10 | Addison
Stroking my finger down Skye’s face, I watch her doze off to sleep. She’s so god damned beautiful, everything about her is perfect. Her little lips suck on her pacifier as she grips her teddy for dear life. Her breathing is steady, and I can’t help but stand there a little longer, watching her, thankful for the precious gift that has been given to me.
Her life will never be what mine was.
I promised her that the day she was born.
Once she’s off to sleep, I turn and leave the room, closing the door just a little. Then I pick up everything from the night. Having one baby is work, with the dinner and baths, the reading and playing. I don’t know how people do it with two or more. They’re heroes, no doubt about it. Once I’ve finished cleaning up, I glance down the hall. Cade hasn’t spoken to me, not once since we got home.
He smiled for Skye, played with her, kissed her little cheeks, but then he was gone the moment I took her for a bath. He ate dinner alone, and now I can hear the shower running. He’s angry at me, and I understand it, but at the same time I have equal rights to be pissed with him. We’ve both made a lot of mistakes in the last few weeks, but I promised myself tonight I’d put myself back into the position I promised. An old lady and a mother.
Even if it kills me to accept that I might have to let this business with Clara go.
Exhaling, I walk down the hall and open the bathroom door, stepping in. The entire place is filled with steam, and I can see Cade’s silhouette behind the cloudy glass. This could go very bad for me, but I’m going to risk it anyway. Reaching for my clothes, I strip down until I’m naked, and then I let my long, dark hair out and open the shower door.
Cade turns, his green eyes no longer angry, but a little tired. His eyes drop to my breasts, then lower down to my naked pussy before he meets my gaze. He doesn’t say a single word, but he doesn’t have me get out, so I’ll take that as a win. Stepping in, I close the door behind me, holding his eyes as I reach out, running my finger down the gap between his pecs. I flatten my hand out on his hot skin, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles as I push myself closer.
“I’ll let it go,” I say to him, my voice soft. “Because, regardless, of what you think, you and Skye mean more to me than anything else.”
Taking my wrist, he pulls me closer and then pushes my hand down to his cock, which is slowly hardening. Water cascades down his body as I curl my fingers around his thick length, squeezing and releasing, until it’s firm in my palm. I don’t want to talk; I don’t want to do anything but feel him inside me. Releasing his dick, I turn and put my back to him before leaning down to touch my toes, exposing my ass.
He growls, raw and primal, as his hand runs down my spine and over my bottom. Circling my entrance, he slips his hand down farther, coating his finger in my arousal before coming back up and carefully slipping into my bottom. Gasping, I press a hand to the wall as he carefully stretches me with his finger, before moving closer until his cock is pressing against my pussy.
Then, he’s inside me, stretching me wide, filling me in both areas. My pussy is snug around his cock and my bottom clenches around his finger. His free hand grips my ass cheek as he begins to fuck me like a wild animal. His thrusts aren’t gentle, and he’s not making it sweet. He’s fucking me with all the pent-up rage he’s been feeling in the last few weeks. He fucks me until I’m screaming so loud my voice cracks and my throat burns.
He makes it hurt, and yet, at the same time, the pleasure is out of this world.
When I come, I do it with a wild bellow, my hands slipping from beneath me. His finger is no longer inside me, and instead he hooks his arm beneath me, holding me up as he finishes what he started, exploding into me with a ragged growl. Only then does he let me slide down to the ground where I land on my hands and knees, panting, sore, and completely satisfied.
When Cade fucks, he doesn’t mess around.
It also means he’s really fucking angry.
Pushing to my feet, I turn to face him, and he reaches over, grabbing my chin and pulling me close. “I’ll say it once, and I won’t say it again. When I tell you not to do somethin’, Addison, you do not fuckin’ do it. You made a fool of me in front of my club, you took away any control I had, and you made me look weak. You do it again, I’ll walk out that door and never fuckin’ look back.”
With that, he releases me and exits the shower, leaving me standing, heartbroken, ashamed and hurt, but mostly, he put me right back in my place.
A place I shouldn’t have forgotten to begin with.
~*~*~*~*~
“HE BASICALLY HATES me,” I say, staring over at the pool table where all the guys are playing pool at one of our monthly cookouts.
Ciara rocks Mercedes in the stroller as Danny runs around with his firetruck, completely crazy. Janine stands beside Serenity as their two little ones play on the floor and Cade has Skye with him, handing her to Spike every time it’s his turn.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Serenity says, glancing at Cade. “He’s a biker. They get all broody and stuff. You know how it is. There was once where Jackson actually considered shooting me.”
I stare at her. “You betrayed the club; it was a little different. I was only trying to find his family member.”
Serenity laughs. “Well, when you put it like that.”
“He’ll get over it, honey. He’s just pissed that you went behind his back. I mean, it’s understandable ...” Ciara points out, then gives me a sympathetic smile.
“I know, but it’s his sister. His own flesh and blood. He told me she chose her boyfriend and so he wiped his hands of her, but it seems like that isn’t a good enough reason to sleep each night knowing she could be out there being someone’s damn slave,” I huff, crossing my arms, frustrated.
“I get what you’re saying,” Janine agrees. “I don’t think I could let it go.”
“See,” I say, waving my hand. “Someone understands. I promised him I wouldn’t look into it anymore, but damn, it’s not easy. How can he just be okay with her being out there?”
Ciara purses her lips. “I mean, it is a little bit shitty. I will admit. Not even trying to see if she’s okay.”
Exactly.
“Can you still look into it without getting yourself into trouble?” Serenity questions.
I shake my head. “I promised him. He means more to me than this, even if it’s the hardest fucking promise I’ve had to make.”
“Give him time, I think he’ll come around. You’ve planted the idea in his head, maybe leave information you have got lying around and he might just get some interest. If you can get him working with you, or better yet, the club, it would be so much better.”
That’s not a bad idea.
“You’re a secret genius, Serenity. I’m going to do that. Surely he can’t just go back to being okay with not knowing ... right?”
Ciara shrugs. “I don’t know, he’s gone this long ...”
She’s right, he has, which is why I need to give him reason to want to keep searching. A new plan forms in my head. If I can’t do it alone, I’ll just have to get him to agree to do it with me. It won’t be easy, but I think I can do it. If I dangle the right bait, he won’t be able to help himself.
At least, that’s what I hope will happen.
Either that or we’ll end up hating each other.
That can’t happen ... right?
Right?