by CA Quigg
I slid my hands under the waistband of her panties and eased them inside. Her wet heat slicked my fingers and showed she was more than ready. A jolt of electricity shot through me and the violent jerk of my cock caught my breath. I ached to feel her pussy hug me tight, but I wouldn't fuck her-not just yet.
When I cupped her pussy, her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward. I gripped the front of her panties, and moved the material back and forth, massaging her clit.
"Do you want to come like this?" I asked and bunched the material tighter.
"Touch me. I want your fingers on me, in me."
The sound of her words weakened my knees, and it took all of my strength to keep standing. I released her thong, parted her wet folds, and slid two fingers into her heat. The sound that came from her was somewhere between a groan and a growl. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and a wave of heat tightened my balls. She was so responsive to my touch. I wanted to pleasure her forever.
"Fuck. You're killing me, Lizzie."
She reached down and wrapped her hand around my wrist and began controlling the pace. Picking up speed and then slowing it down to suit her needs. I placed one hand crossed her stomach and held her back to my bare chest. My dick strained against my boxers, and nestled along the seam of her ass, aching to slide inside her pussy.
In what seemed like no time, her pelvis rocked and twisted, and her inner muscles fluttered and clamped down on my fingers. From the way her breathing accelerated, she was close. Her legs shook, and every muscle in her body tensed ready for release.
"I'm going to come," she whispered. "Oh, God, Caden, I'm going to come."
Her climax came hard and fast, and desperate cries fell from her lips. Her juices soaked my hand, and as much as I wanted to slam my fingers into her, I didn't. I allowed her to control the speed so she could take what she needed.
After several heartbeats, her head lolled forward, and her breaths came in fast gulping pants.
I slid my fingers from her still fluttering walls and painted the evidence of her orgasm over her pointed nipples. She turned to face me, her eyes wide and her lips parted.
Wordlessly, she took my hand and led me to the bed. "Take these off," she said, running her fingers over the waistband of my boxers.
I cupped her cheek in my hand. "Tonight is about you. You don't have to."
Her eyes darkened with lust, and she said, "I want to feel you between my lips."
"If that's what you want, I won't say no twice." I kicked off my boxers and stood a few inches from her.
She knelt in front of me, and my dick twitched ready to slide between her wet lips. I
longed to have my cock fill her mouth, to feel her tongue swirl around me. My body trembled, and I closed my eyes in an attempt to reign my need to jerk off all over her.To see my cum spill down her body.
Of all the times, women had sucked me off this was the most intimate. Some did it because they felt they had to, others did it and wanted to get it over with, but I could tell from the way Lizzie's body reacted and from the look in her eyes, my enjoyment was also her enjoyment.
When I'd regained my composure, I buried my hands in her hair and tugged hard. She groaned in response.
"You like that?"
When she didn't answer, I tugged again. Harder this time. "You like it when I'm rough, don't you?"
"Yes," she gasped. "I like it."
"Do you like it when I take control and tell you what to do?"
She nodded.
"Take my balls in your hand and take my cock in your mouth."
She did as I instructed. The first lick of her tongue against my throbbing shaft felt like heaven, and everything but the sensations racing up and down my body ceased to matter.
She moved her lips up and down in slow rhythm. For now, I allowed her to set the pace, but I'd have to take over soon, because, a few more minutes and I'd lose it. Lizzie slid her lips the entire way down my length, taking me deeper than she'd ever done before. Her mouth felt hot and wet around my cock.
"Wrap your hand around me and move it along with your mouth." Unreleased need made my voice husky.
Lizzie curled her soft fingers around me and looked up as she sucked my cock. I'd never had a blowjob as incredible as this before. I yanked her hair and rocked my hips in time with her movements and kept rocking until I was seconds away from exploding.
"Lizzie," I groaned, watching my slick cock slide in and out of her mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to come."
The little tease sucked harder and faster.
"No, you don't." It took all of my willpower not to slam into her and spill my cum down her throat. I wanted to explode inside her pussy and feel her clamp down on me.
I jerked from her mouth and knelt in front of her, so we faced each other. At the sight of her swollen lips and glassy eyes, a realization kicked my balls.
I loved her.
I fucking loved her.
