“Oka—” I started to say, but my words died away as he slid his hands into my hair, angling my head to the side and running his tongue up my neck. He left soft bites across my jaw, licking away the sting, then bit my earlobe. Goosebumps stood out all over my body, his combination of soft kisses and licks and stinging bites driving me insane with need.
I whimpered. I didn’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my life. Knowing how he set me on fire, and being deprived of him for so long, living under the same roof, had been a kind of torture I didn’t ever want to repeat. Now, I was desperate for him.
“I fucking missed you.” Something in his tone had me drawing my head back, turning to meet his heated gaze. It wasn’t just lust burning in his eyes. There was more, a smouldering intensity behind the fire, that made me catch my breath and my stomach flip. My heart rate kicked up, butterflies going mad inside me, adding to the sensations I was already feeling, sending me into overdrive. I kissed him, hard, attacking his mouth, scraping my nails down his back, using my legs to drag us even closer until there wasn’t even a millimetre of space between us.
He groaned into my mouth, then ended the kiss, pressing his mouth to my ear. “You ready for me to ruin you for anyone else?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He didn’t need to know that he already had.
That one word was all the invitation he needed. He pressed on my shoulders, pushing me back until I was sprawled over the hood of the car, my skirt up around my waist, my pussy soaked for him. I raised my head, watching him as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a grey rectangular object, sliding his thumb up to reveal the blade of a knife extending from the top of the handle, glinting in the dim moonlight shining on us.
“A knife? Really?”
He gave me a wicked grin. “Might’ve got the idea from Z.”
“Of course you did.”
My amusement died away as our eyes met, his gaze open, hiding nothing, and I laid my head back, trusting him completely.
I felt the cold press of steel against my inner thigh, and I shivered involuntarily, then held myself as still as I could while he cut my underwear away from me.
“There you are,” he breathed, his voice low and hoarse, and then he pushed my legs apart and his tongue was on me, licking up through my wetness, flicking against my clit, his breath warm on my inner thighs as his tongue worked magic. I gripped onto his hair, tugging hard, and I felt him chuckle against me, before he carried on with slow, unhurried licks, adding a finger as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Fucking hell,” I moaned, involuntarily squeezing my thighs together, trapping him between them. He added another finger, scissoring them inside me, while his mouth…fuck me, his mouth. I clamped my thighs tighter around his head, crying out his name as I shuddered beneath him, coming so hard that I forgot where I was, lost in him.
“Look how hard you made me, Snowflake.” He pulled me into a sitting position, supporting me with his arms while I caught my breath, weak and boneless from the orgasm he’d given me.
I stared down between us at his cock jutting out between us, ready for me. “Caiden.” My brain refused to work.
“Do you know how much—” He stopped speaking abruptly, burying his face in my neck, sinking his teeth into my collarbone, and I hissed, both from pleasure and pain. All I could do was sit there, supporting myself on my arms as he slid his hands up under my top, cupping my breasts, stroking across my nipples, then pinching them. He lifted my top and sucked one breast, then the other, covering them with soft bites, sucks, and kisses, dragging his teeth across my nipples, until I was so fucking wet and ready for him that I was once again grinding against him, his dick against my wetness, begging over and over for him to be inside me.
“You want me, do you?” He stared at me, heavy-lidded, his expression a mixture of lust, longing, and amusement.
“I’ve always wanted you. From the first moment I saw you.”
I didn’t mean to say the words, but they came out anyway, and I was shocked to find that I meant them.
He didn’t reply, but kissed me until I was breathless, dragging the full length of his cock against me, over my clit, up and down, torturing me.
“Cade.” His name fell from my lips, a plea, and he reached down to grab a foil packet, ripping it open impatiently. He rolled the condom on, then without warning, suddenly thrust inside me.
Fuck.
He filled me so completely.
I clenched around him, and he growled, biting into my neck, gripping my ass.
He thrust into me, holding me in place as I lay back, feeling his cock jump inside me, his tongue licking across the shell of my ear, making me tremble. The metal of the car was cold underneath me, but Caiden’s body was hot against mine. I rolled my hips against him as we kissed over and over, his hands caressing my breasts and moving between us to work my clit as he set a slow, lazy pace, until my lips were swollen from his kisses. I was wetter than I’d ever been, and I was desperate for more.
“I need you to fuck me hard, now, Cade. Please.” My gasped words were carried away on the night breeze that blew through the car park, but nothing could cool this blazing inferno between us.
My words snapped something between us.
He flipped me over and bent me over the hood of the car, my thighs pressed against the grille as he fisted my hair, his other hand gripping my hip. His muscles flexed against me as he drew almost all the way out, then pumped back into me, and I moaned his name as he pulled on my hair, arching my back as he sank all the way inside.
Our breathing was ragged in the night air, as he thrust into me again and again, harder and faster, and I met his thrusts with my own, holding on to the car, our bodies driving into one another as he fucked me into oblivion.
When I came down from my high and could finally see straight, Caiden brushed my hair to one side, kissing my neck. “You’re unbelievable.” His hoarse words sounded low in my ear, as he pulled out and turned me around to face him. Sitting on the car, my legs shaky, I looked up at his gorgeous face, winding my arms around his neck.
