by Ryan Michele
He cupped my breasts and squeezed them, but I needed more. I needed …
Stop it!
Bang, bang, bang.
The loud noise at the door had me breaking the kiss from Taylor and turning toward it on a gasp. Through the side window, I could see a brooding Cade. His arms were crossed over his wide chest and his demeanor … Well, pissed off didn’t even cut it. His eyes were almost glittering as they stared back. He was furious.
“Fuck,” I groaned, getting up from Taylor.
“What the hell?” he said, adjusting his dick as I pulled down my shirt.
“Old friend. Let me get rid of him.”
I turned back to the door and walked slowly toward it. On the other side, Cade’s face contorted in a fury that sent a tremor down my spine. His jaw ticked, his mouth set in a tight line, while his eyes were narrowed into thin slits. The anger came off him in waves, even through the thick door.
Shit. How in the hell did he find me?
I reached for the door handle, my hand slightly trembling. I shook it off. I had no reason to be nervous. Furious or not, he could kiss my ass. Finally, I turned the handle and opened the door.
“Well, this is a surprise … Cade,” I said, my hand finding my hip.
“Spook,” he corrected, moving his eyes behind me and flaring hotter.
I looked back to see Taylor had followed me. Shit, shit, shit.
I turned back toward the angry man. “Spook, what do you need?”
His eyes pinned me with intensity. “You were supposed to be at the clubhouse an hour and a fucking half ago. Instead, you’re here with him.” He stepped across the threshold, invading my space. “You like playing fucking games, Trixie?”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Taylor pushed me behind him, which had Cade’s eyes dropping to focus on where Taylor’s hands were on me.
Oh, that was a stupid move.
“Get the fuck out of here,” Taylor said as Cade’s fury shifted to him.
Cade’s eyes glided up and down Taylor, his face twisting into disgust. “Fucking pretty boy,” he muttered. “Get the fuck out of here before I fuck your face up beyond repair.”
Taylor’s back stiffened, and I could only guess that he figured out who the man was at my doorstep, considering Cade was wearing his leather.
I stepped around Taylor. “Ca—whatever.” Why in the hell did he have to change his damn name? This slip up was getting on my nerves. “I think you should go,” I told him, only to have that anger come back to me, which made my insides shrink. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t let it show. Instead, I stood strong and confident.
Cade shook his head. “Get him the fuck out of here now, Trixie.” He balled his hands into fists, itching for a fight, something I did not want happening on my doorstep.
When I turned to Taylor, I could see he wanted an explanation, but I’d rather not. The night needed to be over. The sooner, the better for us all.
“I think you should go,” I told Taylor.
“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” he clipped as if Cade was beneath him, which rubbed me the wrong way. “He kills people,” he added quietly.
“Yeah, motherfucker, I do. You wanna be next on that list?”
Taylor looked at Cade, something passing through his eyes, before he hastily grabbed his jacket.
“Screw this; you’re not that great of a lay, anyway.”
My mouth dropped open. “Get the fuck out of here,” I growled at him, my veins pumping with anger. That had stung, considering I thought what we had was pretty damn good.
“Fine. If you wanna be with trailer trash, go for it.”
It happened so fast, I swore if I blinked, I would have missed it. One moment Taylor was standing beside me, and the next Cade had him pressed to the door with his forearm against his throat.
Taylor grabbed at Cade’s arm that rippled with muscles as he tensed, but he was unsuccessful.
“Talk like that again to her, and I’ll fucking cut your dick off and stick it in your ass,” Cade growled as my stomach dropped. That was just gross. “You open your mouth about Trixie, not just me, but me and my boys are coming for you. Our trailer trash will fucking destroy you, pretty boy.” Cade gave him one more hard press to the throat then shoved him out the door.
Taylor lost his balance and fell to the ground, stumbling backward, away from Cade.
“Fuck,” he groaned, holding his throat as he ran to his car.