But it was more than love. It was reverence and devotion. She sacrificed for those she loved, and the size of her heart and strength left me in awe.
I loved, wanted and needed everything from this woman. From my wife.
This wasn't supposed to happen, but I was powerless to stop it.
I kissed her with a passion I'd never known. Whimpers fell from her lips and mingled with my guttural groans.
"Lay on the bed," I said.
From now on sex with Lizzie would hold a deeper meaning. Mindless fucks were something I could have with anyone, but the lovemaking I had with Lizzie was something I'd never find again.
She lay on the bed, and I hovered over her, teasing her by rubbing my dick up and down her slit, but I didn't enter her.
She raised her hips. "Inside of me."
Jesus. I wanted her so badly it left me weak and shaking. Giving her what she wanted, I slid into her. We both cried out, and my balls felt like they would explode.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I buried my face in her hair.
"I can't hold back any longer, sweetheart. I'm going to fuck you hard." My hips had a mind of their own, and picked up speed, thrusting and rocking into her repeatedly. In a matter of seconds, she gave her body to me, and as her orgasm pulled her under, she screamed my name.
"I love you, Lizzie," I whispered into her hair. I don't know if she heard me, and in that moment, I didn't care.
Sweat beaded my forehead, and the next time she cried my name, I exploded. "Mine," I gritted out, "My Lizzie."
Even as I softened, I stayed inside her and waited out the small, rippling aftershocks.
Why had I allowed myself to fall in love with her? Even if I didn't mean to, I would hurt her.
Chapter 31
Elizabeth
I would need an intravenous drip filled with coffee to get through the day. Even after several more orgasms, my brain wouldn't wind down, and any sleep I got was fitful and filled with nightmarish thoughts of going to prison.
I had to face my dad. Facing a firing squad was preferable, but if he'd called immigration about us, I needed to find out.
Caden rolled over and threw his arm over my side of the bed. His hand reached for me, but when he came up empty, he opened his eyes and sat up. The comforter fell down his body and revealed his delicious chest. If only there were time to go back to bed.
"Get back here. I want to give you a good morning kiss."
"As tempting as that sounds," I said throwing on my yoga pants, a pink workout bra, and baggy cotton top, "I'm going to see my dad to find out what game he's playing."
Caden kicked off the covers and stood, his morning erection was almost enticing enough to go back to bed for.
"I'll come with you," he said then yawned. "I'd like to find out what the old goat is up to."
"No," I shook my head and dabbed some Neroli onto my wrists. "I'll talk to him on my own. If you
show up, he'll turn on the charm or put up his defenses, and I'll never get the truth from him. It's time I pulled on my big girl panties and faced him."
"You're amazing, do you know that?"
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. "You're only saying that because of my newly acquired blowjob skills."
"You do have skills." He groaned and pushed himself into my palm.
I grinned and released him. "Don't do anything about this," I said stroking my finger around the tip of his hard-on. "I'll take care of you later."
"Then I guess I'll take a cold shower and keep my hands to myself. I'll catch up on some work and when you get home. We can continue where we left off last night."
"Can't wait." I grinned and left the bedroom and Caden's heavenly body behind.
Last night, he whispered he loved me. He either hadn't meant it or forgotten he'd said it. Hell, he made me forget my own name half the time. I wouldn't hold him to it. How often had he made it clear he didn't want love?
It was a slip of his tongue in a moment of passion. But, oh, how I longed for those words to be true. I wanted to be his wife in more than name. I wanted this house to be our home. To have his sisters, brothers and parents come to stay. I wanted to chase chubby-legged kids around the garden and see their excitement when their dad came home. I wanted everything I'd never had as a child, and I wanted those things with Caden.
My phone beeped, and I looked at the screen. Darcy wanted to meet for coffee at Joe's Diner. My stomach gave a little somersault. I missed my partner in crime and badly wanted to see her.
Over the past few weeks, we hadn't spent nearly enough time together. I shot back a quick text saying I would meet her in fifteen minutes. My dad wasn't going anywhere.
Before getting into my car, I stood at the cliff's edge and inhaled the oil I'd dabbed onto my wrists earlier and then did twelve sun salutations.
