Cade (A Wesley Brothers Novel Book 1)

by Michelle Smith

  It had been the most picture-perfect, lazy afternoon.

  We talked openly about anything we could think of. His brothers came up again in our conversation, and I’m embarrassed at myself for wondering if the others are as gorgeous as he and his lawyer brother are. Apparently one is a hockey player who was drafted before going to college. He had plenty of funny, and sometimes scary, stories to tell about his childhood, which is to be expected with four rambunctious boys. I, on the other hand, didn’t really have any interesting things to tell him about my life. Being an only child with parents too busy for me, unless it had to do with trying to run my life, didn’t leave me with as many fond childhood memories as he had.

  “So, you said you grew up in Colorado. How did you end up in Dallas?” I hear Cade’s question, and honestly, it’s one I’ve been dreading, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t expect it. I knew the topic of my migration from Denver to Dallas would come up eventually. I could easily tell him a fib and avoid talking about Jeff, but it feels wrong to lie to Cade about it. In the end, it really shouldn’t matter since I will most likely never see him again after my time in Florida is done. It’s a thought that makes my heart hurt a bit.

  “A classic case of stupidity.” I laugh it off, but Cade doesn’t. He just looks at me with curiosity. I don’t try to avoid the topic though, so I keep going. “It’s a story you’ve probably heard a million times. Girl meets boy. Boy gets job in Dallas. Girl follows boy. Boy finds new girl.”

  “Some idiot dumped you after you moved across the country to be with him? What an asshole!” Cade is angry, his fist clenching while it rests on the table.

  “Seriously, it’s fine.” I reach my hand over and place it on top of his fist. The tension drains visibly from his body, his hand flattens out, and he turns it over, lacing his fingers through mine. “As luck would have it, Jeff and I had only been in the city a few months before he decided his new coworker had more to offer him than I did.”

  “Idiot,” Cade mumbles, and it makes me chuckle.

  “It all worked out for the best. I moved out and found a place to rent. Eventually got a job at the law firm I work for now as a personal assistant. When I expressed a deeper interest in law, the firm offered to send me to the local college to get training and certification as a paralegal, all on their dime. I would have been a fool not to jump on their offer. It may have not been what I was expecting, but I wouldn’t change a thing now.”

  He smiles at me, giving my hand a squeeze. “Why didn’t you just move back home?”

  I let out a sigh, and his smile falters. I have a feeling he knows this is going to be a sad story too. “My parents and I don’t agree on a lot of things, one of them being how I should live my life. Jeff hadn’t exactly been their first choice for me. They weren’t the least bit pleased when I told them he got a job offer in Dallas and I was moving to be closer to him."

  I shove a piece of lettuce around on my plate, remembering the whole ordeal. They said if I went with him not to bother coming back home. So, I did what any normal, sane person would do in that situation. I left and never looked back. In hindsight, it may not have been the wisest decision, but I needed to live my own life and make something of myself without their constant interference. If they couldn’t understand that, then I didn’t want them to be a part of my future, no matter how successful or failed it might be.

  "Things were ugly when I left, and though I’m sure they would have let me come back home, I never would have heard the end of it. In my eyes, it just wasn’t worth the hassle. At some point I needed to learn to sink or float on my own. I figured that was as good a time as any.”

  He nods like he understands, though based on his stories, I don’t think he can relate. His family seems loving and supportive. He quickly changes the subject, filling the rest of our conversation with happier topics.

  While we’re sitting out on the deck finishing dinner, the sun starts to dip in the sky. Cade goes into his house and brings out a camera, taking my hand and leading me down the beach. I love how he always wants to touch me when we’re near each other. Little touches and stolen kisses have been abundant today and it’s another thing I could get used to. When we get down to the shore, near some large rocks on the water, Cade lets go of my hand and fiddles with his camera. “The sunrises here are amazing. If I have the chance, I like to come out here and snap a few pictures. You know, capture the moment. The sunsets are nice too, but I live on the wrong ocean to get any good shots of those. Sunset pictures come out better from across the Biscayne Bay though. Then you can get the city skyline in the background.”