That was the last I saw, because Cade closed the door, his angry attention now on me.
I took a few steps back, his eyes telling me that I needed to get away. Needed to run.
“Ca …” I shook my head, trying to get it on straight. “Spook, I think you should go.”
He stalked toward me as my legs bumped into the back of the recliner. Then his body was pressed to mine, his face so damn close I could feel his forced breaths. Too close.
“Trixie, I didn’t take you for a game player.” His jaw ticked with his anger. “I told you last night I fucking want you. Apparently, you don’t know what that means, so I’m gonna fucking show you.”
He slammed his lips on mine, the kiss bruising, claiming, and owning me. He didn’t just kiss me. No, he took me, not giving me a choice in the matter. All I could do was follow along with him.
Just like yesterday, he gave me no room to breathe, and I couldn’t help myself; his lips were too damn perfect. This was all too consuming. Too much. I couldn’t go there with him.
I brought my hands up to his hard chest, giving him a push as I tried tearing my lips from his. He didn’t budge. Instead, he followed my movement, wrapping his arm around my waist, pulling me to his body firmly. With his other hand, he squeezed my breast, and I could do nothing except kiss him back.
This wasn’t the same as Taylor. No, this was rough, hard, and so damn good it wiped all remnants of Taylor from my head. This was what I had been missing tonight.
He coaxed me with his lips, compelled me, challenged me, forced me to lose the battle. My body loved our connection, even though my mind knew I should fight harder, struggle more to get out of his embrace. Unfortunately, the adult version of Cade was so much better than the kid. As much as I would berate myself for doing this later, I couldn’t stop now.
I whimpered into his mouth, the taste of tobacco and Cade dancing on my tongue. I clutched his hard shoulders where the leather was so soft, a contrast against his rough attack. My body sprang to life. I swore I could feel his brutal kiss through every nerve ending.
He moved his hands up my cami, pulling it off in a swift move and exposing my breasts. The cool air hit my nipples, making them hard as pebbles, or maybe that was him.
He lifted my leg until the crook of my knee rested on his hip, connecting my heat with his hard erection. Then he lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his hips as he carried my weight.
It was then that I turned my mind completely off as the pleasure from his touch took over, sending me to a place I hadn’t been … ever.
I continued kissing him, our tongues fighting for control until he overpowered me. My heart rate raced through the roof. I ached horribly, needing release, one that I now knew only he could satisfy.
He carried me directly to my bedroom. It didn’t even click until later that he knew exactly where it was.
Cade tossed me onto my bed, looking down at me, lust oozing from him.
“Shorts off,” he ordered, and my brain started to kick in now that his lips weren’t attacking me.
What in the hell are you doing, Trix?
“Spook, I can’t do this with you,” I told him without my known confidence, scurrying up the bed and trying to get some space between us. My mind raced too fast. I needed to think, and not having a shirt on didn’t help.
“You’re wrong, Trixie. Your body fucking wants this.” He stripped off his leather, placing it on my dresser, and then reached around over his shoulder blade and pulled his shirt off.
My arousal spiked as I took in each ripple
of his chest. Damn, the differences in his body hit me hard. Still lean but covered in tattoos and toned, he even had the defined abs I had only seen on television. Beyond sexy, and God, he was hot. So hot my body trembled with need.
“No, I don’t. You need to go.” Lies fell from my lips as my head fought a losing battle with my body.
He unbuckled the large, silver buckle on his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall to the ground in a heavy thump. His thick cock stood to attention, pointing straight up, the head an angry purple.
Gone was the boy I had last. What stood before me was all man. His deeply veined cock with its full mushroom tip called to be licked, and my mouth watered as my clit throbbed. The word horny didn’t begin to describe how I was feeling.
He didn’t acknowledge my words. “Shorts off,” he repeated as my brain tried to justify my body’s reactions.
Just treat this like another casual fuck with Taylor. A booty call.