He carefully picked me up and carried me round the side of the car, somehow managing to open my door without dropping me. Placing me down on my seat, he clipped my belt around me, covering my now-shivering body with a blanket that had been rolled up in the footwell.
“Totally worth the wait,” I murmured, once he’d opened his own door and slid into his seat.
“Yeah. I agree.” With a smile playing across his face, he leaned over and kissed my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face, before he started the engine.
I sank back against my seat, my eyes closed.
He completely wrecked me.
Could I say dickmatized?
If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.
* * *
The party was still going strong when we pulled into the driveway. Cade motioned for me to stay where I was, then came around to my side of the car and scooped me up, blanket and all. He carried me into the house and up the stairs, ignoring everyone else, not stopping until we were in his bathroom, the door locked firmly behind us. The sound of the running water drowned out the noise of the party—mostly, anyway, and he stripped us both off and soaped my body, still not speaking, his touch sparking the fire back to life inside of me.
I felt his hard cock against my ass and ground myself back into it, and he groaned, sliding his hands around me to caress my breasts as I leaned back against his chest, turning my head to kiss him.
“Do we have time for one more round?” My voice came out all breathy.
“There’s always time for one more round.” He slid one of his hands up to cup my throat, squeezing lightly, trailing kisses along my jawline.
A loud banging on the door made us both jump, and I screeched loudly.
“Stop fucking and get out here!” Weston’s shout came through the locked door.
I pouted and Cade laughed, shaking his head. “Cockblocked by my own br
other. Come on. We’ll continue this later when everyone’s gone.”
“I suppose we’d better be social, if we must.” I sighed, giving him one last kiss before I left the shower—very reluctantly, may I add.
Time to face the music.
SEVENTEEN
In the kitchen, leaning against the island, I sipped my drink while I chatted to a couple of girls from my economics class, idly admiring Cade as he talked to Z and another guy. Every now and then he’d catch my eye, giving me a smile or a cheeky wink, and every time, my heart skipped a beat. We were both wearing jeans, standing out like sore thumbs in the midst of the crowd still dressed in their ball gowns, tuxes, and suits, but to me, he looked better than anyone else in the room. I’d been teasing earlier when I’d called him King Caiden, but the way his presence dominated the room, everyone deferring to him? I wasn’t wrong. He was a born leader, someone that other people looked up to and admired. Admired a bit too much, if we were talking about the girls who were constantly vying for his attention.
“You’ve worked miracles.”
I turned around to see Cassius behind me. He motioned with his head, and I said goodbye to the girls, following him out through the sliding doors onto the back decked area with the hot tub, which was mostly empty thanks to the chill in the air. I opened the wooden storage unit we kept outside and pulled out two thick, fluffy blankets, handing one to Cassius, then sank into the reclining chair next to his, huddling under my blanket.
“What do you mean, I’ve worked miracles?” I picked up the conversation where we’d left off inside.
“Cade. He’s, I dunno, happy.”
A smile spread across my face. “Elaborate?”
He settled back in his chair, taking a swig from his beer bottle before continuing. “When we were younger, yeah, he used to play up and get into trouble, but he was more like West. More…carefree, I guess? But ever since his mum died, he’s been kind of angry and brooding a lot of the time—most of the time, in fact. The whole burden he took on, the responsibility of what happened, and all that shit with your mother… He didn’t seem like he had much to smile about, y’know? Until you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah. Look at him, in there.”
I turned to look back into the kitchen, watching. Caiden spoke animatedly to the guy he was with, then tipped his head back in laughter, playfully punching the guy in the shoulder.
“I like him so much, Cass.” My voice came out as a whisper, my emotions overwhelming me.
“The feeling’s mutual, babe. He’s fucking crazy about you.” Resting his beer bottle on the arm of his chair, he sighed heavily, adding, “He’s lucky to have you.”
“Yep.” I smirked at him, and he grinned, his tone lightening.
“Not that I want to be tied down to one woman, but if I did, you’d be top of my list, of course.”
“Of course.” Laughing, I reached for my drink but stiffened as I glanced over at Caiden again and saw Jessa making a beeline for him, putting her hand on his arm and reaching up to speak into his ear.
I held my breath, watching to see what he would do.
He shrugged her arm off, an angry look on his face, shaking his head and taking a step back from her. She took a step forwards, pressing against him and hooking her arms around his neck.
That. Was. It.
I saw red, shooting out of my chair and storming through the doors, stalking up behind her and gripping a handful of her hair, using it to jerk her backwards. Not too hard, but enough to tell her that I wouldn’t take her shit anymore.
“What. The fuck. Do you think. You’re doing?”
She dropped her arms from Cade’s neck, a look of shock on her face as I spun her to face me. I let go of her hair, glaring at her, and her eyes widened at my expression before she tried to recover, her lips curling into a sneer. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m spending time with my date. Got a problem with that?”
Unfortunately, with her being in skyscraper heels, and me being in the scuffed pair of trainers I’d thrown on after my shower, the effect I was going for was kind of ruined as I had to look up at her, rather than us being a similar height. Even so, I wasn’t about to let her intimidate me. No, I was way, way past being intimidated.
