15. Cade
Your Man - Josh Turner
Sunshine: Are you at the airport yet?
Cade: Made it through security. I think the TSA agent wanted to cop a feel.
Sunshine: Can’t say I blame them. Can’t wait to see you!
Cade: Soon, baby. I’ll text you when we land.
A nticipation courses through my veins as the seconds tick by agonizingly slowly. We’re scheduled to touch down in Toronto in approximately 15 minutes and I can’t wait to hold my girl in my arms for the first time. My girl — it still doesn’t feel real.
I’m on the plane scrolling through our text conversations, trying to figure out the exact moment I started this free fall, but I can’t put my finger on it. I think it might have been when she called me Cowboy for the first time, or maybe it’s been slowly building from the moment I saw her face on the app.
This is it. I walk towards the baggage claim, looking around to see if I can spot Paige in the crowd of people milling about. I don’t see her yet so I reach for my phone intending to shoot off a quick text to let her know I’m here but before I can hit send, I spot a figure barreling through the crowd. She’s here.
A blur of soft curves and wild curls parts the crowd, heading straight for me. She’s wearing tight fitted dark blue jeans, and a cropped black v-neck tee that shows a hint of what’s hiding underneath. I’m practically salivating at the view.
I open my arms to catch her just as she crashes into my chest. She smells like vanilla with a hint of something flowery. I wrap her up in the tightest hug I can muster and inhale her scent doing my best to commit this moment to memory. She’s real.
“Hey Cowboy,” she whispers close to my ear. I pull back slightly and look into her beautiful chocolate eyes for a moment before my gaze drops to her soft, plush lips.
It’s now or never, Cade.
Before I can change my mind, she pushes up on her tiptoes and closes the distance between us. The kiss starts off soft, a slight graze of her lips on mine until I take control and claim her mouth with every bit of pent up longing. I promised her someday I would kiss her breathless, and I always keep my promises.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, getting lost in each other. When we finally break apart, we’re both a little breathless. She giggles, then intertwines our fingers before leading me over to the luggage carousel. This feels so right .
“How was your flight?” she asks, knocking into my shoulder with hers.
“Way too long.” I say, basking in every brush of her body against mine.
“I booked us a hotel. I wasn’t sure if you would want to stay with Mags, and I don’t really want to burden her when she has classes. We can get separate rooms if you want, or we can figure something else out. I’m only now realizing I probably should’ve asked first...” She’s adorable when she’s flustered.
“I think I can share a room with my future wife, Paige. I’m looking forward to some quality time together.” I say, infusing my words with a suggestive undertone as a deep blush spreads across her cheeks.
I can’t help but lift my hand and brush a stray curl away from her forehead. She’s even more beautiful in person. Up close, I can see the details of her face more clearly. Her eyes aren’t just brown, they’re deep and rich like polished mahogany, with a warmth that draws me in. A delicate trail of freckles dots a path across the bridge of her nose, highlighting the gentle contours of her soft features. She snorts, and I can’t help the smile that washes over my face.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Oh nothing, just the one bed trope.”
“The what now?”
“You know, like in a romance novel when the main characters get to the inn or the hotel and there’s only one bed so they have to pretend like they don’t want to bone, and inevitably end up wrapped around each other by morning.”
“Let me be perfectly clear,” I lean over so only she can hear my next words clearly over the gather crowd of passengers, “I have no intention of pretending I don't want to, how did you put it… bone my super hot fiancée. I plan to be wrapped up in you as much as possible for the next 48 hours.”
I pull back and watch her eyes darken with need. “Get used to it, Sunshine.” I lay a firm smack on her round ass before I approach the carousel and grab my suitcase.
The drive from the airport is agonizingly long. An hour later, our Uber finally pulls up to an extravagant beachfront hotel. I don’t know what Paige has planned, but I hope we don’t have to leave our room any time soon.