Having sex with him meant nothing when I needed the orgasm. He came here. I shouldn’t feel bad for this, for wanting him. It would be for old times’ sake. Then I could rid him from my life for good.
And I’d already made my mind up about Nanette, so I wasn’t doing this to get something from him. No, this would be for pure pleasure, just two people fucking. Besides, how many people went home with strangers from bars? Tons. This would be no different.
Realization hit me in my wound-up state that my justifications might have been warped, but at this point, the decision was made.
I pulled down my shorts, wiggling my hips to get them off, displaying my white thong. He moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing my foot and pulling me so I ended up flat on my back. With my skin against the soft fabric beneath me, I gave a sharp cry as he covered me with his hard body. His lips on mine, he fell between my thighs.
Fuck, this man could kiss.
I laced my fingers through his silky hair as I pulled him closer. Since I had obviously allowed us to get this far, it was time for me to go all in.
It was with that thought in mind I snapped. I couldn’t get close enough.
He ripped his lips away, his mesmerizing eyes boring down into mine. “No fucking guy touches you, Trixie. No one but me.” He came back down, his lips on mine before I could respond. Really, I didn’t want to talk. I wanted him to fuck me. I needed to relieve this burn.
He roamed my breasts, down my ribcage, across my stomach. Each touch of his calloused fingertips sent goosebumps across my flesh. He scored me, branded me, the bumps all turning into fire.
He pulled back. “You wet for me, Trixie?” He rose only enough to tear my panties from my body, his fingers swiping over my pussy.
I groaned as my hips bucked, needing more.
He showed me his fingers soaked with my arousal. “Fucking dripping.” He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking every drop of me off.
Fuck, that was hot. Never had a man done that in front of me before. Fuck if it didn’t make my clit pulse harder than I’d ever imagined.
“Not now, because I need to be balls deep inside you, but soon, I’m gonna eat that pussy until you fucking scream my name.”
Wetness flooded me as his crude words catapulted me higher.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I moaned at his question and then screamed, “Would you just fuck me already!” I needed … more. He had me so tightly wound I would explode if he didn’t do something.
“Condom?” he asked, and I reached over to the nightstand, pulling one out of the drawer. He took it then rolled it over himself. He grabbed my knees and spread me wide as he looked down at my pussy.
I knew my pussy looked good, but with his careful inspection, a slight trepidation came over me. I tried to shut my legs, but he held them open.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect: pink, plump, and throbbing. I can’t wait to get my mouth on it.”
I felt a blush creep up my neck to stain my cheeks. Never had a guy tell me that before, either.
His eyes locked on mine. “This won’t be like before. I didn’t know shit back then.” He thrust into me in one deep stroke, and I squirmed, trying to make room for him inside my body as I cried out from the intrusion.
He stilled, waiting for me to accommodate him. After a few moments, I expanded, wrapping around him. He was big, bigger than I’d ever had inside me, bigger than he had been fifteen years ago. The stretch bordered on painful but still so damn good.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight.” He began to thrust, dragging his dick in and out of my body. “Better than I fucking remembered.”
He made computing those words difficult. I could only focus on the in and out strokes of his body in mine, heaven mixed with hell, wrapped together in something I’d never experienced before.
He held my knees firmly, opening me wide to him as he plunged into my body with such force the headboard knocked on the wall over and over again. Then, lost in sensation, it didn’t register when he let my knees go.
The combination of him pinching my nipples and his movement inside of me spiked my arousal as my clit hummed. He rubbed my swollen nub hard, and I let go.
Arching my back, I let loose a scream that echoed throughout the room. My entire body quivered as shards of pleasure overtook me.
“Fuck me,” he growled above my quaking body. It took me moments to open my eyes to meet Cade’s. “You didn’t fucking come like that the first time.” His eyes narrowed. “I’d have fucking remembered that.” He pressed his cock deep inside of me, stilling. It wasn’t painful. No, the spot he hit revved me back up for another go.
