Craving Caden (Lost Boys Book 2)

by Jessica Lemmon

  I rested a hand on her head over the blanket, conscious not to force her mouth down, but there was no need. She didn’t need guidance. Her perfect rhythm sent a trail of pure fire licking up my spine.

  An electric buzz started in my cock and then shot through my limbs. I knifed up and threw the blanket off to warn her I was close to coming. If I’d known she was going to do this, I’d have cleaned the pipes this morning before I picked her up. I swept her hair away from her face, which gave me a full view of her plush mouth sliding over my rigid flesh.

  “Tash,” I breathed, my voice ragged.

  Big blue eyes turned up at me as she determinedly continued her work.

  I locked my gaze with hers, unable to make my tongue to work for a totally different reason than usual.

  She never came up for air.

  My balls drew up, my legs tensing and my knees locking. I put my hand on her head gently, the other wrapped around the steering wheel with a death grip. Then my ass clenched and my eyes rolled back. My release shuttled toward me like a runaway train, jarring my entire body. I came hard. Hips lifting, I pumped into her mouth, as a long, low groan of completion exited mine. It ended on a stuttered, shaky breath. My tense muscles relaxed one by one. I unclenched my hand from the steering wheel and dropped it to my lap. My mind was lost behind a fuzzy veil as she let me loose, kissing her way from my belly to my chest and hauling my shirt up as she went.

  She placed an open-mouthed kiss on one of my nipples. “I love your body.”

  “I love yours.” I shuddered, then lazily opened my eyes.

  Tasha hovered over me, all rumpled hair and flushed cheeks and damp mouth. My thoughts should have bordered on pornographic, but I was thinking about how easy it’d be to love more than her body. To let go of any reservations I had about our futures and free fall.

  I wadded the blanket and threw it into the backseat. Cupping her jaw, I kissed her. She tasted like sex, which made me want to lick every inch of her.

  “Say something else,” she whispered against my mouth.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  An answering heat flared in her blue eyes as my hands wandered from the neck of her shirt to her breasts.

  “Here?” She took a cautious look around, but there was nothing in the surrounding woods save trees and crickets and stars. And her. Even in the gathering darkness, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on.

  “Anywhere. Everywhere,” I answered as she chuckled. But particularly here. It was past time to christen this car. Bucket seats would be challenging, but I was up for it.

  “Don’t you need a minute to…?” She gestured to my open pants.

  “Don’t worry about me.” I had other plans and they didn’t involve actual sex. Not yet. Once I went down on Tasha and made her come a few times, I was sure the rest of my body would join in the fun. I lifted her skirt to her waist and attempted to lean across the seat, suffering a stick shift to the ribs.

  Second thought…

  I climbed out of the car and opened her door, turning her body so that both of her feet were on the ground. I gripped her thighs and sent a dark look up at the gorgeous blonde perched on my leather seat, her nipples hardening in the cool night air.

  She sighed my name, and I had the passing thought about my accident being a blessing. If I hadn’t wrecked Blue, if I hadn’t lost my speech, she wouldn’t be here with me now. I’d be a punk-ass law student and Tasha Montgomery wouldn’t be sighing my name with reverence.

  Humbling.

  My mouth watered as I yanked her panties from her legs.

  “You don’t have to—” she started.

  “Tongue exercises.” I grinned before placing a damp kiss on the inside of one of her thighs.

  Tasha

  Before tonight I would have sworn there was no way I could relax enough to climax while Cade went down on me in a public place.

  I was about to be proven very wrong.

  I had been fully prepared to fake it so that we could skip to the sex part. To be honest, this wasn’t my favorite activity in bed. But as Cade worked me over, I reconsidered. The gear shift dug into my lower back and my knee was wedged against the glove compartment, but the delicious pressure of his tongue on my clit eclipsed any discomfort. My hips lifted, my moans growing louder. I grabbed his hair, not to guide him but for leverage. It seemed I was once again in danger of hurtling out of the atmosphere.