  He starts clicking away, the sound of the shutter of his camera barely heard over the waves crashing into the rocks. The sun setting over the horizon bathes the sky in a myriad of colors—oranges, blues, and purples blend together to create a breathtaking sight. Even though all I have is my phone’s camera, I take it out and start snapping pictures for myself. I make sure to get about four or five good ones before I stop just to take in the scenery around me. Cade is behind me, still snapping pictures. After a few minutes, I finally hear the shutter cease and I turn, my breath catching at the sheer beauty of this man. A smile breaks out across his face and he walks up to me, pulling me in for a slow, almost sweet kiss. No matter how gentle he intends them to be, there is always an underlying naughtiness to his kisses.

  I hear the camera shutter again. When he breaks away, I look over and see the camera in his outstretched arm, snapping pics of us. “What are you doing?” I ask, with a smile curving my lips.

  He shrugs. “Capturing the moment.” His words make my smile even bigger. “Say cheese.” He turns around to face the camera and smiles brightly. I mimic his actions as he takes a few pictures of us with the colorful sky and jagged rocks in the background. When he stops, he takes the camera strap and hangs it around his neck. “Here. Let me see your phone.”

  I reach into my back pocket, taking my phone out and handing it over to him. He taps away at the screen and holds it out in front of us. “Okay. Now one for you. Say cheese!” We replicate our previous pose so he can snap another picture. When he hands it back to me, I melt at the sight of us on the screen.

  Happy.

  I look so fucking happy in this picture. And the crazy part is that Cade’s face next to mine, mirrors my happiness. We look so good together, at least in my opinion. I ache to tell him those very words, but I can’t get carried away with myself. I can’t fool myself into thinking this is anything more than a vacation fling. I’m leaving soon, though the exact date I don’t know yet, and I’m letting myself get too attached to this man. He makes it impossible not to.

  I tuck my phone into my pocket as Cade takes my hand in his and leads me back up the beach to his house. We clear the remnants of dinner off the deck and bring them inside. Once we get everything in, the dishes only make it as far as the sink. While I’m standing there, putting the last of the plates into the basin, his strong, muscled arms wrap around my waist from behind, making me jump. His still-bare chest is pressed up against my back, his heat radiating through me. I can feel my heart speeding up, the rush of blood starting to pound in my ears when I feel his cock growing hard against me. My eyes close, my lips part to drag in a ragged breath, and my head tilts to the side on its own, seeking out Cade’s touch. I’m instantly rewarded with his fingertips ghosting across the skin of my neck, dragging my hair up and over my shoulder, and then his soft lips replace his fingertips. I feel his hand join the other one around my waist.

  I can’t even begin to understand the panty-melting abilities of a good neck kiss. Whatever they are, Cade has them down to a science. He presses his lips to the base of my neck, near my shoulder, planting soft kisses all the way up until he reaches the spot behind my ear that makes my knees buckle slightly under me. He pulls his mouth away and whispers in my ear, the feel of his breath across the sensitive flesh sending chills racing across my body. “All I can think about right now, is fucking you in my kit
chen.”

  Oh, my freaking hell…

  I moan loudly, deep and low in my throat, since it’s really the only sound I can make at the moment, and Cade takes it as my agreement, which it most certainly is. I feel his tongue flick out and swipe at my earlobe, and yep…now my panties are soaked.

  Who knew the earlobe was an erogenous zone?

  He releases his hands from around my waist for a moment, slipping them underneath the T-shirt—the one he gave me to cover my bathing suit while we ate dinner outside. Just as quickly as his hands disappeared, they’re back, splayed across my belly, stroking my rapidly heating skin. My breath nearly stops altogether as I feel his hand slide past my belly button along the band of my bathing suit bottoms. With stealth-like ninja-ness—if that’s even a word—I feel his fingertips slip under the fabric, sliding straight down where I’m already slick with arousal from his touch. He strokes and circles my clit a few times, then easily and deftly shoves two fingers up inside me.