“Cade,” I gasped, digging my nails into the flesh of his tattooed arms.
He lifted my knees then pulled my legs together, bending them in front of me until the tops of my shins rested on his hard chest. He came down on me, pressing my knees to my breasts as his thrusts became more demanding. In and out, over and over. The sensations grew, this angle hitting the top wall of my pussy. Droplets of sweat beaded his brow from his exertion, falling to my chest.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamned hot,” he growled, his plunges reminding me of a steam engine going in rapid bursts.
Then it hit. Hard. Long. Life exploding. From the tips of my toes, up my legs, torso, arms, and head. I screamed my release, not caring if I woke up the neighborhood as I let the pleasure invade every molecule of my body. I felt as if I were floating on a cloud, zapped with a lightning bolt as my body convulsed. Nothing, absolutely nothing, mattered in that moment. I felt free for the very first time in my life.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the moment, not wanting it to end or for the euphoria to disappear.
Cade stilled above me. “Fucking hell,” he ground out as he pressed hard inside me with his release, my pussy contracting around him as I felt his cock twitch with his orgasm.
He released his weight on me, his face sinking into my neck, his nose on the sweet spot between my ear and my shoulder. Flashes of our first time bombarded me as he took in several deep breaths.
Long minutes passed before he pulled out then rolled off to my side. I set my legs down, the stiffness from the angle making them tingle. Our labored breathing filtered in my bedroom, the smell of arousal and sex infiltrating my nostrils.
As I came back down from the frenzy, everything around me started to crash and burn. That wonderful feeling drifted away, and in its place were the consequences of my actions. The justifications I made earlier flew out the window in a swift whoosh.
I stared up at the ceiling, the last few moments hitting me hard. I had just fucked Cade Baker, something I told myself repeatedly I would not do again. Still, my dumbass did it, no questions asked.
I felt tears prick the backs of my eyes as the pain of losing him crashed over me, squeezing at my heart all over again. I steeled myself since last night, or I thought I had. Yet, here I lay, still feeling Cade between my legs.
What have I done?
Making matters worse, he
gave me the best sex I’d ever had.
My heart thudded, trying to come back to life, while I tried with all my might to make it stop.
This was just a booty call, like another casual fuck with Taylor. Nothing more.
Nothing more.
SHE LIED ALL those years ago, telling me the sex had been great for her. It fucking wasn’t. Not with the way she just looked when she exploded around me. She held nothing back, giving me everything, and I took more. Damn, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. It hit me in more ways than expected, dredging up old feelings I kept locked inside. Ones I hadn’t thought I’d ever feel again.
I sucked in a breath then rolled toward her, the condom still on. My cock still stood half-erect, even after I had just come so fucking hard.
She turned to me, looking more beautiful than when I saw her earlier, because now she had my whisker burns on her skin, my scratches and my reddened marks. Her eyes were wide, hair wild. The just fucked look was magnetic on her. Mine, not that fucker who had been here earlier.
I lost my shit, unable to believe she fucking had another man here. Trixie needed to realize this was not a one-time gig. The thought of her with another man made my blood boil with rage. That shit wasn’t happening again.
“Bathroom?” I asked, needing to get the fucking condom off my dick.
She lifted her finger, pointing to a door on the far side of the room, no words coming out of her mouth.
I bent over, kissing the tip of her nose. “Be back.”
I took care of business and came back to find my woman covered from neck to toe with a sheet. I smirked. The damn woman wasn’t just sexy; she also had the cute thing down. She’d always had that. From the first moment I saw her, she grabbed me and still fucking did. It was the little things like this that made Trixie who she was.
“You can go now,” she said, holding the sheet so securely her knuckles were white. It was like she wanted to hide from me. Her eyes were working hard, though. Something told me she was re-erecting the walls she had built between us, trying to fortify them. She’d shown me way too much, and now she wanted to take it all back.
