3. Skylar
What an absolute nightmare of a day.
I stare up at the cracked and yellowed ceiling of my bedroom, feeling sorry for myself.
As if these Sunday brunches couldn’t get any worse, now I have to go to Beatrice’s every week knowing I’m going to see Cade but not be able to go near that tall, muscled, unbelievable body of his. It’s like an extra layer of torture has been added onto an already awful situation.
I barely even caught a glimpse of him today after suffering through more of my aunt’s chit-chat, but from the little I saw, he looked just as sexy as he did last week if not more.
He was wearing worn blue jeans with rips all over them. I could see his legs were tan too, which made me wonder if he sometimes worked in shorts or if he laid out like I do sometimes when it’s nice out and I want to do some drawing outside. But then I laughed to myself.
Cade? Laying out like some kind of Italian model drinking mimosas by the beach? Fat chance.
He probably just wears shorts when he’s working on his house, or maybe when he’s playing volleyball with the boys like Tom Cruise in Top Gun…
I’m getting turned on now picturing him without a shirt on, and that’s getting me super horny.
Lying in my bed, I slip my hand down into my sweats, remembering how strong and rough his hand felt when he held mine last week.
How would it feel now if he was rubbing me with it?
My heartrate quickens, and it suddenly feels hot in my room.
I pull back the top sheet and gulp down a breath as I picture Cade lying beside me, his enormous arms wrapped around me, one hand down my pants, touching me where it really counts…
“Skylar!”
A pounding at my door ruins the moment like a splash of cold water on my face. I quickly cover myself as my dad opens the door.
“Yeah, Dad!?”
“I’m hitting the sack. I’ve gotta get up early for work tomorrow.”
“Okay.” I smile awkwardly.
He turns to go, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but he stops and turns back and I go tense again.
“Say, isn’t it your first day at the parlor tomorrow?”
“Yup.” I nod. “First day of my apprenticeship.”
He smiles. I can see how proud he is. If he hadn’t just interrupted me having a very private moment to myself, I’d be able to appreciate it even more.
“Great job, puddin’.”
“Thanks, Pops.”
He closes the door behind him, and I’m able to relax again. I close my eyes and try to recapture the image of Cade that I had in my mind before I was interrupted. But I’m just not able to.
It’s one thing to have your private time disrupted by a car backfiring or a dog barking, but your dad walking in and almost catching you with your hand down your pants?
I’d never be able to look at him the same again.
I groan and roll over, and that’s when I hear another knocking, only this time it’s not from my door; it’s from my window.
My whole body freezes, and I instantly reach under my bed for my metal bat.
I’m this close to calling out for my daddy when I turn around and glance at the window to see Cade waving at me through the glass. And God does he look stunning.
“Cade!” I whisper, racing over and lifting it open for him. “What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?”
Before I can even react, he’s climbing into my bedroom like he owns the place.
“Oh, that wasn’t hard.” He grins as he lands on the floor. “I’m a private investigator in my spare time, didn’t I tell you?”
“Shhh! My dad’s in the other room!”
Cade smirks as he moves right in and pulls me into his arms.
My heart nearly stops beating as our bodies meet. He’s so muscled and strong. And then I feel it: a bulge between his legs pressing right up against where I was just touching myself.
“I couldn’t wait another week,” he whispers. His voice sounds so sexy when he’s speaking softly. It’s like somebody pouring warm honey in my ear. “It was bad enough I didn’t get to see you today at Beatrice’s.”
Here it comes again: that tingling sensation between my legs.
Is this really happening?
I swallow hard, looking up at him with what must be a puppy-dog look on my face. Cade seems to love it and looks back down at me with a fiery lust in his eyes that makes me feel like I’m the absolute center of the world. No man has ever looked at me like this before. Hell, no man has ever paid me this kind of attention before.
“Cade, I–”
He cuts me off with his lips, pressing them to mine, giving me my first kiss ever. It’s like a confetti bomb goes off in my brain, accompanied by the most incredible display of fireworks imaginable.
I’ll remember this moment for the rest of my life.
A moan hums in my throat, and I reach up and drape my arms loosely around his neck, which is thick and strong like the branch of a tree.
He’s all muscle. All man.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but he leads me with his lips like a man leads a woman in a dance, showing me how to kiss him back. He slips his tongue into my mouth, and things get hotter, steamier. My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree. Every inch of me is burning with desire beyond what I was feeling moments ago when I was thinking of him in bed.
But then his lips break away from mine, and it’s like a connection being severed. I open my eyes and look up into his. He’s staring down at me, half-smiling as he brushes a piece of hair from my face.
“I knew the moment I saw you, Sky.”
“What did you know?” I whimper back.
“I knew I had to have you. I had to make you mine.”
This is all too much for me.
What did I do to deserve this man? He should be dating models in Los Angeles, not sneaking into a trailer park girl’s window at night.
“You’re just running game,” I scoff, averting my eyes from his hypnotic gaze.
“No, I’m not,” he replies, framing my chin with his rough hand, lifting my eyes to his. “I would never lie to you, Sky. I’m putting my job at risk just being here.”
He makes a good point.