  My knees threaten to go out from under me, but this time I feel his other arm pull tighter around my chest, forcing me closer into his body and keeping me from hitting the floor. His warm breath is back at my earlobe, and he takes another quick swipe at it with his tongue before he speaks.

  Fuck.

  “You like the sound of that, didn’t you? You’re so wet for me, huh? You like the idea of me fucking you here in my kitchen. Tell me. Where should I take you, hmmm? The kitchen island? The counter? Maybe even the floor? What’s your pleasure, baby?” His words are spoken in a sensual whisper.

  His hand never stops moving in and out of my pussy while he speaks, circling my clit and plunging in deep, in some sort of fan-fucking-tastic rhythm that makes it hard to think, let alone speak a coherent sentence. His free hand slides over my chest and up, slipping up my neck until his palm rests against my throat. He only adds slight pressure, just enough to tilt my neck back so my head rests on his shoulder. He leans his head forward, putting his ear near my mouth, waiting for my answer. I swallow in an effort to better get the words out. “Yes, please.”

  Cade chuckles, a naughty, dirty little laugh, and it’s a sound that sends another rush of liquid straight to his fingers.

  Geez, those magic fucking fingers.

  “Yes what, baby? Which one?” He punctuates his response with a wicked little finger swirl up inside me, and the words just tumble out in a rush.

  “Fuck. Any of those. All of those. God, I don’t care, just fuck me Cade. Please. I need you inside me.” I’m begging, but I don’t care. I’m so worked up I’d do just about anything to get this man where I crave him most.

  Cade mumbles under his breath—I think something like fucking hell—and immediately pulls his fingers from my body. I’m disappointed by the loss of contact, but I don’t have too much time to lament it before he’s spinning me around to face him and practically ripping his shirt off my body. There’s no sexy finesse involved. He’s trying to strip me as fast as he can, and the way he’s already worked me up, I’m more than okay with his hasty approach. The quicker we get naked, the better off we’ll both be. He unhooks my bikini top and flings it to the side, with my bottoms quickly following, and I’m standing in his kitchen completely naked. He shifts me over to the kitchen island, taking one of my hands and placing it against the wall for balance, then taking my foot and lifting it up until it’s pushed up on top of the island, spreading me wide.

  “Don’t move.”

  Cade takes my face in his hands and kisses me deeply, breaking it too swiftly for my liking, but then he drops to his knees in front of me and all irritation at the short kiss is gone. His hands come up between my legs and cup my ass firmly, fingertips digging so hard into the soft flesh that I might have bruises tomorrow. He pulls my pussy forward to his mouth before I even realize what he’s doing. The first touch of his hot tongue across my slit and over my clit has me grasping onto his hair with my free hand to keep from losing my balance, my other hand digging into the wall for support. There are sounds coming from my mouth that are indiscernible and even more coming from his as he continues to lick, suck, and nibble. He fucks me with his tongue repeatedly, before slipping it back up to torture my clit. He adds those two magical fingers back into the mix and, combined with that wicked tongue flicking my tender spot, I go crashing over the edge.

  My body shakes and shudders with every pass of his tongue and every plunge of his fingers, until I think I can’t possibly stand the onslaught any more. Cade breaks the contact, standing up and lifting my foot off the island, keeping me steady on my feet. One arm still firmly around my waist to keep me balanced on my jelly-like legs, he reaches over to a drawer next to where we’re standing. Opening it reveals a mismatched clutter of different things—a junk drawer—and he digs around before pulling a condom out. I’m curious why he has one in his kitchen junk drawer of all places, but it’s not something I’m sure I want the answer to, and I don’t want to ruin my orgasmic high right now. Besides, none of that matters. At least for the moment, he’s mine and I can’t judge him for any of his past conquests.