  Even in the brisk night air, I was overheated. My heart was racing, and my nipples tingled. Oh God. Oh, yes. I was about to come.

  He picked up the pace, his attention narrowing on my clit as I pulled his hair. He didn’t seem to mind. I sure as hell didn’t; I was enjoying myself immensely.

  “So close,” I breathed.

  He responded with a low hum that reverberated through my entire body. I threw my head back, my own body humming like a downed power line. Close, so close. He lifted my ass, settling in, but there was no need. My release slammed into me without warning as my body bowed. I whispered his name, a prayer, as I sagged on the car’s seat.

  Damn.

  He knew how to use his tongue.

  He placed a tender kiss on the inside of each of my thighs before shooting me a smile. I would never forget how he looked shadowed by the dim interior light of the car. His messy hair, the dimple punctuating his cheek and the look of pride in his eyes, all framed by my loose floral skirt.

  He climbed to his feet and adjusted himself. From the thick bulge evident through the denim, I could tell he was ready to go again. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think straight. I held out my arms.

  “Come here.”

  I was ready to accept his luscious weight against me. I was ready to strip him and have him inside me. I was ready for whatever came next, even if our first time was in the car.

  A grin spread his amazing mouth as he bent to kiss me. Then a red glow covered his face. Then blue. Then red. His hooded eyes widened and he uttered two words I hadn’t expected.

  “Shit. Cops.”

  I blinked, the news hitting me like ice-cold water over my head.

  “Get dressed.”

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. My heart pounded double time, my post-orgasmic buzz vanishing into the ether. I pulled on my shirt and shoved my skirt down as I tucked my legs into the car. Cade rounded to the driver’s side and gave me a tight nod.

  I nodded back as I catalogued what crimes we’d committed. Not many. We didn’t have any alcohol in the car, and I was pretty sure the cop couldn’t prove we were having sex. We were trespassing at worst. I didn’t think I could be arrested for that, but I wasn’t sure. Suddenly my inner bad girl wasn’t so triumphant. She slunk into a corner and hid.

  The sound of heavy boots on grass grew closer as a flashlight beam blinded me. I shielded my eyes.

  “Care to explain what you’re doing here?” a voice of authority asked.

  When the flashlight moved from me to Cade, my eyes readjusted to the darkness. I took a good look at the officer in blue. One hand rested on his hip. He had an average but nice build. Reddish hair. I knew him. He’d been at the hospital when Cade was there. Rena, at the urging of her well-meaning mother, had gone on a date with this guy. Needless to say, things hadn’t worked out.

  “No.” Cade rested a hip on the door, arms folded over his chest.

  “Baron, right?” I blurted out. The officer swept the flashlight to me, this time aimed at my body rather than shining it in my eyes. “I remember you.”

  I couldn’t make out his reaction beyond the light.

  “I’m Tasha Montgomery. Rena’s best friend,” I said as if we had run into each other at the grocery store. Baron lowered the flashlight, sweeping it over Cade. If I kept talking, I might be able to get us out of this. Baron liked Rena. As in liked liked. Or he used to, anyway. I hoped he wasn’t bitter because Rena chose Devlin over him.

  Maybe Baron was lovesick enough to let us go.

  “This is Cade. He’s who
I was visiting in the hospital when you were there last year.” I decided not to mention that Baron had been there to question Devlin for his involvement in illegal betting. “Anyway, I’m going to school to be a therapist so that’s what we were working on. Speech therapy.” This was not going well, and it sounded like a lie, even though it was the truth. Sort of.

  “Whatever you’re ‘working on,’ there’s no reason for you to be in a park after-hours,” Baron said, his voice low and authoritative. “You’re trespassing.”

  “Not like we’re disturbing the peace,” Cade said. “There’s no one here but us.”

  Baron swept his angry gaze to Cade.

  “It’s totally my fault,” I interrupted with a smile before we both ended up in jail. “I had a late class tonight which meant our session had to be postponed. He does better when we practice outside, and I was hoping the dark would, um, help him relax more. Speech is a funny thing. There are a lot of emotional hurdles along with…” I trailed off when Cade shot me a dark look.

