Relinquish

Chapter Twenty

Lola

I toss a pair of jeans into the enormous suitcase that dominates my bed. Denim? It’s crazy. I’ve always been a silk and suit kind of girl. Moving to the Midwest has opened my eyes to a more relaxed wardrobe. I’ve even purchased a couple of yoga pants to wear outside the gym.

Am I ready to see my father again? My fingers shake. It’s crazy, but I’m more anxious about seeing him than trying to foil a robbery attempt. Until I’d refused to marry Trenton, I’d never defied my father. I love him and don’t want to displease him, but I can’t go through with it. Can I continue to disobey him from the same zip code? The same house? That’s why I moved halfway across the country. I’m not sure I’m strong enough not to cave.

I grab an evening gown out of the closet. My doorbell clangs throughout the house. I walk to the entryway and peek through the peephole. Cade. Damn him. I’m not in the mood to speak to him. I twist on my heel and march back to the bedroom. The man is out of his mind if he thinks I’m going on a date with him. I’m not falling for that macho bullshit.

Bang. Bang.The door rattles from the weight of whatever he’s hitting the surface with. “Lola, I know you’re in there. Open the door.” Cade’s voice is muffled and barely audible through the door.

Fine. If he wants to talk, I’ve got plenty to say. I stomp back to the front door, unfasten the deadbolt, and swing the door open. “What do you want?”

He sticks his booted foot inside the doorframe. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have responded the way I did.”

I inhale the scent of his aftershave and feel my resolve fading. Fuck. When did I get a weakness for men’s health magazines and hard-headed men? Nothing good can come from a non-relationship relationship with him. But damn, the man makes me wish for things that aren’t good for me.

“I accept your apology. Now, I need to pack. After thinking about the whole ‘no-strings’ thing.” I use my fingers to make imaginary quotation marks when I say the word ‘no-strings.’ “I think it’s a bad idea. We’re not compatible.” See, I can do this. I’m strong. My eyes stray over his body. The fabric of his shirt stretches tight over his chest, clinging to the angles of his body. His jeans are even tighter. Holy hell. And those eyes. Thank God he’s not smiling.

My first instinct when Mr. Truman said Cade should go with me back home was excitement. The thought of spending the weekend with him away from work was thrilling until I remembered my father. He would take one look at Cade and give him the third degree, and that would be the last time I’d see Cade–dealing with a Congressman and the FBI is too much to ask.

Maybe, if we’d already established a relationship, he might be the exception. However, to ask him to submit to that type of scrutiny when he doesn’t want a long-term relationship would not end well. I’ll end up with a broken heart. Just end it now before anyone gets hurt.

His gaze travels over my body, resting on all the parts that desperately ache for his touch before returning to my mouth. My body explodes with desire as every inch of me tingles and throbs. Where did your resolve go?

“Oh, I think we’re compatible.” The deep rumble of his voice goes straight to my clit, causing it to pulsate in time with my heartbeat.

Don’t. You can do this. I frown and cross my arms over my chest. “Physical attraction isn’t enough. We’re both adult enough to control that portion of ourselves.”

“Are we? I always thought I was, but for some reason around you.…” He lets the door shut behind him. “I can’t seem to find that restraint.”

His presence steals the air from the room, and dampness pools between my legs. My tight nipples rub against the fabric of my bra. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I stop wanting to touch him? To be touched by him. He’s a pain in the ass.

He strokes his hands down my arms, and I moan, “This is not a good idea.” But for some reason, I don’t give a fuck. Why don’t I care? I should care. Damn it. I should be stronger than my body’s response to him.

When his head dips lower, he says, “Maybe we shouldn’t think for a second.”

This is a bad idea.

Fuck it.I surge forward, smashing my lips against his. As his tongue slips between my lips and tangles with mine, all rational thought flies out the window. His hands slide under my shirt and trail across my sensitive flesh.

As his touch teases me mere inches from my tight nipples, I tremble. Touch me before I scream. As if he can read my mind, his thumb rubs across the lace covering my breast. Much better. I gasp and moan into his mouth, and he sucks it down like he needs me to live.

I fist his T-shirt to keep upright. It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone. And none of those guys was anything like Cade. They weren’t big and strong and stealing my resolve. After I yank his T-shirt out of his jeans, I stroke his abs.

“God, I want you.” His tongue trails down my throat, and his hot breath makes my entire body shudder. I relish each contour of his sculpted front before he cups my ass, drawing me nearer. His cock grinds against my belly.

Stop before you go too far. Before you forget, you’re mad at him. He raises me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Don’t be stupid. Stopping would be short-sighted. He carries me to the sofa and lays me on the cushions.

Lord, have mercy. I’ve died and gone to heaven. The man is a work of art. What in the world have I gotten myself into? If I’m not careful, I’m going to explode or pass out looking at his thick thighs, washboard abs, and massive biceps. And all of him is still covered.

Shit. I need to hit the gym. “I don’t think this is a good idea. I can’t be with you.”

“What?” He crosses his arms, and his forehead wrinkles as something besides frustration flashes over his face. Disappointment? Hurt? Whatever it is, I need to tell him the truth.

I rub my hand over my face. “I can’t have a sexual relationship with you and not have it mean something.”

The irritation and unnamed emotion drop from his face. “I was giving you an out.”

“An out?”

“Yes. You said your dad wouldn’t approve of me.”

“He won’t.”

“See.” He throws his hands into the air.

Realization smacks me in the face, and I climb to my knees. It was hurt. “So, you wanted a friend with benefits relationship, non-relationship, because you think I care what my dad says?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve already told you; I don’t care what he wants. I’m going to do what I want.”

“That’s kind of your motto, isn’t it? You’re kind of hard-headed.”