  My vision is a little blurry—let’s face it, that orgasm was fucking incredible—but I watch as patiently as possible as Cade drops his arm from my waist. He backs away and strips his swim trunks off, tossing them somewhere on the other side of the kitchen island. He’s already hard, his cock standing straight and proud. He rips the condom open using his teeth, never taking his eyes off me while he does. The predatory gleam in his eye should scare me, but it does nothing except turn me on even more. I just had the most amazing orgasm at the hands —and tongue—of this man, and I can already tell it won’t be my last of the night.

  He pulls the condom from the wrapper, rolling it quickly and efficiently over his straining, hard cock. He hasn’t even gotten it on all the way before he begins stalking the short distance between us, closing the gap and lifting me up so my legs automatically curl around his waist, his hard erection pressed up against me.

  He drops me down on the island, taking me in another punishing kiss. His lips are soft but demanding. This kiss, this whole encounter, is different than our previous ones. Gone is the sweet, sensitive lover I’ve come to know over the last two days. He’s being aggressive, more demanding this time. Not only is it sexy as fuck, but it’s turning me on all over again, even after the mind-blowing orgasm I just had—not to mention the others he’s already given me today. He pulls his lips away, pressing his forehead to mine. His eyes flick down to my lips, where he runs his thumb along the bottom one, and then his gaze pops back up to my eyes. A slight little sinister grin crosses his lips, then his other arm wraps around my backside and jerks me forward so my ass slides across the countertop to the edge.

  His hand drops from my face to stroke his erection and line his cock up with my still throbbing cunt. Without taking his eyes off mine, he pushes into me in one long, smooth stroke all the way to the hilt. A groan of pleasure bursts from my mouth, the feeling of fullness temporarily overwhelming me, causing my eyes to close and my head to fall back away from his face.

  “Look at me Nora.” His tone is commanding, and I automatically do what he says. My head snaps up in front of his, and my eyes refocus to find us face to face. With one hand digging into my waist, he runs the other up my back until he reaches the back of my head. He knots his hand into my hair, the grip with enough bite to let me know he’s the one in control. He’s holding me right where he wants me. He finally moves, pulling out all the way until only the tip remains, and as his lips crash over mine, he plunges back in.

  Hard.

  He pulls out again, almost completely, and shoves back in, his balls slapping against me with the force of his thrust as he bottoms out inside me. Over and over he pounds into me and it’s a fight to keep my eyes open for him. The pleasure is too much. I can feel the orgasm building inside, racing to the surface, ready to explode. Cade must realize it too, his fingers getting tighter against my scalp, his breath panting over my lips, blue ey
es focused on me. “Keep them open Nora. I want you watching me while I fuck you and make you come all over this cock.”

  He punctuates the last word with another deep thrust, and as much as I want this to never stop, I can’t hold on. I go screaming off the deep end, fighting to keep my eyes focused on his as I come, gasping for every breath I can, and grasping for anything to put my hands on. I’m certain Cade will have scratch marks across his back and shoulders by the time this encounter is over. He keeps pumping in and out of my pussy as it grips him, tighter and tighter. My eyes stay open—barely—but my focus is shit, and all the images I see are blurred.

  “Fuck.” The word is barely out of his mouth and he’s tumbling over the edge with me. His mouth parts, groans and curses spilling out as he pumps furiously into me, prolonging our pleasure. I can still feel my pussy pulsing around him. He stills, and I feel his throbbing shaft inside me, filling me, setting off more pulses deep within.

  He pulls me into him, gripping me in a tight embrace as our breathing slowly returns to normal and I feel him softening inside me. We’re locked together, in the most intimate moment of my life. After a few minutes, Cade pulls away from me a bit, tipping my chin up to his face with a delicate touch.

  “Incredible,” he breathes out, a smile tilting his lips. I instantly smile in return, and then his lips are on mine in a sweet, tender kiss.

  Incredible doesn’t even begin to describe it.

  I’m so unbelievably screwed.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cade

  You would think with all the fucking Nora and I did yesterday, I would have slept like a baby last night.

  You would be wrong.

  I tried to get her to stay the night but she wouldn’t give in. Something about having to be at the hotel to meet with her boss in the morning. She is here on business, after all. It was a completely logical excuse, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.