17. Cade
Hot to Go! - Chappell Roa n
H oly shit. My brain feels like it’s short-circuiting, unable to form coherent thoughts as I watch my girl lean into the mirror, meticulously checking her appearance before we meet up with her friends at the bar.
“Do I look ok?” she asks as she tugs on her bottom lip with her teeth. She looks stunning in a deep red sweater dress and black chunky heeled shoes with a strap around her ankle. Her hair is down in loose waves that skate over her shoulders with a dainty silk bow sweeping the front strands away from her face. I notice her signature red lipstick and I can’t help but imagine those lips wrapped around my cock later tonight.
“You look breathtaking, baby.” I slowly glide my hands across her ribs and lean down to place a kiss along her collarbone, feeling her body shiver ever so slightly. I love how my kisses affect her.
“On second thought, maybe we should stay in. ”
She turns and playfully swats at my chest, “Come on, Cowboy, we better get going.”
Paige
Cade’s predatory stare sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel my cheeks flush with heat. He’s looking at me like I’m his next meal, and fuck do I want that. But we don’t have time.
I tug on his hand before both of us get carried away; we have to make it out of this hotel room or my friends are going to start asking way too many questions.
We arrive at the Loose Moose in time to see Mags, Bristol, Kevin, and Jaz sliding into a row of high top tables. The bar is all rustic charm, and the atmosphere is casual, but my nerves have me feeling anything but. I’m momentarily lost in my thoughts when I see a blur that looks something like my best friend barreling in my direction.
“Sweetie darling, you’re here!” she shouts — I think someone has been pre-gaming.
“Hey Mags. This is —”
“Holy shit, Paige. Is that a ring? Way to bury the lead!” Jaz grabs my hand and inspects my new jewelry. I can feel my cheeks getting hot and my heart rate is speeding up. I decide to bypass the question in favor of introductions.
“Cade, this is Mags — you’ve already kind of met.” She’s a hugger so I’m not surprised when she all but throws herself at my fiancé and whispers something in his ear. I need to remember to ask Cade what she said when we have a minute alone.
I hop onto one of the chairs, and gesture to my other friends making a quick introduction. They all smile and wave at Cade from across the table as he slides the chair next to mine slightly closer, resting his arm around my shoulders before placing a chaste kiss on my cheek .
“So, Paige, are you going to tell us about the giant rock on your finger?” Jaz asks with a hint of amusement in her voice. I know she’s dying to give me shit for not telling anybody sooner.
Before I can answer her question, the server arrives at our table. We order a round of drinks and I can't resist when I notice there’s poutine on the menu — time to give Cade the uniquely Canadian experience of fries, gravy, and cheese curds. As soon as the server leaves with our orders, I can tell my reprieve was short-lived.
“Sooo… Surprise! We’re engaged.” I pause and narrow my eyes at my friends. “You fuckers already knew, didn’t you?”
Kevin is the first to concede, “Of course we did. Did you think Cade wouldn’t have any help planning your birthday, Pip?”
I glance around the table at the shit-eating grins on the faces of the people I love taking particular note of the sheepish look on Cade’s face before Kevin continues speaking. “Mags started a group chat,” he says, placing the blame squarely on the shoulders of my best friend.
I shouldn’t be surprised. Leave is to Mags and Cade to join forces behind my back and pull off the best birthday I’ve ever had. There is no question that Cade took the initiative and reached out first, and that alone makes me fall just a little bit harder. If I’m not careful with my heart, he’s going to hold its entirety in his hands sooner rather than later.
Cade squeezes my shoulder, snapping me out of my daydreams. I look up into his brown eyes and a wave of something I can’t quite describe rushes though me as our lips meet in an all-consuming kiss.
It’s Bristol who takes the initiative, interrupting our moment. “Ok, lovebirds. That’s enough of that. Time for a round of shots to celebrate!” The entire table hoots and hollers causing a cascade of cheers fr om around the room before Jaz saunters off to the bar.
The pressure of announcing our engagement to my closest friends has floated off into the ether as our drinks are placed in front of us. and Jaz returns with 5 shot glasses filled with bright pink liquid.
“Bottoms up!” she says.
We all raise our glasses and throw back our shots. My eyes go wide as the liquor slides down my throat. “What the hell was that?”
“That, my friend, was a pink pussy. I’m sure Cade is intimately familiar,” Jaz jokes and my face turns bright red. I haven’t had enough to drink for that kind of innuendo.
