He groaned and stepped out of his pants. Whitney moved away and climbed onto the bed.
Cage stepped toward her. If he didn’t pace himself, he’d never make it through.
“Cage,” she sighed and tossed her bra to him.
“Fuck it,” he grunted.
Cage made his way onto the bed and sighed when she climbed on top of him. Her wet center pressed hard against his throbbing dick.
“Shit,” he said.
Whitney moved hard against him. Her little breaths were driving him crazy.
Cage moved his hands up her body and wrapped them around her breasts. Her nipples pressed hard against his hand.
In one move he had her pressed against him, his hot mouth lapping at her peaks.
“Oh,” she whispered when his teeth nibbled her.
She moved faster over him, rubbing her went center against his still clothed cock.
Whitney grunted in frustration.
“Cage,” she said.
“Shhh,” he said and found the edge of her panties. “I got you, baby.”
In one quick move, he whipped off her panties. He moaned when her hand slipped into his underwear and stroked him.
“Now, Cage,” she moaned and pulled hard on his underwear.
Breasts forgotten, Cage struggled to pull down the one thing he’d give anything to rid himself of at that moment.
With his good leg, he pushed his underwear down and kicked them off.
Cage felt wet pussy slip over him.
“Whitney,” he groaned. “I don’t—”
His words were cut off as she pushed down hard against him and buried him deep inside her.
Whitney took in deep breaths as she adjusted to his size. Rough fingers found her clit and circled the hard bead. The harder he circled, the more she started to ache.
“Shit, honey, if you don’t quit squeezing me like that, I’m never going to make it,” Cage said. His breathing came hard, and sweat already coated his chest.
She ran her hands along his chest and down his arms to where his hands.
Just like earlier, she laced her hands with his.
She slid, slowing pulling out everything but the head. Each time she slid back down, his cock slid more smoothly into her.
Cage worked at her clit, pressing hard and urging her on more.
She bounced on him, grinding him deeper and deeper into her.
His fingers held on to her breasts but never squeezed too hard.
She let go of his hands and leaned back a bit, the new position pushing him hard into her cervix.
Cage cursed, and she sat up.
“Am I hurting you?” she said. She stilled with him deep inside her.
“Fuck no,” he grunted and pulled her hard against him.
She gasped when he surged up into her. His hips buckled wildly as he held her firmly against him.
“Cage,” she moaned his name over and over, unable to even think as his coarse hairs rubbed against her aching clit.
“Whitney,” he moaned.
She could feel him swell inside her and felt her own release hit as she squeezed him hard. His hot cum sprayed deep inside her.
His hips stilled as they both rode through their orgasms.
She kissed his chest and traced her name through his hair there.
He smiled at her.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered.
She had never had someone say something like that to her. She wasn’t the person men said were beautiful.
Whitney pulled herself up his body and placed a tender kiss on his lips.
“Good night, Cage.” She yawned and slipped off his body. He stretched out his arm where she laid her head and snuggled next to him.
Sleep came easily for once. All she needed was him.
* * *
Cage woke up feeling far more excited than he had the past few mornings. The sun still peeked through the window, but unlike the last few days, he didn’t really care if it was a dream. He wasn’t moving.
The mouth moving over his dick hummed a little, and his eyes shot open.
“Whitney?” he asked between breaths.
He watched as she released his dick to smile up at him. It was far more erotic than he would have ever thought.
“Morning,” she said.
Her naked form sat nestled between his legs, and he watched as she ran her tongue along the side of his dick and then down the other side. Her slick tongue left a wet trail.
She gripped him in her hand as she began to kiss all around him, running her devilish tongue along his tight balls.
“Shit,” he said and tensed as she sucked on them.
He watched as a little precum slipped from his tip, and she swiped her tongue along the slit.
She still didn’t put her mouth back on him and pull him in as she had before.
Whitney went back to kissing and nibbling the flesh around. She sank lower and lower. His mind was having trouble concentrating with the spiral she’d decided to add to her hand job.
Cage jumped when her mouth touched the tender scars on his knee.
“Whitney,” he said and tried to move away.
She placed a hand on his thigh and stared up at him.
“All of you, Cage,” she said.
He knew what she meant. She wanted all of him.
He leaned his head back on the pillow and waited as she placed gentle kisses on his knee. Cage didn’t need to watch her as she stared at his jagged scars, as she came face to face with the destruction that was left from his once-shattered knee.
“Cage,” she whispered.
He opened an eye and looked down at her.
“It’s a part of you,” she whispered. “And there isn’t one part of you that I don’t like.”
His heart ached at her words. It was everything that he’d longed to hear.
Cage reached down and pulled her up the bed. Whitney positioned herself over him and leaned down to kiss him as he pressed deep into her.
Cage grunted at the position. It wasn’t going to work. He needed more.
Whitney gasped as she flipped in the air and landed on her back.
