Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry I hurt you baby,” Cade apologized, sounding sincere, and — regretful?
He stopped the truck, and I only now took notice of where we were. I had been focused on not scratching Cade’s eyes out and tequila made it hard to concentrate on too many things at once. The view took my breath away. We were up at some kind of lookout; the ocean was below us and the twinkling lights from the town to the left. If I hadn’t been so pissed I would have thought this was a lovely romantic spot. But alas, I was raging.
“What are we doing here?” I ground out, crossing my arms.
“Needed to get a couple of things straight with you before we went back to your place,” Cade replied, watching me intently.
I felt uncomfortable under his gaze, the kind of uncomfortable that made me squirm, in a good way.
“I don’t like that you said we. There is no we Cade. You will be taking me back to my house this instant, I have a party to get back to.”
Cade raised his eyebrows. “No invite for me then?” he asked playfully.
“No. I make it a point not to invite ex-boyfriends to my home, especially when the one in question has dumped me the day before.” I scowled at him. “Besides, it’s girls only, no cocks allowed. Literally and figuratively, so you’re out on both counts.”
He suppressed a grin, the bastard. I turned away from him to stare at the ocean. Silence dawned on the cab before he broke it.
“Gwen, I’ve said I’m sorry and I’m sick of this shit.”
I started to reply, but Cade unbuckled my seatbelt and hauled me across to straddle his lap; I didn’t even bother to struggle this time. I just gave him my best Medusa stare. It didn’t seem to have its desired effect because he stroked my hair tenderly and his other hand rested lightly on my ribs, brushing my breasts.
“I was pissed off that night, Gwen. Pissed off that fucking Steg had me on business that meant I would be away from you, knowing that you would be uncomfortable around all the boys. And knowing what you looked like, even after I claimed you, those boys are only human and you are fucking beautiful.”
He paused, running his thumb along my lip. It took all of my willpower not to open my mouth to him.
“I got pissed when I saw you and Bull talking together, even though I trust that brother with my life. I got even more fucking pissed learning my best friend was planning to put a bullet in his brain and I hadn’t even noticed.” I watched the emotion dance in his eyes but said nothing. “And I was fucking pissed when after dealing with that, I had to go out and find you after I specifically told you to stay put.”
I opened my mouth to protest that little statement, but he kept talking.
“Not used to a woman defying me, Gwen. Don’t like it. But at the same time it makes my dick hard as fuck.” His gaze turned hooded, eyes darkening with desire. I felt the evidence of this pressing into my shorts and struggled to suppress a moan.
“And I was fucking scared shitless walking into your house and hearing that scream baby. That scream, it was goddamn terrifying. Knowing what haunts you, knowing I can’t do anything to help it, pissed me off the most.” His face was haunted, and his eyes searched mine. “And that whore playing with your mind, trying to fuck things with us. Icing on the fucking cake. Got no excuse Gwen, couldn’t deal, so I left. I hurt you in the process and I didn’t mean to. All this has been stewing in my mind; I’ve been trying to find a way to apologize. But shit baby, we are not broken up.”
I didn’t know what to say after all of that. I was still a tiny bit pissed, but man, he didn’t say a lot most of the time, but when he decided to talk, he made it count. His finger, still at my mouth, trailed down my chin and unbuttoned his cut to open my almost bare breasts against him. He hissed, and I felt him grow even harder beneath me. I couldn’t help but let out a little moan.
“Haven’t fucked you in two days, feels like forever since I’ve slid into that tight pussy.”
His rough hands caressed my breasts and I threw my head back, pleasure already overwhelming me. I ground my hips against his, hearing his guttural groan. Cade’s hand pulled my head to look at him.
“Need your eyes babe.”
I locked eyes with him and he yanked me into a mind-shattering kiss. I lost all coherent thought apart from the feel of his body, his tongue, his scent.
I reached around to untie my bikini, taking it off but leaving his cut. My body was lifted and Cade took a nipple in his mouth.
“Honey,” I breathed as he tweaked my other nipple roughly. I almost screamed.
“Need you,” I whispered brokenly, trying to undo my shorts.
It was kind of awkward in this cramped space. Dammit why did I have to wear shorts? I didn’t want my body leaving his to take them off. Cade solved this dilemma by reaching down to my shorts and ripping them off. I repeat ripping them off. Now ripping some flimsy lace is one thing, but denim shorts? Whoa.
I didn’t think much after that, his fingers entered me, stroking me as he unbuttoned his jeans and replaced his fingers with his cock. This time I screamed, riding him fast and hard, overwhelmed by pleasure. Cade pulled my head down to his, thrusting slowly from beneath me, keeping his mouth inches from mine. I looked into his eyes as the pressure built, almost floored by the amount of emotion, reverence in his gaze. My orgasm took over and I heard Cade’s grunt as I clenched around him, milking his release. I collapsed against him, feeling his strong arms circle around me. We were silent awhile, Cade still inside me.