She gives our information at the check-in counter before we head over to the elevator, hand in hand. The ride up to the 5th floor is quiet, and the atmosphere is filled with need. As the doors slide open, Paige takes off like a shot, not wasting any time finding our room. She places the keycard on the censor but the door doesn’t open.
“Shit,” she tries again, but her hand is shaking.
“Here, let me try.” I take the keycard from her hand as our fingers brush and an electric charge shoots up my arm. It doesn’t take long to get the door open and as soon as we’re on the other side, our bodies collide like two people starving for each other — and I suppose we are.
“Wait,” she says, pulling out of my hold. “I have something for you.”
I don’t have time to ask any questions as she stalks over to her suitcase, pulls something out, and comes back to stand in front of me with her hand behind her back. I stare into her eyes, mischief lining her irises, when she places something on my head; but not just any “something”, a cowboy hat .
Paige
I had no intention of giving him the cowboy hat this soon, but things were getting hot and heavy and I’m terrified. We’ve obviously seen each other naked, but it feels so different being this close, and I’m self-conscious about my body. Cade has never given me the impression that he’s disappointed in what he sees. In fact, he often makes me feel beautiful and desired, but it’s hard to undo almost 23 years of internalized fat phobia.
“What do you think? Does it suit me?”
I look up at the man who has carefully carved out a spot in my heart, belonging only to him, and I see nothing but affection in his eyes. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the gold flecks in his irises that I hadn’t noticed until now. He’s devastatingly handsome. His chestnut brown eyes are deep and expressive with the tiniest hint of crow’s feet when he smiles, framed by long lashes that intensify his gaze. His lips are plush and full, effortlessly curving into a charming smile that radiates tenderness with a hint of mischief as I study his features.
I lay my hand along his jaw, feeling the rough texture of his stubble against my palm. My touch is tender, thumb lightly brushing over his bottom lip. Our gaze connects, making me feel exposed. I step back, then steel myself to take the next step. I lift the hem of my t-shirt and stand there, dressed only in my jeans, breasts spilling over the top of my bra as I heave out a stuttered breath.
Cade takes the hat off his head and places it on mine. Does he know about the cowboy hat rule? Surely not. Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.
“Damn, baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes.” And then he’s on me. All hands and teeth and tongues. I feel his palms skate over my hips to the place where my ass and thighs meet, and then I’m hoisted up his torso until my legs are wrapped around his waist, the cowboy hat tumbling to the ground as we get lost in each other.
“Cade, put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I can handle it.” He takes a few steps into the room and sits on the edge of the King size bed as I’m straddling his hips. “Now ride your cowboy, baby. Those are the rules, after all.” He gives me a look, telling me everything I need to know. He read the book .
I’m momentarily breathless until he grabs my hips and grinds my core down on his impressive erection — he’s huge — and it feels too good. I could come just like this. He sinks his teeth into the spot where my shoulder meets my neck and I can’t contain the moan that escapes my throat. He smells like sex and sandalwood and I want to bathe in it. His tongue glides along the mark he left with his teeth, soothing the sting.
Cade drags my bra down to expose my nipples and suddenly his mouth is on me. This is heaven. “Cade, I need…”
“Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I say, but it comes out as a moan.
“You need me to fill you up, baby?” Holy mother of god, this man and his dirty mouth. We love a ‘talk you through it’ man.
“Yes.” I all but scream.
Suddenly I’m flipped onto the bed and Cade is on top of me, laying kisses all over my exposed skin. His hands make their way to the buttons on my jeans and they’re quickly ripped off my body along with my thong. Something like a growl comes out of his mouth and then his shoulders are between my thighs.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says.
“Cade, what are you —”
He cuts me off, “I need to taste you.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond and I’m grateful because I don't think I could form words even if I wanted to. He laps at my pussy like a man starved, and I’m the only thing on the menu. He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue and it’s not enough. I arch my back, giving him better access before threading my fingers through his hair. “That’s it. Take what you need.”
He runs 2 fingers down my core before circling my entrance, plunging them into me in one swift motion, then curling them upwards, hitting my g-spot; I almost come apart right then and there.
