am never cooking again. I'm making Rade my personal chef from now on. I took another bite. And another. And another until I was nearly done.

"I should be used to you watching me eat by now," I told him, my words a bit muffled because I was talking with a mouth full of waffle. "But I don't think I ever will." Him staring at me with those eyes, waiting patiently for me to finish eating what he made for me. "I feel like I hardly ever see you eat." Perhaps it's because I'm too invested in the food in front of me to really pay attention to him like he does me.

"You always watch me eat."

"When?" I questioned, trying to remember the last time.

He glanced at the watch on his wrist. "Exactly one hour, ten minutes, and thirty- no, thirty-one seconds ago."

It took me a second to realize what he meant. But when I did, my face was redder than the sliced strawberries on my plate. What made his statement even more blush-inducing was because he had said it with a blatant expression on his face, and without breaking eye contact.

I swallowed the food in my mouth with a gulp. Averting my gaze from his dark one, I looked everywhere but at him. "I'm not sure that counts," I said, my voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

"It counts, baby. Nothing fills me up more than when my tongue is in that sweet pussy."

A nervous laugh escaped me. I cleared my dry throat and pressed two fingers to my neck to make sure I was still breathing. When I felt my racing pulse throb beneath my burning skin, I fanned myself to cool down.

Amused, Rade's lips twitch. "Finished?"

I nodded. For the first time in my life, I couldn't eat another bite. His words had diminished my appetite and replaced it with a certain desire only he could fill. And he knew it.

"Good, because I'm starving."