I smack him in the stomach. “You’d better watch it. I was going to let you get into my panties, but your mouth keeps moving, making my brain angry.”

He places his hand on his belt buckle. “You know I don’t approve of your plan.”

“Yes, I know that.” I remove his hands from the belt and unlace the strap.

“We’re going to continue to discuss it.”

“Yeah, later.” I run my fingertips over his stiff shaft through the rough fabric.

“Damn it,” he says between clenched teeth. “We should finish the conversation now before I forget what I was going to say.”

“Do you want to date me?”

“Yes.” His eyes darken. “But it will never work. We’re too–”

“Hush.” I snap the button of his jeans and tear away the fabric, exposing his thick cock. He’s bigger than anyone else I’ve been with. Why should I be surprised?

“Lola.” He grabs my shoulders as if to push me away, but I lean forward and swipe my tongue over the rigid veins.

When he groans, I fist his hot flesh and work my hand up and down his length. “I want to date you, and my father is not a part of this conversation.” Without giving him the chance to respond, I suck his dick deep into my mouth and work over it with both hands.

“Shit. That feels good.” He grasps my hair and fucks in and out of my mouth. His movements are precise and in control, for now. I laugh over his length, and he shudders. Maybe make-up sex isn’t such a bad thing.

I move my hands to his hips and dig my fingernails into the flesh. I love the feel of his dick thrusting into my mouth. His power and strength make my knees weak and the butterflies in my belly flop. Maybe I was wrong in thinking I wanted a man who listened to everything I said.

He grabs my face and pulls me away. My mouth pops off his cock, and saliva drips down my chin. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. “I need to be inside you.” He yanks his pants to his knees, and I lift my skirt. The intensity of the moment is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Sex has always been sedate, in the dark, and vanilla as fuck. This is anything but that. “Take off your panties and lean over the back of the sofa. I want to watch your ass as I fuck you.”

Holy fuck.My body quivers at his carnal command. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiles. “I like that.”

“You’re only getting it here. Don’t think I’m going to listen just because my big, bad boyfriend told me to do it.”

“In the bedroom, you’ll listen. Or, in this case, in the living room.” His dark eyes devour me as he strokes his cock.

God, yes.I’ll agree to anything to squelch the burning ache between my thighs. I jerk my panties off and place my head on the back of the sofa with my ass proudly on display. His rough hands slide up my thighs.

Please, higher. Just a little higher.

***

Cade

This woman drives me wild. We don’t stand a chance of a future together. Our backgrounds are too different. We fight like crazy. She doesn’t listen to a damned thing I say. She makes me lose control. But I can’t stop wanting her.

It’s more than that. I need her, but I need her to be safe. I don’t want her pregnant and sitting at home, but damn–can she not put her life in danger. Is that too much to ask? I stroke the inside of her thighs. They feel like silk under my fingertips–her body quakes at each caress of my hands. As I inch closer to her sex, she wiggles her ass and moans.

“Baby, do you need something?” I relish the power rolling through me, making me feel like a god with his angel begging for mercy.

“Ye-e-e-es.”

“Yes, what?” I inch higher but still don’t touch her core. At the look of anguish on her face, I bite my bottom lip. She’s mine, and no one had better think for one second about taking her away.

“Yes, Sir.”

“What do you need?”

“I need your fingers inside my pussy, please.”

“I think I can accommodate that.” I swipe the length of her slit with my fingertip feeling her wetness for me. “That’s it, baby. I make you so hot and needy, don’t I?”

“Yes-s-s-s,” she hisses.

“Is this what you want?” I slip two fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her muscles sucking me in.

“Yes, please,” she mews.

“Such a beautiful ass.” I cup her cheek and shake it as I repeatedly lunge into her hot hole. Each thrust earns me a moan that practically rattles the windows.

This is what I want. Her. Us. Forever. It’s stupid and reckless, but I can’t keep the thoughts from invading my brain. I grasp my cock, sheath it with a condom, and guide my body to her edge. “Can you take all of me?”

“Yes. Now, please.”

“Yes, what?” I wait with my thighs shaking against her ass. My entire body is hard and ready to attack.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck me hard. Make me come.”

Fuck.I pierce her flesh and plunge to the hilt, filling every inch of her sex. She squeals and raises her ass higher to avoid the pressure of my size. I’ve never been willing to give everything I had to a woman. I wouldn’t lose that control, but with Lola, it’s out the window. I want to provide her with everything. But I want her to beg me for it. I slowly pull to the edge of her heat.

“Fuck me. Please.”

“My pleasure.” I slap her ass as I lunge to the hilt, causing her to yelp in pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” I repeatedly thrust in and out of her, going to the edge and then hitting her cervix. The sound of our fucking fills the room. It’s not enough. I want more. I spit in her crack and swirl it over her tight hole.

“God, yes,” she groans and grips the edge of the sofa.

I slip my finger past her tight rim and fuck her ass in time with my cock. Her pussy clenches and holds me tighter as she nears her orgasm.

“Fuck.” She leans farther over the edge and drops her hands from the sofa, grabbing my thighs. The sharp sting of her nails piercing my flesh makes my balls tingle and tighten. I’m so close to coming, but I hold onto the edge of sanity. “Your cock is so thick and hard. It… Oh, my God, I can’t stop it,” she cries out.

I grab her ass with both hands and ride into her like a demon has possessed me. I want her to unravel and never forget who rules her body. Who drives her to the edge. Who protects her and keeps her safe. Because I’ll move heaven and earth to keep anyone from touching her. She’s mine.

“Cade, I’m coming.” The guttural sounds coming from her mouth bring me to my knees. My head spins, and I forget who’s dominating who. My entire body tightens as I spill my seed deep inside her. I gasp as I try to catch my breath. My thighs quiver, and my cock twitches with each spurt of semen thrusting out of me.