8. Caden
8
CADEN
Staying at Ruby’s house is a fucking stupid idea.
We both know it.
The sexual tension and desire that’s swirled between us since day one has been a silent secret the two of us have kept. The only way we survive it is to pretend we hate each other and do everything we can to keep our distance from one another.
It’s worked for months.
Until Ruby started working on the garden beside the gym.
Nothing has been the same since.
My desire to claim her for my own has only increased ten-fold this past week. The stupidest thing I could do right now is stay in the same fucking house overnight with only a dog as our chaperone.
If I was trying to fool myself into thinking this was purely physical between us, tonight proved that it is anything but. The second the fire engine pulled up to her house, I nearly died from the fear of losing her. I never should have gone back to my booth without her.
Ruby is a strong fucking woman, but I refuse to leave her unprotected until that psychopath is arrested. Until I know he won’t start the fucking house on fire and put her life in any more danger than he already has.
I leave my truck in her driveway, risking the wrath of small town gossip reaching Marshall before I’ve had a chance to explain any of this. But if that jackass pyromaniac comes back tonight, I want it known Ruby is not home alone.
“Caden, you really don’t have to do this,” Ruby says, opening the front door wider to invite me in. She’s wrapped in a blanket, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s wearing beneath it. I should rein in my thoughts, but I just don’t give a damn right now. I’m too fucking relieved she’s okay to care about keeping my guard up.
A sleepy Gram greets me, waiting for a head scratch and a treat before retreating to his bed in the living room. Was she going to sleep on the damn couch tonight?
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask, my question just as much a challenge as it is about requesting permission.
“No.”
“Good. I wasn’t going to anyway,” I say, meaning to tease her. But the seriousness of what I’m saying hangs between us.
We lock eyes for several heated seconds, the tension in the room growing thicker with each heavy breath. The desire between us is stronger than it’s ever been, heightened by the most recent event. “We shouldn’t,” I say in a gruff whisper.
“But what if we did?” she asks, licking her lips. “Just for tonight?”
“Ruby—”
“I could use the distraction right now.” The admission only further fuels my anger toward the jackass who threatened her life, but it also breaks down the fortified wall I’ve kept up around her. “Maybe we’d finally get each other out of our systems that way. Before Marshall gets back. No one has to know.”
Tonight will never be enough. But it’s a place to start until she’s ready to admit there’s more between us. “What are you saying?”
She lets the blanket fall away, revealing a skimpy pajama set. Her pebbled nipples poke right through the thin fabric of her pink tank top, the sight hardening my dick instantly. “I’m saying I want you to fuck me, Caden.”
Any sense I had left is gone in a flash with her request. There’s no question. Oh no, it’s a complete fucking certainty that we both want this.
It’s permission to finally take it.
The magnetic pull we’ve been fighting all these months finally wins, and our bodies crash together. Our lips fuse as I scoop her up by the ass, desperate to taste her kiss. So fucking thankful she’s alive and okay. She wraps her legs around my waist, instantly grinding against my straining cock as I shove her up against the front door. Her greedy fingers find purchase on the side of my neck, and I nearly come apart at her touch.
“Caden,” she moans as I slide a hand up her thin, loose pajama top and tease the swell of her breast with my fingertips. The soft touch a direct contrast to the otherwise hungry and desperate frenzy between us.
“I’ve been dreaming about these tits for a long fucking time,” I say in a low growl, lifting her shirt to reveal them to me. “Fuck.”
“Maybe we should go upstairs,” she says in a pant.
“Maybe,” I murmur against the nipple I take into my mouth.
“Or you could fuck me against the door first,” she says, her voice raspy.
“Tempting,” I admit, already envisioning pummeling into her sweet pussy until I drain my cock inside her. I push away all thoughts that we might only have this weekend and instead focus on fulfilling her request to distract her with pleasure. “But I have something else in mind.”
“Oh?”
I set her back on her feet, pull off her top, and turn her around with my hands on her hips. “Put your hands on the door,” I demand in a low whisper against her ear.
“I didn’t know firefighters did any frisking,” she teases.
“Only when it’s necessary,” I say, tugging on her ear lobe with my teeth as my fingers tease the waist band of her soft pajama shorts. Shorts so short they may as well be underwear.
“It might be right now,” she pants.
“Oh?” I dip a hand into her shorts, discovering there are no panties. “Are you hiding something in that wet pussy of yours?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Slowly, I slide a finger down through her wet folds. “Christ,” I mutter. “You’re so fucking wet .”
“Then do something about it,” she says, her voice raspy between soft moans.
I mean to take my time. To enjoy her pussy. But dammit, I’ve wanted this woman for way too long. And after the scare tonight, urgency wins. “How do you feel about rapid-fire orgasms tonight, babe?”
“Did you say orgasms? With an s ?”
I chuckle low against her neck, my lips pressed against her soft skin. “You have a problem with that?”
“No. I just never?—”
Just another fucking thing her worthless ex was no good for. And another way I’ll ruin her for any other man. There won’t be any other men. “If you need me to stop or slow down, Ruby, you have to tell me.”
“Stop? Why would I tell you to stop?”
“Remember you said that, babe.” On the last word, I slide my middle finger into her sopping wet channel. Ruby cries out, her hands still against the door but her fingers curl as if scrambling for purchase as I show her no mercy.
I rub my palm roughly against her clit as I slide another finger inside her.
“Oh my god, Caden !”
Within a few rugged strokes angled just right, she comes apart violently. As though she’d been holding that orgasm in for days, maybe weeks. I don’t let up with my hand as she rides the wave, crying out in octaves that seem to concern Gram. But thankfully he doesn’t move from his perch in the living room.
Before Ruby has fully come down from her first orgasm, I strip her of her shorts. I spin her around and kneel in front of her. “Press your back against the door,” I instruct half a second before fusing my mouth to her pussy. Drinking in every drop of her first explosion and preparing to cause a second.
“Caden,” she pants.
“Too much?” I ask, allowing the words to vibrate against her sensitive bud. She jerks, but she doesn’t fight me. She pushes her pussy harder against my eager mouth.
“No,” she says on a laugh, her eyes flashing to mine and revealing a wicked gleam. “I want more.”