I was raging.
It was a build-up of things. The scathing looks, the catty comments, the blatant hitting on Cade right in front of me…didn’t she have any self-respect? And shouldn’t women be trying to build each other up, rather than tear each other down?
That final thought was the only thing that kept my temper from completely boiling over and slapping the smug, disdainful look off her face.
“Jessa. Listen carefully, because I’m only going to say this once.” I stepped closer, my teeth gritted and my firsts clenched as I hissed out the words. “You—”
I never got to finish my sentence.
In one quick movement, Caiden brushed past Jessa, moving around behind me, spinning me around and lifting me into his arms, and then his mouth was on mine. My rage melted away, and Jessa was instantly forgotten, as my legs went around his waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He flicked his tongue against my lips, and I opened my mouth for him, sliding my tongue against his, my eyes closing. I dimly heard noises around us, as he carried me, holding me effortlessly.
The back of my legs met cool stone, and he deposited me on the marble island, finally breaking the kiss. He pressed his forehead to mine, still holding me tightly, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“I see you.” Those same words he’d said to me during the fireworks, spoken with rough insistency, made my stomach flip, and I shivered in his arms as his hot breath fanned across my skin.
He ran his hands up my back, sliding into my hair, his lips brushing against mine, his words stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Only you, Snowflake. No one else compares.”
* * *
It was around four in the morning when the party ended. People were crashed out everywhere, all over the house—chairs, floors, beds, anywhere there was space. Zayde and Weston had both disappeared, and I’d ended up back outside on the deck with a small group of people—me, Cade, Cass, two guys from uni, both named Mark (yeah, a little confusing, but on the plus side it was easy to remember their names), and four girls—two of whom were currently draped all over Cassius. Cannabis smoke hung thick and heavy in the air, and rain fell steadily around us, beating a soft, hypnotic rhythm on the roof that covered the decking. The area was illuminated by a string of fairy lights which cast a soft glow around the space, and the boys had turned on the patio heaters which were keeping the chill from the air.
I was snuggled into a large recliner with Caiden, one of the fluffy blankets covering our legs. We passed a joint back and forth while we chilled with our friends, the conversation laid-back and flowing. It was so good to be able to be with Caiden again, to be close to him, to not have to keep my distance. None of these people would be bothered about us being together, and I was making the most of it.
Cade took a large hit of the joint, pulling my head towards him. He exhaled against my lips, sending the smoke into my mouth, following it with a soft bite to my lower lip. I smiled up at him, completely relaxed in his arms.
“You must have a magical pussy to tie down Cavendish,” one of the Marks commented, staring at me through glassy, heavy-lidded eyes.
“I guess you’ll never know.” I shrugged, feeling Caiden stiffen behind me, starting to lean forward.
“Leave it.” I twisted to face him. “We’re all pretty wasted.”
He looked down at me, frowning. “No. I—”
It was my turn to shut him up with a kiss. He growled in frustration but eventually kissed me back. I rolled my tongue against his, tasting whiskey and weed, a combination which somehow worked, or at least it did after the amount of weed and alcohol I’d already ingested.
He finally pulled back from me, muttering, “Good thing I like you so
much.” His jaw was still set, but his gaze softened as his eyes met mine.
“The feeling’s mutual.” I passed him the remainder of the joint. “Not that you needed me to tell you that.”
He exhaled, smoke curling through the air, before he flicked the end off the decking into the wet grass, then turned back to me. “I did. I’ve been without you too fucking long.”
Smiling, I shook my head but said the words he wanted to hear. “I like you, Caiden Cavendish. A lot.” I took a deep breath, coming as close as I’d let myself to admitting how strong my feelings for him were. “More than a lot, actually. And I’m beyond glad that you got everything straight in your head. This night ended up way better than I’d imagined.”
“Yeah, it did end up being pretty fucking epic.” He grinned, his frustration forgotten. “Tell me again what you said about liking me more than a lot?”
“Stop it!” I buried my face in his chest, my cheeks hot. It had been hard enough to say it the first time.
“Say it again.”
“No.” I kept my face hidden.
Leaning down, he gripped my jaw, angling my head so he could press his mouth to my ear. He breathed out, and flutters of sensation danced across my skin, then licked across the shell, sending shivers through my body.
His voice was a whispered rasp, but I heard it as clearly as if he’d shouted it.
“I like you more than a lot, too.”
EIGHTEEN
It took the whole morning to clear the remaining partygoers out of the house and then put the house back in order. All on about three hours’ sleep. The boys called the cleaning agency, who sent two cleaners over to help, okay, to do 90 percent of the clean-up, reiterating that they needed to be paid double for working on a Sunday. Weston and Cassius had disappeared earlier, giving Lena a lift home, then Weston was collecting a package from one of his mysterious web contacts. It all sounded a bit odd; he was picking it up from the lockers that were held in the local train station—they were the type that you could have packages delivered to from various couriers, and you’d be given a passcode so you could collect your items. Still, I got the need for secrecy, and the fact that these guys could never risk showing their faces, thanks to their activities being highly illegal for the most part.
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