Trip Beaufort had pushed me around for too long, and it was time for him to stop. If he wanted to play games, he'd met his opponent. He'd taught me well.
****
Chattering locals filled The Egg-squisite Eatery. The mouthwatering smell of bacon, pancakes and percolating coffee filled the air. After last night's workout, I could eat everything on the menu and still have room for more. Molly, the new owner and a transplant from Georgia, waved hello from behind the counter. I waved back and made my way to the booth Darcy, and I sat at every time we came here. Every year, on the same date, we carved our names under the table. I don't remember why we started doing it. Something about being blood sisters till the end, but neither of us wanted to actually use our blood.
A cup of coffee waited for me along with a pile of chocolate chip pancakes. Darcy knew me too well. When she saw me, she jumped up and dragged me into a hug.
"God, it's good to see you," she squealed and stood back. "How was Ireland? Did you like his family?"
Dark circles surrounded her eyes. She might be acting happy, but she wasn't.
"What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept in a week."
Darcy picked up her cup and took a sip. "Peter and I got into a fight. We haven't spoken since Sunday."
"You and Peter got into a fight?" I forked a pancake onto my plate and smothered it with syrup. "You never fight. What was it about?"
"You don't want to know. It was something silly."
I regarded my sister carefully. "You know you can tell me anything."
Darcy glanced out of the window and sighed. "I have to ask you something, and I need you to tell me the truth. It's just…"
I pushed my plate away. If she asked what I thought she would ask, I would have to tell her the truth.
"You're in love with Caden right? I mean you didn't just marry him to save the club or for any other reasons, did you?"
"With all my heart, I love him. I swear. I didn't know what love was until I met him. It consumes me. The way he makes me feel. I-"
She held up her hand in a stop gesture. "That's all I needed to know."
"Why are you asking?" I hadn't told the entire truth, but I hadn't lied either. I loved him. Simple as that.
"Some people are talking. Saying it's a marriage of convenience. That it was all a business deal to save the club. But I knew," she said, slapping her hand on the table for emphasis, "I knew you'd never do something like that and if you had you'd have told me."
"Is that what you and Peter fought about? Us?"
"No." She paused. "A little. He's worried about you, that's all."
"Peter is? He doesn't seem like the kind who'd worry about me. Tell him not to. I'm all right."
"I'll put his mind at rest." She blew out a breath, and said, "Now that that's settled. Tell me about your gorgeous husband's family."
For the next hour, we caught up on each other's lives, drank too much coffee and ordered a second helping of pancakes with a side of extra crispy bacon.
I leaned across the table and planted a kiss on Darcy's cheek. "I'll call you later, and call Peter. Please tell him not to worry about me."
Darcy smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I'd never seen my sister look so miserable, but I had to get out of there. I couldn't tell Darcy the truth not now. If I did, I would lose her friendship and trust, and losing her would kill me more than anything else in the world.
I would spend the day fighting fires and would do what I could to make people believe Caden, and I were the real deal.
****
My dad's house sat at the back of the club grounds near the now empty staff cabins and needed to be demolished. It was too big for the two of us when I was growing up and was much too big for him now.
I pushed open the front door and called out, "Dad, are you home?"
Usually, whenever I was on my way to confront my dad, the butterflies in my belly went into a panicked frenzy, but not today. Today, they'd donned leather jackets, had tattooed take no shit onto their wings and wore metal knuckledusters.
I strolled through the familiar, dust covered surroundings and into the sunlit kitchen.
"Well look who's back from her honeymoon." The Mr. Hyde side of my dad glanced at me from beneath his glasses and greeted me with a smile.
A plate of eggs and bacon sat in front of him along with a cup of coffee and a rumpled newspaper
"How was the Emerald Isle?" he asked still smiling. "As green as I remember?"
"It's a beautiful country, but there wasn't much time to see anything," I said and pulled out a chair. Booze didn't ooze from his pores, and his eyes weren't bloodshot. The wound on his head still looked angry and would scar, but he was on the road to recovery. Maybe this wouldn't be as complicated as I'd initially thought, even so, I'd choose my words carefully because Mr. Jekyll was only ever one word away. "You look good. How are you feeling?"
"I've been better. My head doesn't hurt as much. My ribs are healing."
"The gashes on your legs?"
