Chapter 9 #2
She nodded hard, her throat working as she swallowed before she took me fully out of my boxer briefs and leaned forward.
“You kept the piercing,” she whispered.
“You always liked it.” Not all women that I had been with liked it.
Some of them had actually been repulsed.
They didn’t matter. Nobody had mattered but Bella.
But it wasn’t like I could bring that up in this moment.
Nobody needed to hear about the people they had been with in between.
And fuck, now I was thinking about the people Bella had been with in those eight years, and I wanted to rip them limb from limb.
I had a fucking problem.
Before I could say anything stupid though, Bella’s head lowered, and she swallowed the tip of my dick. I groaned, one hand on her hair, wrapping it around my fist, the other playing with her breast.
“That’s it, Bella. Take me.”
I moved my hips, going deeper, and she relaxed her throat, taking me.
Bella had always been good at blowjobs. It had been one of our favorite things. Lying on our sides, me having my breakfast the exact way that I needed, fingers in her pussy and her ass as I licked every ounce of her, with my cock buried deep in Bella’s mouth as she took me.
I still dreamed about that, waking up with either a hard on or nearly ready to blow.
I had hated the fact that Bella could still do that to me from so far away when she was just a memory. But now she wasn’t a memory anymore.
So I moved forward, taking her mouth as she looked up at me, eyes wide and tearing up. I moved my hand from her breast to wipe a single tear falling down her cheek. I froze my hips.
“Too much?”
She pulled away, and I let her. “No. I like it. I promise.”
I tapped the tip of my cock and piercing against her lips, frowning. “Are you sure?” I asked.
In answer she took me again, and I just grinned as I fucked her mouth, slowly at first then harder.
I leaned forward, going deeper as I used my hand to fuck her with two fingers again, spearing her hard and fast. When she scraped her teeth down my length, I pulled my fingers out and slapped her pussy hard.
She pinkened, her whole body shivering, and I knew she had done it for that exact purpose.
So I speared her with three fingers and kept moving.
When she came again, clamping around my cock, I swallowed hard and pulled back, knowing I was close.
“Weston,” she whispered, falling back onto the bed.
“I want to come inside you, not down that beautiful throat of yours.” I crawled over her, my dick wet from her lips and leaving a trail on her stomach as I crushed my mouth to hers.
She wrapped her body around me, holding me tight as I just explored her mouth, kissing her as if this was our last moment on earth.
I had missed this so much, this moment, her taste. And I couldn’t help but take my time to explore her even though I was so on edge I was ready to rut on her and come in an instant.
While she writhed under me, I reached for my wallet and pulled out a condom.
“I have to have you.”
“Then take me. I need you inside me.” She cupped my face with her hand, and I moved my mouth to kiss her palm.
“I’ve got you,” I whispered and then I sheathed myself in the condom before sliding deep into her in one stroke.
She let out a shocked gasp as I froze, trying not to come right then and there. She was so soft, and yet tight around me, the heat of her inner walls nearly sending me over the edge.
“Bella,” I whispered.
“I need you to move. Move,” she ordered.
I leaned down, bit her lip before kissing away the sting, and I moved. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first to watch the way her mouth parted, her cheeks pinking.
Then I looked between us and groaned. I shifted upward slightly, so I was hovering over her even as I fucked her.
“Look at us. Look at the way that your pussy is swallowing my cock. It’s begging for me. It’s missed me.”
Her lips quirked into a smile as she lifted her head up to kiss me softly on the mouth. “I’ve missed you.”
I knew that admission had taken so much from her, so I nodded slightly before taking her lips.
“I’ve missed you too,” I muttered against her mouth, and then there was no more talking.
I moved into her, thrust after thrust as she met me with each motion.
And finally I rolled to my back, needing to watch her breasts bounce as she rode me.
I squeezed one hip with my hand, her breast with my other, and we both moved in motion as if we had been doing this for thousands of years. As if there had been no gap in time.
And then there was no thinking at all, because she was coming again, my name on her lips as I followed her, filling her with everything that I had.
When she collapsed on me, I held her close, my cock still buried balls deep inside her, and I knew I never wanted to let her go.
Even if I probably should.
After, when we could finally breathe, I ran my hands up and down her back, and moved to clean her up and take care of the condom.
When I came back to the bed with a warm washcloth in hand, thankful it was in the bathroom since I didn’t know this house, she sat at the edge, rolling her shoulders back. That’s when I noticed the bruises on her hip, the red marks that I knew would remain for a few days.
I cursed under my breath. “Fuck. I was too rough. You were hurt and here I am, fucking you hard into the bed and leaving marks.”
She frowned up at me before she stood up and wrapped her arms around my hips. “I wanted this. It’s-it’s what you and I were, but now? It’s better. So don’t make what just happened wrong.”
I cursed, then kissed her hard on the mouth, needing her taste.
“Shh, just let me... You’re going to be sore tomorrow.” I slid the warm washcloth between her legs, and she gasped. But she was already swollen from my rough attentions, so I was gentle, not sending her near the edge where it would be too much.
“Let me take care of you,” I whispered.
“You are, Weston. You are.” I wasn’t sure what I heard in that. Desire, need. Or weariness. Maybe everything.
Her panties and tights were long gone, but she slid the dress over her body, and I shoved my jeans back on. I hadn’t even remembered fully taking them off, but with Isabella, I tended to lose my mind.