She opened her mouth to ask if the position was going to be okay but moaned loudly as he pushed into her.
Cage found her mouth and kissed her as he worked himself in and out with all his might.
She moaned against him and wrapped her legs around his back.
He broke away from the kiss and pressed in deeper.
Her body shook as he moved in her faster and harder than even the previous night.
Whitney could feel her insides start to clench.
“Not yet,” he whispered harshly in her ear.
She nodded and tried to keep her body from doing the one thing it burned to do.
Cage slipped his hands up her back to pull himself in harder.
The sound of their wet slapping filled the room and only added to her need to come.
“Cage,” she hissed and scrapped her nails along his back.
“Almost,” he whispered.
The bed shook with each thrust, rocking hard against the wall.
With one hard thrust, Cage shouted to her.
“Now!”
She shuddered hard around him as he flexed inside her.
Spent, he collapsed on her, breathing hard against her neck.
“I hope to wake up like this every morning,” he rumbled in her ear.
Whitney laughed and wrapped her arms around him.
“Only if you make me breakfast.” She grinned.
Cage sat up slightly and stared at her through half-open eyes.
“What sort of breakfast?”
Whitney nibbled her lip. “Home-fucking-made cinnamon rolls.”
Cage laughed and rolled her until she was on top. His cock was still hard inside her.
She stared down at him in surprise. “How about just the fucking part?” he asked and surged up into her.
Whitney groaned and leane
d over.
“Any time you want,” she whispered.
Chapter Sixteen
Whitney couldn’t stop smiling. She knew she shouldn’t be this happy, but she was. Cage had made her the happiest she’d ever been.
She watched him as he slowly made his way up the stairs at his office. He stopped and looked back at her questioningly.
A blush spread across her face at being caught.
“Later,” he growled at her.
She caught up with him on the steps and slipped her hand into his.
Cage laced his fingers with hers, and she smiled at the sweet gesture.
“I’m never going to make it to the top if you keep staring at my ass like that,” he whispered.
She looked over to him and then back to the top of the stairs.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said quietly.
He let go of her hand. Moments later, his hand was resting firmly on her ass.
“You aren’t the only one who’d like to stare,” he said in her ear.
“Cage Allen,” said a shrill voice cutting through the air. “You let that poor woman walk up the stairs without accosting her.”
“Fuck,” he mumbled but dropped his hand back to his side. They laced fingers once again.
Whitney looked around and found an older woman at the door to an office. She waved excitedly to her. Whitney managed a small smile and waved back.
“What the hell is all this about?” she whispered to him.
“That’s my mom,” he said with a grimace.
When they made it to the top of the stairs, the older woman smiled warmly at her.
“Oh, Whitney,” she said and pulled her in for a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you.”
Whitney let go of Cage to pat the older woman on the back.
“You too,” she said politely.
The woman pulled back and laughed. Her curly salt and pepper hair bounced as she did.
“Oh, now, I know my son,” she said and looked over to Cage. “The last thing he wants to do is bring a woman home to meet his mother.”
“Ma,” Cage said and looked away, his face reddening.
“Marilyn,” the older woman said and smiled at Whitney. “I can’t tell you how happy I am.”
“Mother,” Cage ground out and laced his fingers through Whitney’s again. “You’re going to scare her off.”
Marilyn frowned at her son and turned to Whitney. “Am I scaring you?”
Whitney held back the laugh threatening to burst out.
“No,” she said.
Cage sighed. “You shouldn’t encourage her,” he whispered.
Marilyn glared at him.
“Where’s the kid?” he asked.
Marilyn grinned from ear to ear.
“Oh, I like Alex,” she said and made her way down the hall. “He calls me ma’am and does dishes. He also eats everything I set in front of him.” She turned to look at Cage, anger there for the first time. “Whoever had him wasn’t feeding him. That boy is underweight, and macaroni isn’t going to cut it.”
Cage squeezed Whitney’s hand, and as much as she wanted to agree, she knew it was hard for him to hear that he might not be providing like he wanted.
“Maybe we should go grocery shopping today,” Whitney said with a smile.
Cage grimaced, and she wondered if she’d said something wrong.
“Cage,” Marilyn said. “You mean you didn’t invite her to the family dinner?”
Whitney blanched at the idea of a family dinner. It sounded intimate. And emotionally dangerous.
“I was planning on asking her when the time was right,” he said through gritted teeth.
Marilyn huffed and rolled her eyes. “Well, looks like that time is now. I’ll just give you a moment.”
She stepped inside a room where Trent and Alex were sitting. Both had cookies stuffed into their mouths.
Cage pulled her into the next room and shut the door.
She watched as he paced back and forth, running a hand through his hair.
“Family is important to us,” he said. “It can be really great, but there are times when it can also be really annoying.”
“Like now?” she offered.
Cage nodded. Her stomach twisted.