But I still can’t understand why a man as gorgeous as him would be here romancing me.
“So…does that mean you have some kind of mental deficiency?” I tease, running my finger across his chest. He laughs and snatches me by the wrist, pinning my arm behind my back.
“Oh, my brain is working just fine. And right now it’s telling me to take you outside where your dad can’t hear us.”
Yeah, my whole body nearly explodes with heat at that comment. I bite my lower lip and look up helplessly at him.
“Okay?”
I nod back.
“Good. Come on.”
He slips out the window first, then easily lifts me out like he was plucking his cat off the top of the pantry. I’ve never felt so wonderfully small and dainty in my life as he swings me in his arms and gently sets me down beside him.
“How much do you lift?” I ask him as I follow him to his truck where he’s parked it in the shadows by the trees.
“Good question,” he chuckles.
“What, you don’t know?”
“I’ve never been to the gym.”
“And you’ve got these biceps?” I ask, playfully squeezing his giant arm.
“Hey, you do hard labor since you’re fourteen and you’ll get biceps like this too.”
“You sound like my daddy–” He scoops me up into his arms, pulls open the door to his truck, and tosses me inside.
I turn over to look just as he’s crawling in on top of me, and my heartrate instantly skyrockets as he lays himself down over me.
Yet again he presses his lips against mine, and yet again I let him take the lead. I have no idea what I’m doing, and he’s just so naturally dominant that it feels like the right thing to do.
I can smell his sweat from the day as he kisses me, and I inhale it deeply, imbedding the scent in my lungs where it belongs.
It’s like a cologne made just for me that takes the scale of my lust to a whole new level.
He slips a hand up my shirt and cups my breast, and I let out a moan as his rough, callused skin brushes across my nipple. He lifts my shirt, exposing me fully.
“I knew it,” he mutters.
“Knew what?”
“That you had perfect tits under there.”
I start to smile as he takes one of my nipples into his lips and sucks it, causing my back to arch up off the seat.
“Oh my God!” I cry out. Cade wastes no time.
He slides a hand down my pants, just as I fantasized moments ago, and presses two fingers against my clit.
An overwhelming sensation sucks the air from my lungs, along with my ability to speak. I reach out for stabilization and find a door handle and some kind of tool he has fastened to the wall of his truck.
Goosebumps break out all over my skin as he caresses my sex. My vision starts to blur as wave after wave of pleasure pulses from between my thighs. He massages me with the utmost skill and care. Men who work with their hands for a living know what to do with them.
Just like my daddy…
Wow, what am I thinking right now?
My hips sway into his movements, matching his rhythm. I feel the oncoming rise of my climax and begin gasping for air as I reach out and snatch a handful of his hair.
“Look at me,” I beg.
He does. And my orgasm rocks me.
His eyes are just so astounding. For such a rugged man, there’s such beauty there. He stares back at me and keeps pressure on my clit while I’m coming, then slowly lets me down just right like he can read my mind.
I moan and let go of his hair. I’m sure I was hurting him, but he’s too manly to say anything.
“You look like a cute little hamster when you’re coming,” he remarks, reaching down with his other hand to unbuckle his pants.
“Hamster!?” I squeal, embarrassed.
His cock, hard as a rod of rebar, spills out and lands between my thighs. I may know nothing about men, but I know a huge dick when I see one, and Cade is hung like a horse. He pulls my panties aside and presses the tip of his manhood against my slit and starts pushing.
But I pull back.
He looks at me, and I see he’s thinking he did something wrong, so I quickly take his hand in mine.
“I’ve never done this before, Cade.” The expression on his face shifts, and my heart sinks. “I’m only eighteen. I don’t know how old you are, but I’m sure you’ve had a million girls, and if you don’t want to do this with me anymore, I totally get it, but I thought you should know.”
Cade just stares back at me for a moment, and a sense of dread fills me.
He’s going to laugh.
He’s going to bail.
But to my surprise, he leans in and kisses me delicately on the forehead, like my husband of twenty years.
“First, I’m twenty-nine. And second, are you joking?”
“J-joking?” I stammer. “No, I’m really a virgin–”
“And you think that make me not want you anymore?” Cade laughs and shakes his head. “Sky, that only makes me want you more.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He nods. “I would be the only man to ever have you, Sky. And that’s the biggest turn-on in the world.”
Oh God, I’m blushing again.
Not only is Cade so sexy, but he’s also beyond charming and makes me feel safe in a way that only one other man has ever made me feel: my daddy.
I reach between my legs and pull my sweats and panties down and spread my legs, but he stops me.
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Sky, if I’m going to take your virginity, it’s not going to be in the back of my dingy truck. It’s going to be somewhere nice, somewhere special.”
He gently pulls my panties back up and brushes my cheek with the back of his hand.
“You’re not just saying that to get out of this awkward situation, right?”
Cade smiles with his eyes, leans in, and gives me the most passionate kiss he’s given me all night. I’m so taken by it I could melt away happily into him and never come back. When he finally pulls away and looks back at me, I know he’s being completely truthful with me.
“There’s one thing you should know about me, Sky. And that’s that I would never lie to you.”