Cade and I are in love, and we don’t care who the hell knows it anymore.
He picks me up and races us to the door of that tiny little house. “Give me a second.” He heads inside and wrangles Buddy into his bedroom before picking me right back up and carrying me over the threshold.
Cade seals the door shut loud as a clap of thunder. We lose our clothes as if they were on fire, but the flames that grow around us can never be extinguished.
I pull back and laugh as his fingers get caught in my hair. “Have you got a naughty plan for this evening, or are we just rolling with the punches?” I gently pat his cheek.
He winces and places my hand to his heart. “Tonight I propose we make love.”
“Make love?” A tiny giggle bubbles from me. “It sounds so deliciously cheesy I think I’m going to need a double helping.”
Cade comes at me with a laugh caught in his throat. “Now that I can give you.”
Our kisses start achingly slow as our passion stirs stronger than ever before, and we do exactly what Cade proposed—we make love long into this beautiful, beautiful night.
Cade
The morning sun brightens over my lids as all of last night comes crashing back to me like a glorious wave taking over my world. My hand stretches across the bed, reaching for the woman I love, but I come up blank, nothing but cool sheets, and I sit up with a start to find the room empty.
Shit. It was a dream. That entire wild night with my mouth fused to every square inch of that perfect body was a work of nocturnal fiction. I thought for sure Cassidy and I had reconnected, that we had exchanged those magic words. I said I love you, and her lips shot it right back.
A dull laugh thumps through me. Of course, it was too good to be true.
“Morning, Hot Buns!” Cassidy bursts into the room, carrying a wooden tray laden with a stack of pancakes so high it qualifies as a radio tower.
“You’re here.” My body, my soul, my beating heart all sigh with relief. And in that instance, it feels like Christmas. I get it. I get exactly what Holt was trying to relay, and better than that, I’m living it.
“Of course, I’m here.” She sets down the skyscraper of maple syrup treats onto the nightstand and comes at me on all fours. Cassidy whips off the sheets and finds herself face to face with the part of me that’s happiest to see her. “And good morning to the big trio.” Her voice swims in that thick, luscious touch of the South that melts me every single time. “I see you’re off to a great start on this fine spring day.”
“Better than great now that you’re here.”
She growls out a laugh as she climbs on board, reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
“What about breakfast?” My hand floats to the inside of her thigh because I think we both know what I’m having.
“Oh, hon, you can wait for that short stack—but as for me—” Cassidy scoots down onto my hips, her bare bottom gliding up and down my thighs. She opens the condom with her teeth in one seductive tear. “I’m having me some hot buns.” She reaches down and tweaks my ass.
Cassidy rolls on the condom and glides her body over mine achingly slow, pulling a groan from my gut that lasts for weeks.
“Shit,” I pant through a smile as she rides me up and down with her beautiful hair bouncing like rays of sunshine in the morning light, her body moving in rhythm to mine.
Before I lose it, I pull out and roll her over, driving a stream of kisses across her neck, her chest, rolling each of her nipples in my mouth like candy. I drop down and have a sweet treat of breakfast as I take Cassidy to new heights while she pulls the crap out of my hair, her knees locking me in until she lets out a sharp cry and evicts me with a kick to the chest.
“Come here, Cade James,” she beckons. That sly grin takes over as I land on top of her, my elbows holding me up. “Bury that bad boy deep inside me and come get what’s yours.”
“What’s mine?” The words stream from me slow and easy. “You’re mine.” I dot her face with gentle kisses before making her just that once again in the most intimate way.
I come for weeks, for ten blissful years deep inside of her.
Oh, yes. It’s Christmas morning all over again.
In the late afternoon, I shower and drive Cassidy back to her dorm so she can do the same.
“You know, you could have showered at my place.” I interlace our fingers as we walk hand-in-hand through the middle of campus.
“Oh, sweetie, in that tiny hot box? There’s hardly enough room for one person, let alone a party.”