“Look, if you don’t want me there…” she started.
“No,” Cage said quickly and stepped in front of her. His breath blew across her face. “I want you there more than anything,” he said quietly. “I just don’t want to rush you. I’m so afraid that I’m going to screw this up, and you’ll run from me.”
She placed her hands against his cheeks and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
“You won’t mess this up,” she said quietly. “I told you. I just want the real Cage. As long as that’s the guy I get, then we’re good.”
He stared down at her, and she wondered what he saw when he looked at her. Whatever it was made her heart ache to hold him.
“Whitney,” he said, smiling at her, “will you go to dinner at my parents?”
She giggled a little at the almost teen-like question.
“Yes,” she said and kissed him again on the lips.
His hand slipped down her back, and he groaned.
“Maybe we should make dinner short tonight,” he said.
“You better not, Cage,” his mother shouted from the other room.
He sighed loudly. “Quit listening, Ma,” he shouted back.
She opened the door next to them and glared at him.
“Be good, or I won’t make cornbread.”
Cage pressed his lips together but didn’t say anything else.
“I’m so glad you’re coming, dear.” Marilyn beamed at Whitney. “Is there anything you need?”
Whitney looked over to Cage and then back to his mother. She took a few steps toward her.
“Got any embarrassing baby photos?”
Cage grunted loudly.
“Oh, I like this one,” Marilyn said. “She’s going to fit in nicely.”
* * *
After a few minutes of chatting, Cage ushered Whitney and Alex down the stairs while his mother was still preoccupied with Trent and his lack of facial care.
“Move it,” Cage said and made it across the room in record time.
Whitney laughed as they made it outside.
“She’s totally awesome,” she said.
Cage rolled his eyes. “You mean she’s totally meddlesome.”
Alex shrugged. “I like her,” he said. “She gave me pie and cake in the same night.”
Cage snorted. “That’s just how she ropes you in.”
He stopped when the boy paled and gripped his arm with more strength than he thought possible.
Cage followed his line of sight and frowned.
Roberto stood across the street from them, leaning against his car.
“So this is where you been, you little piece of shit?” Roberto shouted from across the way. He spit on the ground.
Whitney wrapped her arms around the boy to stop his shaking.
“Me traicionaste! Te quiero muerto,” Roberto said. One of his men stepped out of the car.
Cage didn’t know a lot of Spanish, but pretty much everyone knew that muerto meant death.
The associate slid a finger across his throat and then stepped into the car.
“You’re brave now, but you won’t always have your gimp friend around,” Roberto said. “How’s the knee, puta?”
Cage snorted, his hand dropping to his jacket holster. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”
“Oh, I will soon enough.” He grinned and got back into the car with his friend.
Cage watched as the men rolled away. His hand still rested on his gun.
Whitney hugged Alex as he continued to shake.
“They don’t mean it,” he said quickly. “It’s a threat. To make sure you don’t talk.”
Alex shook his head and stared up at Cage. “You know they mean
it.”
Cage watched the road for a moment before shaking his head.
“Well, you know what? Fuck them,” Cage said. He frowned. “They come near you, they’re going to have to deal with me and my family. The Los Malos are a bunch of punks. A few Allens could take them on before, and that’s when we weren’t watching their asses and ready for their crap.”
Alex’s eyes grew into saucers.
“Why would you do this?” he whispered.
The question struck him and made Cage hurt inside.
“Because that’s what family does,” he said. “Now get in the car. We’re got to buy food for my house before my mother brings in the National Guard.”
Alex smiled at him and climbed in. He watched Whitney as she slipped into the front. The fear that was there only made him love her more.
Cage froze. Love?
The idea hadn’t even really sunk in that he might, although he’d been thinking about her nearly every day for the last five months. It did make sense.
Cage shook his head. He didn’t have time to sort out his feelings when there was roast beef he could be buying. The Los Malos weren’t going to come after them at the grocery store.
Chapter Seventeen
Whitney took in deep breaths as she walked with Cage and Alex up to a house with about a million cars parked outside.
She glanced over to Cage, who seemed to be taking it all easily enough. Even if it was his parents’ house, she still thought he’d be a bit more nervous.
“Relax,” he whispered. “It will be fine.”
She swallowed and kept walking. Before they had even stepped onto the porch, Marilyn was outside with an older man who bore more than a passing resemblance to Cage, except with green eyes.
“Kids are out back, Alex,” she said and smiled warmly at him.
The boy had been very quiet since the incident outside the office, and Whitney only hoped that he wasn’t focusing too much on it. They would keep him safe. From the looks of the cars, the entire Allen clan was gathered, probably more than enough burly men and tough women to protect one boy.
“Come on in,” Marilyn said. She then turned to the man standing behind her. “This is my husband, James.”
Whitney took his hand and stared openly at the man. It was just remarkable how much his children looked like him.
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