by Vivian Wood
The next time he opened his eyes, he heard the steady beat of a hospital monitor. Cade moaned and blinked away the grit in his eyes. His right forearm was covered in plaster. “What … what’s this …” he asked as a husky nurse walked in.
“It’s okay, baby,” she said. “Won’t be nothin’ but a small scar. You’ll still win all them beauty pageants.”
“Jesus,” Cade yelped as he jerked awake.
As he glanced around the room, he remembered where he was.
What the date was.
Montana was over.
He instinctively rubbed the small scar on his arm. He’d received the small burn from a branch that had fallen as he’d dragged himself toward the ledge that night. Big enough to be a reminder, but too small to suggest he’d tried to help.
Cade sighed and pushed himself up. It had been a record week, six straight days without a nightmare. But this one had been bad, almost like he was really there again.
“Fucking Hersh,” he said as he cranked up the air conditioner. Nightmares were always bad the day before he saw the shrink.
He looked around his mostly empty apartment and nodded. Two boxes of clothes. A small set of dumbbells. A laptop. The mattress on the floor with no flat sheet.
I don’t need anything else, he thought. I don’t deserve anything more.
Cade stood up and turned on the shower. He kept the water cool and delighted in the goosebumps that broke out along his skin. The single towel that he had was still damp from the last shower, a tiny touch of punishment.
As he slipped on a pair of jeans, he thumbed through his phone for Elijah’s number.
What’s going on tonight? he asked.
Dude, wtf you been? Not answering your calls.
Cade checked his missed calls and saw four from Elijah.
Sorry man, fell asleep. So what’s good?
Everyone’s going to Redd’s at 9.
Redd’s? I haven’t been there in years, he thought.
The bar where he’d cut his teeth on jack and cokes had the pull of nostalgia.
See you there, he shot back.
He scrolled through his missed texts and saw that Lily had also sent out what was clearly a mass message.
Welcome home party for my bestie at Redd’s tonight at 9. Hope you can make it. XOXO.
It might be a mass text, but it’s still an invitation, he thought. Besides, it would be good to see Lily. And in a group, there wouldn’t be any temptation.
He knew the place would be packed before he even walked in the door. The parking lot overflowed, and trucks lined the street. Cade parked at the end of the block, and walked briskly toward the neon lights.
Redd’s had been a staple well before the hipsters had migrated south. It was one of Salem’s last holdouts.
Country music assaulted his ears as soon as he stepped through the heavy doors. Redd’s had changed since he’d last been there. More of a nightclub than a bar, there were bouncers in matching black shirts that stood guard at the little booth.
The hell, they charge a cover now? He couldn’t help but be impressed by how jacked the bouncers were as they patted him down.
“You a firefighter?” the girl taking cover charges asked.
“Yeah. How’d…”
“I can tell,” she said. “You get a discount, half price entry.”
“Cool.” As Cade made his way through the crowd, he heard Elijah before he saw him, even through the din of the excitement.
“Cade, you bastard!” Elijah bellowed when he saw him. Cade sucked in his breath at the word, but it was obvious Elijah was already tipsy.
“Grab a beer,” Elijah said, and nodded at the pitcher in the middle of the table.
Cade recognized some of the guys from the firehouse, and they gave nods to one another. Nobody except Elijah bothered to be heard above the music.
“These guys you haven’t met before!” Elijah yelled. He screamed their names to Cade, but he couldn’t make them out.
“Why’s it so slammed in here tonight?” Cade asked as the band mercifully quieted down for their break.
He could barely make out some 1990s Garth Brooks as it came onto the sound system.
Elijah raised a brow.
“It’s always packed,” he said. “This is standard. Being that it’s the only real club Salem has.”
“Damn. Times change,” Cade said as he took a swallow of the beer.
“Hey, guys.” Cade smiled before he even turned around at the sound of Lily’s voice. Beside her was a towering, willowy blonde. “This is Renee.”
“Hot damn, Lily, who? You been holding out on me,” Elijah said from across the table.
Lily rolled her eyes. “Elijah, how drunk are you? This is Renee. You only met her a million times when we were kids.”
“Renee-Renee? My bad. You grew up good, beanpole.”
“Thanks,” Renee said with a laugh. She eyed Cade with interest.
He gave the blonde his usual half-smile and waited for the old manwhore inside to raise his head with interest—but nothing happened. Instead, his eyes traveled back to Lily.
Her gold sequined dress showed off her long legs. Cleavage nearly spilled out of the top, and her toned arm was slipped easily through her friend’s.
“Hey, I think I see someone I want to say hello to,” Lily said. “Come on, Renee. We’ll be back,” she told the table.
Cade watched her go and hoped that her skirt would hitch up just a little higher. Elijah’s elbow dug into him.
“Feeling the blonde, huh? Old Morningside Manwhore is back at it!”
Cade sipped his beer noncommittally. The DJ turned the lights down low as a Sam Hunt song came on. He could hear Elijah across the table talking shit with the other firefighters.
A waitress came by and Elijah demanded all the shots of whiskey on her tray. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the dance floor even as the amber liquid burned down his throat. All he hoped for was a glimpse of gold in the darkness.
