Page 113 of Double Dare
“I quote, ‘you can make gentle love to her.’” Kade laughs. “Whatever the fuck that means. I think just take it easy on her. No double dicking or hate fucks, I guess.”
Laken will love that. She’s always fighting for alpha position, so it won’t be easy to make her give it up, but if she wants to make gentle love, as Gen put it, she’s going to have to learn to like it.
I throw some spices in the sauce and let it simmer to chop up some lettuce for a salad. “Gentle love, eh?”
“Yeah, and since you’re busy, watch how gentle of a lover I can be.” He steals a crouton and smirks, pushing off the counter to wake her up.
“Don’t fuck her, Kade.”
“I won’t. Jesus.” He sits down and puts her feet on his lap. “Hey, Bossy.”
Turning my back on whatever it means for Kade to be gentle, I finish up with dinner and set it all out on the table. This cabin isn't very big, but I like the way we fit here. Laken really does want Kade to move in with us, but she said she didn’t want to throw that on him out of the blue and that she’d rather build up to it. Well, I threw that caution to the wind and just fucking said it. I don’t care if the three of us build a new place on this property, add an addition to this cabin, sell it all and start new somewhere, or move back to my parents. All I care about is that we’re together.
I’ve shared a tiny-ass room with Kade all my life, so living with him is no big deal to me. Actually, if I hadn’t met Laken, we probably would have gotten a place together anyway because old habits die hard and I’m just used to having him in my space. Sometimes I hate it, but when I don’t have it, I miss him. It feels right to move in together, so I’m glad I said something to him. At least he’ll be thinking about it now.
“Are you denying me?” Laken asks Kade.
“Wanna make gentle love?” he asks her, smirking.
“Gentle…what? Love, sure…but gentle?” She scrunches her face up. “How?”
I laugh, not even sure if she’s joking or not. “Come eat dinner first, love.”
“We can google it while we eat, Bossy.” Kade hops up, pulling her from the couch.
We don’t really have a kitchen table, but we have an island with a few stools, so I slide plates of spaghetti across the counter and pull a stool around the opposite side for me. I add a bowl of salad and a plate of garlic bread in the middle, thanking my dad for teaching us all how to cook. At least some things.
Why is this so damn nice? Jesus, I’ve gone so soft that a three-person dinner is getting me all content.
“So,” Laken starts, slurping spaghetti. It’s nice to see her appetite is back and her nausea is gone. “Was it Gar?” she asks, knowing damn well it wasn’t him.
“He had no idea what we were even talking about,” I admit.
“Of course he didn’t because he didn’t fucking do it.” She points her fork at me.
“He gave Hardin his phone today, completely voluntarily, and your Instagram account and all those pictures were on there.” Kade looks at Laken. “I watched him the whole time. His cute as fuck face drained of color and he looked like he wanted to cry. He didn’t do it.”
“Amber probably did,” I say. “That’s what we think, anyway. She’s not a fan of you, and I hate to fucking say it, Lake, but she has her claws in Gar.”
“Yeah, but she’s—”
“A cunt,” Kade cuts in. “No better description. Don’t be all Canadian, Laken. Not everyone is nice.”
She smacks him. “I know that, but you’d think Gar would have noticed something like that.”
“She’s manipulative. We see her cunty side, and Gar sees the pleasant, loving, girlfriend side. He has no idea he’s dating a bitch.”
“Ugh,” Laken groans. “And it’s not like I can outright tell him that without proof. He’s still my best friend, so I’ll protect him however I can, but I don’t want his heart to be broken.” She pouts. “I think you’re right, though. It has to be Amber, which is why I need to call Gar and apologize.”
“For what?” I scoff. I love Gar, probably too much and in inappropriate ways, but he’s with Amber, and that makes him dumb as shit right now.
Laken tilts her head, noodles hanging from her lips, glaring at me. “For what?”
“Alright, shit,” Kade relents. “We might have hit first and asked questions after. Literally killed something in my soul to hit Gar, though. Like…I’m broken now.”
“Right?” I agree. “He looks hot with a black eye, but…yeah, didn’t enjoy that punch.”
“You’re both apologizing to him. Groveling. Hard. On your knees.” Laken points that same fork at both of us and then snags some garlic bread and the whole bowl of salad.