I’m not a prude, but hearing a reference to Cade’s head between my legs has me rubbing my thighs together, thinking about what we were doing less than 24 hours ago. Cade takes notice and slides his hand up my thigh under my dress.
“What’s wrong, Sunshine?”
He leans into me, his lips brushing over my ear. I can see the utter joy in his eyes as he slides his hand even higher.
I turn to face him, keeping my voice low. “Easy, Cowboy. I don’t think you understand the things I’ve been known to do in an alleyway, and I have no compunction about dragging you outside.”
I must not be able to regulate my volume very well because Jaz gives me a knowing look and snorts into her beer, nearly choking on the drink.
“Please tell me you told him the full story,” she says.
I haven’t, but I don’t think now is the right time to be bringing up that particular evening, so I give her a look, pleading for her to change the subject. As one third of the people involved, Jaz is intimately familiar with the details. Luckily, she understands my silent plea, and the conversation turns to much safer topics as another round of drinks is placed on our table.
At some point in the night, a giant slice of cake appears in front of me and the entire bar sings an off-beat rendition of happy birthday, but it doesn't matter because I’m already way past tipsy and feeling lighter than a feather. I’m not even sure if the fork can find my mouth at this point.
Cade must sense my distress because he picks it up for me and slips a bite of the decadent chocolate creation past my lips. I close my eyes and moan as the flavors collide on my tongue. Cade’s eyes darken for a moment as he swipes his thumb across my bottom lip, then captures my mouth in a slow, delicious kiss, the flavors of the cake and something all Cade combining to form something entirely too addictive.
As our kiss deepens, a loud, obnoxious voice cuts through the sound of clinking glasses and distant laughter.
“Dude, are you a chubby chaser?”
The comment is followed by a few snickers from a nearby table.
I feel my heart sink, pulling back from Cade, my eyes widening with hurt. Cade’s expression instantly shifts from adoration to fierce protectiveness.
“What the fuck did you just say?!”
It’s not the first time someone has made a disparaging remark about my body, but it is the first time Cade has had to bear witness to it. I place my hand on Cade’s arm, hoping he can read my expression and let it go.
“Babe,” I whisper, “It’s okay.”
Something like tenderness takes over his face as he pulls me into his chest for a soul-crushing hug. Tears are threatening to spill when Cade rests his cheek on my head and whispers, “you’re perfect.”
The dam breaks and I choke back a sob — it’s no secret that I can get emotional when I’ve been drinking. Logically, I know what that man said has li ttle to do with me and everything to do with the kind of person he is, but rational Paige isn’t in the room right now.
The person I’ve grown into — the one who knows she’s beautiful — is too caught up in the what ifs, thinking about how this interaction has cast a dark cloud over what had been such a perfect day.
We stand quietly for a minute, wrapped up in his warmth, until I feel a tug on my arm as Mags breaks our embrace, leading me towards the bathroom. I glance back at Cade, who gestures for me to follow Mags. We enter the restroom and she hands me a wad of tissues to fix the mascara staining my cheeks.
“Don’t you dare let that piece of shit ruin your day,” she scolds. “There’s a hunk of a man out there who absolutely adores you; what some drunk asshole thinks of you doesn’t fucking matter. It’s your birthday and you are surrounded by people who love you, so you’re going to hold your head high and walk back out there to your fiancé.”
Does Cade love me?
An overwhelming amount of love for my best friend washes over me as I crush her in the biggest hug I can muster.
“Thanks, Mags. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Luckily, you’ll never have to find out. Now let’s get your sexy ass back out there. I need another shot.”
I feel a wave of gratitude for my best friend as we head back out to our table with zero fanfare and I take my seat next to Cade, who places his arm back around my shoulders.
“Hey, I ordered you another drink.”
“Thank you,” I say on a sigh. “Sorry about that. I get emotional when I drink,” I say, attempting to lighten the mood.
I keep my gaze trained on the table in front of me, unable to look him in the eyes, the insult from earlier echoing in my mind. I don’t want to see pi ty in his face, and I don’t want him to see the vulnerability in mine.
“Paige. Talk to me, please.” His voice is soft and reassuring as he tilts my face to meet his gaze.
I hesitate, the words laying heavy on my tongue. “When someone comments on my body, it’s a reminder of all the times I’ve been made to feel unworthy of love.”
Cade is listening intently, allowing me to collect my thoughts before I continue.