“You want to dance?” a soft voice whispered in his ear. Cade smiled as he turned to Lily.
“Renee,” he said, surprised. She smiled at him.
“Come on,” she said. “I love this song.”
“Go, go, M and M!” Elijah crowed, his not-so-subtle Morningside Manwhore nickname for Cade.
On the dance floor, he caught a flash of sequins as Renee snaked her arms around him. Lily was making her way through the dance floor, leading a guy he’d never seen before by the hand.
Cade felt jealousy grip him close even as Renee pressed her body against his. Lily slipped her arms around the guy’s neck as his hands dipped dangerously low to Lily’s hips.
“Dance with me,” Renee urged in his ear. He held her closer, but his mind was ten feet away with Lily.
He watched for two minutes as Lily let the guy caress her lower back. She laughed as he said something in her ear. The jealousy was so much, Cade couldn’t take it. Before the song was over, he dropped his hands and turned to leave.
“Hey!” Renee said in mild protest.
Before Cade turned away, he saw the guy Lily danced with grab her ass. Lily tried to push him away, but he had too tight of a grip on her. She squirmed and tried to get free, but the guy wouldn’t budge.
Cade thundered through the crowd, grasped Lily by the waist, and pulled her free. “Cade—”
He didn’t let her finish. Cade punched the groper in the face, satisfied when he felt the bone splinter beneath his fist.
“Fight!” someone yelled gleefully from beside Cade.
“The fuck, man?” the guy asked.
Blood poured down his face. He was disoriented, but tried to fight back. That ignited a rage in Cade. He felt the animal inside him take over as he crushed the guy’s nose. Splayed across the floor, Cade kicked him in the ribs.
“Oh my God, stop!” Lily screamed.
“You’re out of here.” One of the bouncers jerked Cade’s arm and dragged him toward the exit. He grunted as
the bouncer tossed him onto the ground. “Cool off out here, and don’t come back.”
“Cade! Cade!” Lily burst through the door and leaned down.
“I’m fine,” he said as he staggered to his feet and dusted himself off. His hands were shaking.
“What the hell?”
“I’m sorry. But like hell was I letting him hurt you like that.”
“It wasn’t that big of a deal.”
“Not a big deal? When some guy that I don’t know puts his hands on my woman—”
“Your woman?”
“You know what I mean,” he said, flustered. The alcohol swam in his head.
“No, I don’t think I do.”
“Goddamnit, Lily. I can’t just watch someone else take what I want so badly—”
“So don’t. Take it for yourself. If you’re brave enough.”
He scanned her face for a clue.
Was she serious? His gaze traveled to her lips. What the hell…
Cade pulled her close and brought her lips to his. Lily melted against him, held him close. As he walked her backward and pressed her against her little Mercedes, he realized there was no denying it.
Surely, at least for tonight, this was meant to be.
12
Lily
Lily grasped for the door handle and pulled it open with a creak.
“You don’t lock it?” Cade gasped into her ear.
“Is that really what you’re concerned about?” she asked.
She crawled backward into the cool leather of the backseat. Cade followed and slammed the door behind him.
She could feel the harsh brush of the sequins against the soft flesh of her upper thighs and back, but already Cade had reached for her panties and began to pull them down her legs.
She opened her mouth to protest—the parking lot was crammed full of cars and she could easily see the smokers that lingered by the door—but caught sight of the bulge in his jeans and couldn’t wait any longer.
“Fuck,” Cade said suddenly as she helped him slide the underwear off her stiletto-clad feet. “I don’t have a condom.”
“It’s okay,” she said, and he was on top of her. Crushed together in the tiny backseat, she felt the weight of the little car sway and rock below them. “I’m on the pill.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, though the hardness pressed against her center told her he certainly was.
“Yeah,” she said as his lips trailed along her jawline to her throat.
“I’ve been tested recently,” he whispered, and her eyes shot open.
Don’t think about that now. Don’t think about all the other women he’s been with.
She let out a moan as he released her breasts from the dress. Her nipples hardened in the cold air. As he licked and sucked, she felt them stiffen even more between his lips.
His hand, surprisingly warm in the evening chill, ran upward from the inside of her knee. She spread her legs as much as she could in the cramped backseat, desperate to have him inside her.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he slipped a finger inside.
The same words he’d said the first time they were together.
Lily groaned and pressed herself against Cade’s thick finger. When he inserted a second, she felt her wetness spread across the slick seat. He kissed his way from one breast to the other.
“More,” she commanded, and it was as if he’d been waiting for permission.
He slid a third finger into her and began to circle her clit, slippery from her own juices, with his thumb.
She fucked his hand while he pulled gently at her nipple. Lily could see the tops of some people’s heads as they walked by and heard snippets of conversation. Instead of embarrassment, she felt a rush of excitement. The idea of getting caught turned her on even more.
“I want you,” she said, although she was close.
Not like this.
Cade buried his fingers deep inside her as he quickly unbuckled his jeans. As soon as she felt his warm tip against her opening, it felt familiar. Like home. She wrapped her legs around him and spurred him inside with her heels. Lily’s arms pulled him on top of her.