  “Sounds like he’s speaking okay to me,” Baron challenged.

  “See, it works!” I chirped, hyperaware that my underpants were on the floorboard. I quickly covered them with my shoe. Going to jail without underpants was too embarrassing to contemplate. Even more embarrassing than the call I’d have to make to my father wherein I admitted that he was right and Caden Wilson had in fact turned me into a criminal.

  “Just write a damn ticket so we can leave,” Cade grumbled. I wanted to throttle him. He wasn’t helping.

  “Stay in the vehicle,” Baron told me. “And you,” he said to Cade, “get in.”

  For a few sweaty seconds I thought Cade would argue, but he opened the driver’s side door and climbed in.

  Baron rested his hand on the door frame. “I’m going to let you off with a warning because I’m a nice guy.”

  “Thank you so much.” I brightened.

  “You’re welcome.” Baron frowned as Cade turned the key in the ignition. Headlights illuminated the grass and trees before us. “If I catch you out here again, doing therapy, you’ll find out I’m not always such a nice guy.”

  “We hear you, bro,” Cade said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. If I wasn’t concealing my panties with my shoes, I’d kick him for that.

  “You’re lucky, Wilson,” Baron said, proving he knew exactly who Cade was. “If it wasn’t for her, your ass would be mine.” Cade, wisely, didn’t respond. Baron patted the car and smiled at me. “Rena’s doing well?”

  “She is,” I said cautiously.

  “Good.” Baron pointed his flashlight beam toward the exit and stepped back. “You kids behave, now.”

  Cade rolled from the grass to the parking lot through the now-open gate and then we were on the road.

  I exhaled a breath of relief, sagging in my seat for a different reason. “That was a close one.”

  “Did you have to mention speech therapy?” Cade growled.

  “What did you expect? You were begging for a ticket.”

  He clenched his teeth. I saw a muscle in his cheek tic. “Maybe I don’t want everyone to know I can’t talk.”

  “Well, you’re talking now,” I pointed out.

  “It comes and goes. You know that,” he called over the wind cutting through the car. The air wasn’t frigid but it certainly wasn’t warm. Rather than ask him to put the top up, I reached for the blanket and covered my legs and arms.

  I held back my hair with one hand to keep it from whipping my face and watched my driver’s scowl in the passing headlights.

  He was right. His ability to speak came and went depending on the moment. But we’d been successful at widening the gap in between. That had to count for something. I wasn’t sure if it was my meager attempt at exercising his tongue, or more his own returning confidence, but I believed he was on the road to a full recovery.

  “Are you taking me home?” I asked at a red light. If he turned left, we’d be heading to my apartment. A right would take us to his place.

  “No.” Under the streetlamps, heat flashed in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tasha

  Cade parked in the garage, lifted the cooler and my backpack out of the backseat, and gestured to the door leading to his room.

  “Your dad’s here.” I pointed at Paul’s car.

  Cade shrugged. “And?”

  “What if he tells my dad that I spent the night?” I wasn’t sure how much deeper the shit pile went if I continued to defy my father, and I wasn’t eager to find out. “We should go to my place.” I hadn’t been thinking before when he told me I was coming home with him. I was too busy giving thanks that we weren’t in the back of a police cruiser.

  “I’ll talk to him.”

  “My dad?” My voice climbed a few octaves.

  “Mine.” Cade smiled. “Go up.”

  I sent one last hesitant glance over to Paul’s car before going up to Cade’s room. He followed, setting the cooler on the counter and turning on a light switch. Then he kissed me and told me he’d be right back.

  I dug through my pack, pleased to find a change of clothes in the bottom for the gym at work. I had even packed underwear and a sports bra. A small win, but I’d take it.

  Cade returned as I was checking my messages. I didn’t have any, text or otherwise.

  “What’d he say?” I asked. But I didn’t give him time to answer. “What did you say?”

