“It’s the Boy Scout motto.” His dimples go off as we dance our way out of our clothes, stripping ourselves clean right here in the living room. His flesh sears over mine, and we groan as our bodies seal together. It’s such a damn good feeling. I swear, it’s half the fun, half the beauty of being with him.
Cade rolls the condom on, and I watch with curious intent because obviously it’s a lights-on kind of a night. Cade James is long and strong in all the right places. As suspected, he’s indeed hung like a stallion with two round full bales of glorious hay sitting proud at attention just beneath that. It’s amazing what a little light will do if you shed it just so on the right situation. It’s about time I’ve seen what he’s been impaling me with, and I must admit I am damn impressed.
“Come here, baby.” Cade digs his fingers into my thighs as I jump up on his hips. “Shit.” His manic panting takes over as he takes a naughty nibble of his own all over my chest. “You don’t know the things you do to me.”
“I have a slight idea,” I say, positioning myself over him as his body struggles to get in mine.
“Fuck.” He tips his head back and grunts as I press down further over him, ending with a nice little bounce as I take it home.
“Is that word all you got, city boy? I thought you came with an expletive-riddled tirade. I guess you’re too nice for that after all,” I pant the words out as I take a healthy bite from his bottom lip. Cade James’s lips are soft as down pillows. I’ll never be able to kiss another man properly after this.
His chest rumbles over mine. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m nice, we’ve been doing this wrong.”
Cade takes me right there in front of the blank eye of the television, front and center of those dozens of roses he never should have bought me. For a brief second, I watch as our reflection bounces happily away in that Mylar balloon with its rather possessive statement.
And all the while the only thing running through my mind is you belong to me.
Long into the night and into the wee hours of the morning, Cade takes me with a ferocity all over that itty bitty house of his. He bends me over the kitchen table, lays me over it, spreads me wide, takes me on the counter, the sofa, against the wall, down the hall, until finally we flop with exhaustion over his nice, cushy bed.
Thankfully, it’s dark in here because for the first time ever he’s landed on my left side. The kiss to my cheek was a nice gesture, but at this point, I consider it his kind way of addressing the scarred elephant in the room. Despite his naughty disposition around me, he really is an all-around nice guy. Piper is going to have my grass-fed ass when she finds out I’ve been using her big brother like a glorified pogo stick.
“Penny for your thoughts.” Cade pulls a warm, fuzzy blanket over the two of us and curls his body around mine as he adheres to every nook and cranny. Just feeling his hot flesh conforming to mine feels far more intimate than the naughty things we spent the last few hours dreaming up.
Everything in me freezes. First of all, he’s never covered us, never had to—but still. And cuddling? I’m sort of a cuddling virgin, but I’ll admit it feels mighty nice. Whoever manages to snag Cade’s heart will be one lucky girl. A spear of hatred goes off in my gut for whoever that might be. With my luck, I’ll be dragged to their wedding no thanks to Piper.
“I wouldn’t sell you my thoughts for an entire dollar. There are just some things a girl has to keep a mystery.” Like the fact not only am I his sister’s bestie, I’m her roomie as well. I wonder how Cade would feel about that little nugget? I’m guessing not too impressed—especially in light of the fact I’m willfully withholding said nugget from a few very important people, he being one of them.
He dots a steamy kiss to my ear before taking a gentle bite. His shin glides over mine as he pulls my bottom deeper against his warm body, and my toes curl just having him holding me this sweet, tender way.
“Tell me something about you. I want to start chipping away at the mystery.”
“Tell you what?” I turn just enough to where I can see his face blessed silver by the moon.
“Anything. I’ll take whatever you want to give.”
“Okay, then, I have a Basic Principles of Marketing class twice a week, and the TA makes my panties melt for an hour straight on Thursdays. He also makes me come over to his place and strip down to nothing. He says if I want a passing grade in that class I need to bend over and—”
Cade bursts out in laughter, his chest bucking over my back in a soothing rhythm. “I give. You win.” He gives my ribs a tickle, and now it’s me bucking with laughter. “You keep slinging that bull, and I’ll be gifted my walking papers from the president of the university himself.”
“What bull?” I twist into him with wicked delight. “You known darn well you like me bent and spent and lapping up everything your trio has to offer. You’ve been fucking me senseless since the day we met. Now that, my friend, is gospel.”