“Cade,” she cried out as he reached her depths. Her voice was muffled against his neck.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned into her ear as he began to slowly fuck her. “I forgot… I forgot how good you feel…”
She pulled open his shirt, only vaguely aware that she ripped off the buttons in the process, and ran her fingers along his muscled chest.
Lily dug her nails into the small of his back to force him deeper. Hold him longer inside her. Every inch of him felt so good. Every thrust brought her closer to orgasm.
“You like that, don’t you?” Cade asked into her ear. She could hear the grin in his voice.
Lily responded with a lock of her legs around his. She could hear the wetness between them—her wetness.
It turned her on more. Each time he was at her deepest, she felt the pressure against her clit and called out his name. Cade sucked at her neck until it was almost painful, but the near-pain was what made it so good.
She could tell she was being marked by him, and she wanted it.
I want to show the world I’m yours, she thought.
Lily arched her head back to present more of her neck. Cade complied and began to pepper the kisses and sucks along her arch.
“Fuck me harder,” she breathed into the darkness.
She could see the outline of her stilettos on his back, the signs for PBR and Deschutes Brewery in the bar windows in the distance.
The car rocked beneath them as the squeaks matched her own calls.
“Shh,” Cade said. “Quiet, you’re going to get us caught.”
“I don’t care,” she said. “Just fuck me.”
“Only if you say please,” he said, and stopped suddenly. Only half an inch of him was inside her.
Lily squirmed beneath him. “Come on, this isn’t funny.”
“I didn’t say it was.”
“Cade, come on—”
She gazed up into his eyes. Even in the night, she saw something in there, something that hadn’t been there before.
“Please fuck me,” she said. He immediately sank into her and she rolled her eyes into darkness.
Somewhere far away, she heard the keen of a drunk—or an animal. Something wild and crazed. With her eyes squeezed shut, she focused on Cade’s body.
Cade’s lips on her jaw. Cade’s hand as it caressed and pulled at her nipple.
It wasn’t until she felt his other hand over her mouth that she realized the keens were from her. He bore down on her, fucked her deeper, and his length pressed urgently against her G-spot.
The naughtiness of it, his power over her, brought her to the brink. She let her screams go into his hand, forgot about what little control she thought she had over her sounds, as he released himself into her.
“Fuck, Lily,” he said as the heat filled her.
His orgasm brought her to her own breaking point. She bucked beneath him and pulled him even closer.
“Don’t go,” she murmured, but knew he couldn’t hear her through the clasp of his hand.
When he finally released his hand, he kissed his way from her neck—already sore and ready to blossom with hickeys—to her chin and finally her lips.
“You’re wilder than I remember,” he said with a smile.
She blushed while he slowly pulled out of her. Lily felt their combined wetness spill down her thighs.
“Sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what came over me. I don’t… I mean…”
“I like it,” he said as he pulled up his jeans. “But I think you put on quite a show for whoever walked by.”
Cade lowered himself over her once again and pulled lightly at her lip. The pressure of him against her center made her twitch with want.
“You’re still hard,” she said, impressed. She reached for his cock, but he straightened up and buckled his jeans com
pletely.
Even in the darkness, she saw the tic in his jaw. It was illuminated by the glowing neon from the bar.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Unless I’m wrong, we just had totally mind-blowing sex. There should literally be nothing on your mind but when we can do it again.”
Cade looked at her, and the look on his face was heartbreaking.
“We can’t do that again,” he said slowly. “We shouldn’t have done it at all to begin with. And we’re never going to have sex again, ever.”
“Are you serious?” she asked.
Suddenly she wished her hem hadn’t hitched its way all the way to her navel, or that her nipples didn’t still poke out the top of her dress. She could still feel the wetness of his mouth on hers, his come as it flowed out of her.
“It would kill Elijah. You know that, right?”
“I’m—damn it, Cade, I don’t know what to say,” she said. Anger began to flood through her. All she wanted was for him to be out of her car. To be out of her. “You know that you’re an idiot, right? You realize I just gave you a second chance, and you’re blowing it so hard.”
“Are you seriously asking me to ruin a friendship I’ve had since I was six? He’s my best friend, Lily!”
“Oh, right. Perfect excuse for you, isn’t it? ‘I can’t be with you because you’re my best friend’s sister, but I’ll totally fuck you a few times in secret.’ If only you had such a perfect excuse with all the girls you fuck, right?”
She couldn’t help it—and hadn’t even realized she kind of believed what she said until that moment.
“Is that really what you think?” he asked, aghast. “If it is, then this is definitely for the best. I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Get out of my fucking car,” she said coldly.
I will not cry in front of him. I will not cry in front of him.
Without a word, Cade pushed his way out of the car and stalked away. Lily gently pulled down her skirt and reached blindly into the dark for her underwear.
13
Cade
“Charles, come on in here a minute.”
Elijah raised his eyebrows at Cade as the captain walked by. The guys had just started to dig into their breakfast of French challah bread with marionberry jam. The newest recruit got his due ribbing the first time he’d whipped up such a show, but after the crew had tasted what he could do they looked forward to his kitchen days.