My phone buzzed, and I reached down to the ground to pick up his phone and read the screen. It had apparently fallen out of my pocket in our haste.
“Fuck.”
“Is something wrong?” Isabella asked, worry in her tone.
“Just things for the prom. I need to pick up a few things that they forgot, and now they have 1,000 worries for this thing. I have no idea what I’m doing.
Yes there was a formal and a junior prom, but they weren’t like this.
Both Sam and Sydney have boyfriends, and there’s an argument with one of their friend groups, and I have no idea what I’m doing. ”
“I can’t even imagine. Although, I did have to deal with some of it with Emily and Phoebe. There’s not much of an age gap between us like there is with the twins and you, but there was enough of one especially with Dad not around.”
I ran my hand up and down her back, knowing there were no words I could say to make that better. Her father, the eldest Cage, was a fucking asshole and there was no taking that back. No fixing it. But it seemed as if the siblings were trying to do that themselves now.
“So what’s the emergency?” she asked, looking at my phone.
“Some flower thing. And a lip balm or gloss. I’m not sure.”
Isabella snorted and leaned forward. “It’s a lipstick and lip stain. And I know exactly where she needs to get that in town. I might be new, but I’ve already fallen in love with the cute shops.”
“Come with me. Tomorrow and tonight. Help.”
She blinked up at me, and I hadn’t even realized I had said the words. “You want me to help you and the girls with prom?”
“Yes. I really have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve been playing pretend all these years. And the girls want to meet you.”
It was a step. A step I hadn’t known I wanted, but it was out there, and there was no taking it back.
“Okay. I mean, I was a teenage girl, and I helped raise my sisters. I can do this.”
I swallowed hard. “Damn straight. Better than I can.”
“I don’t know about that. You’re doing a pretty good job from what I hear.”
I didn’t have an answer to that, so I kissed her softly and was grateful when the phone buzzed again with another prom emergency.
“I guess you really do need my help.”
That evening we collected everything we needed for the girls, and while I wanted her to sleep underneath my roof, or me sleep with her, that wasn’t the time.
The girls needed me, and frankly, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was supposed to do.
But the next afternoon Isabella showed up complete with snacks, sparkling cider, and a worried expression on her face.
“Okay, am I ready for this?” she asked, and I grinned.
“You’re doing damn good. Come on, let’s introduce you to the crew. It’s just the twins here for now. Their friends will be here later.”
“What about Lance?” she asked as I took everything from her. I leaned down and took her lips with mine. There was really no holding back. I moaned against her before she pulled away, her hands over her lips. “I have to look somewhat respectable,” she teased.
“Well, I don’t,” I said with a laugh. “And Lance is down in Denver. He’ll be up next weekend. He’s on a weird schedule right now.”
Nerves settled over her features and she nodded tightly. “Oh good. So it’s not everyone at once.”
“No it’s not. I guess it helps that I’ve met some of your family. But not all forty.”
“I do not have forty siblings. At least I don’t think so. Oh my God. What if Dad has like four other secret families out there and I do have forty siblings?”
Before I could say anything to that ridiculous and yet could be true question, voices came from upstairs as the twins moved forward.
“You’re here. You’re here.”
Sam and Sydney pushed me out of the way as if I hadn’t raised them for the past eight years and threw their arms around Isabella. I was glad that I had taken the food and drinks from her hands, or we could have had an accident.
“Oh. Hi.” Isabella met my gaze, and I shrugged, mouthing sorry.
“I’m so glad that you’re here. I mean, we can do each other’s hair and makeup, but Weston’s just not very good at it.
And we could have gone over to one of our friend’s houses and had their mom’s help, but we just wanted it to be family.
And well, we’re so glad you’re here. I’m Sydney by the way, and this is Sam.
Yes, we’re identical, but we’re totally different.
I play field hockey, and she plays soccer.
We want to hear all about Weston, and we can’t wait to hear every juicy detail you have.
He’s very secretive, and we just need all the details. ”
“And sometimes she lets me speak too. It’s very nice to meet you, Isabella,” Sam put in.
“Okay, why don’t we let her go, and then we’ll figure out what the hell we’re doing next.”
“You’re not supposed to curse,” Sydney teased.
“You curse more than I do. So shut the fuck up,” I said with a laugh, as Isabella just shook her head.
“It’s nice to meet you both. And while I didn’t play soccer, I did play field hockey. I hear you got a scholarship.”
“Weston told us you played field hockey,” Sam said with a smile. “It’s okay that you picked Sydney’s sport. I’ll win you over in other ways.”
They talked a mile a minute, taking Isabella away as if this had all been planned for months rather than a few hours.
And Isabella didn’t even look behind her in fear or need. Instead she fell right in with the girls, and I followed them, running around the house for whatever they needed.
And by the time their friends and boyfriends showed up, things felt normal. As if we had done this countless times.
I had no idea what to call Isabella, no idea how long she would stay, but in this moment, it felt right.
And that worried me. I saw the questioning looks from some of the other parents, and there would be those questions spoken aloud soon.
This was a small town after all, and Weston Caldwell bringing a woman to any form of social function was unheard of.
Let alone a Cage.
Let alone the fact that I wanted this to happen again.
Isabella met my gaze before going back to take photos of the twins, and I knew I was well and truly fucked.