“Goddamn. You feel so good squeezing my fingers, baby.”
Death by cowboy with a filthy mouth. RIP me. He grazes his teeth across my clit and I can’t contain my moans; it feels too good. I come on a cry, but he doesn’t slow his pace. His fingers continue stroking my walls while his tongue laps at my pussy.
“Cade, I can’t. It’s too much.”
“One more, baby. Give me one more and then I’ll give you what you really want.” My toes curl as I let out a strangled cry and come undone. I’m boneless.
I feel him smile and place a kiss on my thigh before he lays down beside me, face glistening with my release. He cups my cheek in his hand and places a soft kiss on my lips. I increase the pressure and open my mouth to allow his tongue to enter; the taste of my release mingling with something that’s all Cade, and it’s hot as fuck.
I reach my hand between us where I can feel his rock hard cock straining against his wranglers. I lift myself onto shaky knees and start to unbutton his jeans. Pulling them down along with his navy blue boxer briefs, I watch as his cock springs free with pre-cum glistening at his tip. I reach out and wrap my fist around his length, leaning over to take the swollen head into my mouth, tasting his salty, sweet flavor. I circle my tongue around his shaft before taking him to the back of my throat. I gag but I’m nothing if not determined, so I do it again, the motion coming easier this time.
“Fuuuuck. Baby, if you keep it up, this is going to be over before we even get started.”
I lift my head, giving him a wicked grin, intending to make him see stars, but he quickly raises himself onto his knees, lifts his navy blue henley over his head, then flips me onto all fours. Sometime in our textual flirtation, I let slip that this position was my favorite. I ca n feel his legs on either side of my hips and I’m internally begging for what comes next.
“Shit. Condom,” he mutters, before reaching into the pocket of his jeans and rolling the condom down his length.
“Cade…” What is he waiting for?
“Beg for it, baby.”
“Please.” I moan
“Please what?”
“God. Please fuck me.”
“Good girl.”
Shit, do I have a praise kink? I didn’t know those words could elicit such a strong response from my body, but I’m absolutely soaked. He enters me in one swift thrust, and I feel my breath hitch.
“Breathe, Sunshine. I don’t want you passing out before I’m done with this sexy ass.” He groans and I feel a stinging crack across my left ass cheek.
Did he just spank me? Did I like it?
“Move, please,” I shamelessly beg. So close to the edge again.
He doesn’t hesitate as he thrusts into me, his hips hitting my ass as he bottoms out over and over.
“Harder,” I plead.
“Shit, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock. You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I’m dangling on the precipice; one little push and I’ll fall over the edge. I reach my hand between my thighs to circle my clit with my fingers.
“That’s my girl. Get yourself there. I’m right behind you.”
“Oh fuck. Cade,” I cry out his name as my body convulses and my release wracks my body, stars dancing across my vision. Cade growls out his own orgasm a second later and we collapse into the heap of pillows on a sigh. He pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead tenderly. We lay like that for a while — minutes, hours, it d oesn’t matter. Nothing has ever felt so right.
“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my fucking life, Cowboy. I think I’m set for life.”
“I guess my work here is done,” he says as he starts to rise from the bed.
“No no no, come back!” I plead, tugging on his arm. He cages my head between his forearms, taking my mouth in a hungry kiss. When he lifts his head, our eyes meet, and it steals my breath. He gently pushes a stray curl behind my ear before placing a soft kiss against my cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers softly, retreating to the bathroom. Less than a minute later, he comes back with a warm washcloth, taking care to gently wipe between my thighs. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m good. Come here, Cowboy.”
He tosses the rag towards the bathroom then crawls back into bed beside me, laying his head on my soft belly. I take the opportunity to play with his thick hair, soaking in every intake of his breath against my skin. This feels like it was written in the stars and we’ve been helpless to fight against it all along. His hand languidly strokes over my hip, towards my knee, every touch like an unspoken promise. “I almost can’t believe you’re real,” he murmurs.