“I know I’m beautiful, and I’ve learned to celebrate my body for what it allows me to do. But the world is cruel and unkind to people who exist in larger bodies. They make us feel invisible, or worse, like we shouldn’t take up space. It’s taken a lot of self-reflection to love myself, but comments like that pull me back to a time when I didn’t. It took years to overcome my insecurities and honestly, I still have bad body days.” My voice cracks, tears welling in my eyes. It’s not easy for me to let someone see my weakness.
Cade reaches out and gently tucks an errant curl behind my ear, his touch feather-light. “Paige, you’re not invisible to me. You never have been. I see you, all of you, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
His words wrap around me like a warm embrace. Reaching out, I take Cade’s hand in mine. His touch is gentle but firm, his palm dwarfing my much smaller hand. Leaning in to press my head against his chest, I feel his steady heartbeat against my cheek. For the first time in a very long time, I feel a sense of peace wash over me.
Cade
I wanted to pummel my fist into the face of the asshole who dared to hurt my woman, but the look on her face told me she needed me more than he needed a fist to the face .
The rest of the evening passes without incident and a makeshift dance floor is erected in the middle of the bar. A slow song plays over the speakers, and I can’t help but pull her to me as we sway to the melody. I whisper the words into her ear as she rests her head on my shoulder. I’m irrevocably falling for her; I might be halfway there already.
She runs her fingers through my hair and presses her lips to my collarbone, and suddenly a wash of heat overtakes my body. If we don’t get back to the hotel soon, I’m going to take her right here in the middle of the dance floor; public indecency be damned.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, we’re going to have a very serious problem.”
I hear Paige giggle into my shoulder before she intertwines our fingers and leads me back to the table where we say our goodbyes to her friends and she gives each one a big hug and a thank you.
Our Uber is waiting for us on the curb when we walk outside. I help Paige into the passenger seat and slide in beside her. I lean forward in my seat, locking eyes with the driver in the rearview mirror, letting him know there’s an extra tip for him if he can get us back faster. My dick has been rock hard for the last hour, and I need to get this girl naked asap. Our driver laughs and heads out into the dark streets of downtown Toronto.
Paige’s hand finds my thigh, and I almost combust on the spot. I slide my palm over hers to keep her hand from roaming. I want nothing more than to feel her fist wrapped around my cock, but I’d like to wait until we’re alone, at least. Although I do recall Paige making mention of an incident in an alleyway, and I make a ment al note to ask her about it tomorrow.
We arrive at the hotel in record time and I hand the driver an additional $20 before we rush into the lobby in a frenzy. Paige slams her finger into the elevator call button in quick succession.
“Eager to get somewhere, Sunshine?”
“I want you, Cade,” she whines. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. Before I even have time to think, Paige yanks on my arm dragging me into the enclosed space, slamming her finger into the button for our floor before she starts to remove her coat.
She slides the fabric down her arms to pool on the floor as I impatiently watch the numbers climb. After what feels like an excruciatingly long time, the elevator stops on the 5th floor, and Paige exits first while I bend down to pick up her discarded clothing.
When I look up, she's halfway down the hallway with her shoes strewn across the floor. I follow behind, picking up the breadcrumbs of my sexy as fuck fiancée along the way. If we don’t get to our room soon, she’s going to be naked in full view of the hotel cameras.
I’m momentarily distracted by her round ass bouncing underneath her dress, so I don’t notice when she reaches our room and holds out her hand for the key card. She has a scowl on her face when I finally sidle up beside her, fumbling in my pocket for the key, then lead us into our room.
As soon as the door closes behind us, she’s on me like a shot. Before I know what’s happening, Paige is lifting my t-shirt over my head and unbuttoning my jeans in quick succession. She gestures for me to step out of my pants, then tugs on my arms, leading me to the foot of our bed where she pushes me down into a seated position.
I’ll allow her to take the lead for now because I know how much she craves control, but m y girl is going to learn that I never back down from a challenge. I take her face in my hands and plant a hot as fuck kiss on her mouth. Paige takes over the kiss, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and I melt into her. She tastes like sex and sin and it’s my favorite new addiction.
“Baby, slow down.” I manage to get the words out, but she shows no sign of stopping. Before I can protest further, Paige sinks onto her knees in front of me and takes hold of the band of my boxer briefs, sliding the fabric down my legs as my rock hard erection springs free. Looking down at my girl on her knees for me, I feel a surge of electricity overtake my whole body. Her hand grips the base of my cock and my eyes shutter closed. I inhale a sharp breath as Paige wraps her lips around me, swirling her tongue around the crown. It’s nothing short of a miracle when I don’t come down her throat as she takes my entire length into her mouth, running her tongue across the vein along the underside from root to tip.
“Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
She looks up at me through her lashes as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat. I gather her hair in my fist as I fuck her mouth in earnest.
“Good girl, look how fucking beautiful you are taking my cock.”
I groan out my satisfaction and pump once, twice, three more times before I pull her off my dick. I’m not ready for this to be over yet. It’s time for me to take back control of this situation.
“On the bed,” I growl.
She wastes no time following my command as she lays on her back in the middle of the bed. Paige lifts her knees so her feet are planted flat on the mattress while her fingers circle her nipples. This might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed, second only to my girl on her knees for me. She’s quickly topping the list of my all time favorite things. My heated gaze lands on the apex of her thighs as she parts her legs further, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her wet pussy.
“Is this all for me?” I ask as I approach the bed and slide a finger through her wetness, my other hand tightly fisted around my cock.
“Yes,” she says, but it comes out breathy like she can’t seem to get a firm grip on the words.
“Tell me what you need, Paige.”
“God, Cade, I need you. I need you inside me.”
I reach out and slide 2 fingers into her tight heat. She’s drenched and I can feel her gripping my fingers as I stroke her in a come hither motion.
“Is this what you need, Paige?”
She shakes her head and glances down at my hand, languidly stroking my rock hard length.
“Do you need my cock, baby?”
She nods out a frantic yes, and I pull my hand away from her pussy. The bed shifts as I kneel between her spread thighs and take her mouth in a rough kiss. I can feel my cock resting on her soft belly and I decide I need to see her body painted in my cum.
I break our kiss and run my hands over her beautiful tits, tweaking her nipples before I slide my hands around her thighs, spreading her open wider before lining myself up at her entrance. She’s more than ready to take me, so I almost plunge forward until I realize I almost forgot to grab a condom.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask.
“Yes, Cade, please. I want to feel you.” her words unravel me and I plunge forward, taking my girl completely bare.
Her hands latch onto my forearms and our foreheads collide. We’re breathless and panting as I thrust in and out, setting a frenzied pace.
Nothing has ever felt this good and I know nothing will ever come close. It has less to do with the lack of a barrier between us, and everything to do with the stunning woman writhing underneath me.
“Ah, I’m so close,” she moans, but I’m not ready for this to end so I pull out and flip her onto her belly.
“Cade, what the fuck?” she shouts, irritated that I didn’t allow her to come. I laugh before positioning her on all fours, getting a stunning view from behind.
“Trust me,” I say. My hands spread her cheeks and I spit into her seam. Paige glances back at me with an apprehensive look on her face. “I’m going to make this so good for you. Promise.”
Sliding my hand around her hip, I coat myself in her slickness before bringing my fingers to her back entrance. I slide one finger into her ass until I reach the first knuckle as I line my cock up to her pussy.
She lets out a breathy moan, but her muscles resist my penetration. “Relax baby, let me in.”
Her body complies as I go a little deeper, then pull back out to slide a 2nd finger in and start to slowly thrust my cock and fingers in and out in tandem. I can feel myself through the walls of her pussy as she pulses around me.
“Fuck, baby. You feel like heaven.”
“Cade, I’m gonna come,” she screams, right before she shatters into oblivion, taking me right over the edge with her. I empty myself inside of her before we both collapse into the warm comfort of each other's bodies. She lets out a long sigh and I place a chaste kiss on her forehead.
“I didn’t know it could be like this,” she says.
“I know, baby. I know.”
I don’t know how long we lay there before she drifts off to sleep. I remove myself from her embrace and escape to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and gently cleaning my release from between her thighs, but not before getting a good look at my cum leaking out of her swollen pussy.
I toss the washcloth into the pile of laundry, and rejoin my girl on the bed. Positioning her on her side, I slide an arm around her waist and lay her head on my chest as her breathing becomes shallow and she drifts off to sleep. The sudden need to say those three little words hits me like a freight train but I suppress the urge. It’s way too soon for that.
I lay awake for a while, listening to Paige breathe while thoughts of the future plague my sleepless mind. I stare at her serene expression, memorizing every detail of her face. The line of freckles dotting the bridge of her nose cascades over the apples of her cheeks and I want to count every single one.
I need to ask her to move to Kentucky with me. The conversation has been looming in the periphery since the moment she asked me to marry her, and I can’t put it off much longer. I just hope it doesn’t break us. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I know I’ll never be able to go without.