Their gazes collided, hot and needy. He gripped her hips and guided her into a new rhythm—forward and backward on his cock so that her clit ground against him. “Want you to come on me.”
“Oh, yes,” she gasped, her expression almost anguished in her desire. His gaze raked over her pretty face, her swaying breasts, the red hair between her thighs rubbing against his lower belly.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her down to his chest. Caden banded an arm around her lower back and one around her neck, pinning her in place on top of him, and then he took over the grind, rubbing himself hard against her clit, his cock still deep inside. “Love being inside you,” he whispered. “Love this closeness, with you.”
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come,” she cried.
Caden crashed his lips down on hers and filled her mouth with his tongue. Her whole body bowed on the orgasm, trying to break free from his arms. He held her tight and swallowed the moan that ripped up her throat as her * fisted him and fisted him and coated his cock and balls with her pleasure.
Her muscles went limp and she released a long breath. “Holy shit,” she rasped. “Your turn. I want to feel you fall apart like that so bad. How do you want it?”
“Lay down on your stomach,” he said, need and lust still stalking through his blood. “I’ll be quiet, promise.” They switched positions, and Caden spread himself out on top of Makenna. He took his cock in hand and entered her from behind. As he penetrated deep, he laid down on top of her, covering her from head to feet, all of him touching all of her.
“Oh, God, I love that,” she whispered. “Love your weight on me. Love how filled up I feel.”
Her words licked over his skin. “Gonna fuck you so deep, Red,” he said against her ear, his hips surging and grinding into her ass. “So fucking deep.” His arms wrapped around her head and shoulders for leverage, and his abs contracted on each thrust, hunching his body quietly around hers. Driving deep, deep, deeper. She arched her back and lifted her ass. “Oh, that’s it,” he said, balls deep inside her. “That’s so fucking it.”
“Caden,” she breathed. “Jesus.”
“Yeah, you’re taking me, aren’t you? My cock’s so deep inside you.” But as deep as it was, it wasn’t deep enough. Never would be. Because he’d never be able to get enough of her. Not if he lived a hundred lifetimes.
That was how hard he’d fallen for her. The clarity of the thought was startling. For weeks he’d been hiding from the truth of it, not examining it too closely.
He drove the thought away. Not now. Not yet. Not with another man’s words pinballing around his brain. He just couldn’t… Just feel. For once, just feel.
Caden gripped her tighter, drove deeper, clenched his teeth against the grunts that wanted to tear up his throat. He gritted out whispered words into her ear, dirty little nothings that had her core growing tighter around him and his balls aching with the need to release.
“Faster,” she whispered. “Faster and I’m gonna come again.”
“Fuck, yeah.” His hips snapped more quickly, the meeting of their skin making more noise now. But he couldn’t hold back, couldn’t resist giving her what she needed. And then she was coming once more, a moan spilling from her mouth. He covered her lips with his hand as her body clamped down on his cock. Then his own orgasm nailed him in the back and exploded him apart. He rode her slow and deep as wave after wave of sensation tore through him, not wanting it to end. Ever. “Jesus Christ,” he rasped when their bodies finally stilled.
“So sexy to hear you come,” she whispered.
“Shit, was I loud?” he asked, his head resting against hers, his heart still racing in his chest.
“No,” she said, a smile plain in her voice. “Maybe we should sleep right here. That way if we get horny again, we can just pick up where we left off.”
Caden chuckled. “You’ve got big plans for tonight, huh?”
She grinned over her shoulder. “Where you’re concerned? Absolutely.”
The words were just light-hearted joking, but he couldn’t help but wonder if she meant them more broadly. If her conversation with Cameron was still pinging around inside his head, which it was, then surely it was doing the same to hers. Part of him thought he should tell her he’d overheard it, but part of her wanted her to choose to tell him it had happened. He eased off of her, removed the condom, and wrapped it in a tissue from a box on her nightstand. Then he gave her a hand off the floor and pulled her into his arms.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Caden. I’m so glad I got to spend the day with you. Of everything I have in my life, I hope you know that I’m most grateful for you this year.”
He let the words settle like a balm into some of the raw places inside him, and they helped. But in his darkest places, he couldn’t stop wondering if what her ex-fiancé had said to her could change that.