  “I said don’t tell Morton, and he said okay.” Then his smile turned wicked and he added, “I also told him your dad told you to stay away but you couldn’t resist me.” He pulled a hand over his spectacular chest, the gesture both cocky and confident.

  “Thanks a lot.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Just telling the truth.” He took my hand and pulled me off the love seat and walked with me to the bed.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I tried to sound stern, but the wispy quality of my voice wasn’t incredibly convincing.

  “Trust me.” He grinned as he slipped my shirt over my head. Then he took off my bra and reached under my skirt. His eyes darkened and his grin disappeared when he discovered I wasn’t wearing anything beneath it. Which meant—

  “Oh my God.” I grabbed his arm, my eyes swiveling to the door leading to the garage. “I left my panties in your car.”

  “Lucky me,” he said before closing his lips over mine.

  Tonight I had been busted for trespassing in a public place, my underpants were in Cade Wilson’s car, and I was practically naked and planning to stay overnight when my father forbade it.

  “I am not this girl,” I told him, my hands flat on his chest.

  “You’re my girl.” He ran his tongue over my bottom lip and then nipped it lightly. As he kissed his way down my throat, every one of my defenses dropped. I never imagined being anything other than Cade’s nemesis. Now I was his girl? His lips closed over one nipple and suckled, and my mind went on vacation when he slipped off my skirt.

  “Climb in.” He peeled back the blankets and I did as he asked, leaning back on my elbows to watch him undress. Grabbing one side of his T-shirt, he peeled it over his head, revealing a hard-muscled torso and all those sexy the tattoos tracking up one arm. He kicked off his shoes and socks, then stripped out of his jeans. I rolled to one side and propped my head on my hand, enjoying the show.

  He climbed into bed, wasting no time pressing every inch of his hot, naked skin to mine. My heart pounded in a hectic rhythm when he kissed a path from my collarbone to my breasts, pausing to flick the tip of each nipple with his tongue.

  I breathed his name, or maybe it was still echoing in my mind from earlier. He dragged his tongue down my belly and to my thighs, and then slicked his tongue along my folds. Still sensitive from his earlier ministrations, I wouldn’t have been surprised if I came on contact.

  He didn’t linger. Instead, he climbed my body to press a kiss to my lips.

  “I’ve heard you come,�
�� he said. “You’re loud. Loud enough to wake my dad from the other side of the house.” His lips curved in amusement like he was teasing. I honestly didn’t know if he was or not. In the park I had sort of lost my mind. Was it my shouts of completion that had tipped Baron off to our whereabouts?

  “Can you be quiet, kitten?” he asked, sounding sincere with a feral glimmer in his eyes.

  “I promise to do my best,” I purred, suddenly liking the nickname when it rolled of his tongue in the naughtiest way imaginable.

  He retrieved his jeans and fished a condom from the pocket. My breathing shallowed. Even though we’d done everything leading up to sex, sex felt like a really big deal. It would change everything—which I both wanted and didn’t want.

  He stroked his cock, and I stared. There was something incredibly sensual about his strong hand wrapped around his girth. Anticipation was a wriggling beast low in my belly when he rolled on the condom.

  Planting his fists on either side of the pillow where my head rested, he loomed over me like some dark, hungry predator.

  “Remember your promise.” His voice was a playful lilt.

  I grasped his shoulders, loving the hard, hot feel of his muscles under my palms. I slid my hands down his rounded biceps, over thick forearms, and tried to slow my racing heart. It was no use. By the time the tip of his cock glided along my slick entrance, I was mindless with need.

  He tilted his hips and entered me in one slick slide. My mouth dropped open, but the sharp sound that would have split the air between us died when he covered my mouth with his.

  I held onto him for purchase as he glided in and out of my body. Filling me to capacity in the best way possible. I traced lines down his strong back with my fingernails, cradling him with my crossed legs.

  His eyes dropped shut, his lashes brushing his cheeks. I kissed his full mouth, savoring the way he tasted. I noted every subtle shift of his body over mine, memorized every breathy, animalistic sound.