Chapter 12 #2
Cayden crushed her mouth to his. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
They fumbled to get her jeans off and his undone.
He flipped her down onto the couch. She put the necklace on, clasping it under her thick hair.
The moment he saw that silly coin nestled between her breasts he lost all train of thought except getting inside her.
She was so wet, she took him easily. Fuck, she felt so good. Silky and hot. He groaned against her. “This is going to be fast, baby.”
She lifted her hips up, taking more of him into her. “Just promise me it won’t be the last time.”
“Never,” he vowed. He planned on taking her many more times today and through the night. Cayden pumped himself into her, never looking away from those chocolate brown eyes he loved so much. She reached up and laced their fingers together.
“I love you,” he told her. She fit him in every way. Not for the first time did Cayden think how lucky he’d been to have been standing in the kitchen when Mrs. Wynn had come in with that repaired photo of Mr. Wynn and Bobby Romero.
She nodded. “I know. I need it to be enough, Cayden. I need you to love me enough to come back to me.”
His body convulsed at her pleas. He felt his balls tighten as her walls quaked around him. His vision blurred, but he refused to look away from her. She was so beautiful when she was in the throes of orgasm.
He kissed the back of her hands still laced with his. “Every second of every day.”
She smiled up at him. “I’ll never look at the moon the same way again.”
Cayden felt his deflating cock slide out of her. He reached down and froze. “Shit.” He hadn’t worn a condom.
Trixie blinked in confusion, not understanding what he was looking at.
Other than their connected bodies, that is, but his “shit” comment had not been in admiration.
In retrospect, she had felt something different during this bout of lovemaking, but she hadn’t placed it until she looked down to see his bare cock.
They’d just had unprotected sex. Her heart and emotions were already going haywire with the deal he’d just made with her brother.
The consequences of this mistake… She couldn’t handle that right now.
He looked horrified. Like he’d just broken his favorite toy.
She forced herself to sit up. She’d already cried herself out and she had no desire to spend however little time they had left together being angry. “Cayden.” She took his hands, trying to get his attention. “Baby, it’s okay. I just came off my period, remember?”
“I never wanted… I didn’t mean…”
“I know.” Trixie pushed herself forward. His jeans were around his knees and they both were still wearing their shirts. Well, his shirts. She liked wearing his shirts. “I’ll run to the pharmacy and get a morning-after pill. I’m fine,” she promised him. “I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “I can’t believe I did that.”
She took his face in her hands. “It takes two,” she reminded him. “I felt something was different and I didn’t say anything either.”
He pressed the heel of his hand into his forehead. “Shit. You need to get on birth control.”
She cocked her head. “I’m not sure it works like that—”
Cayden grabbed her up onto his lap. “I mean for us in the future. Because after being inside you raw… Damn, baby, I never want there to be anything separating us again.”
Relief flowed through her. He wasn’t angry. She let out a laugh. “I’ll look into it.”
“Good.” He stood them up, letting his pants fall to the floor. He awkwardly stepped out of them. She noticed he was wearing sneakers. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him without his boots before. He lifted her up into his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I assume you cleaned up the bedroom?”
He started walking in that direction before she even responded. “Of course. Mi hermano certainly knows how to make a mess.”
“Then I’m taking you back to bed and,” his nose scrunched, “to the stupid-ass condoms.”
Trixie laughed. “They do serve a purpose, you know.”
He nodded, “Yes. There’d be a hell of a lot more rugrats running around if they didn’t exist. However, I never realized just how good sex could feel without them. Hence, your mission of getting on birth control. The sooner I can get back inside you without them, the better.”
He tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, never losing eye contact with him. “Your mission is to come back to me. Whatever it takes.” He crawled up the bed towards her. Trixie grabbed his face. “Do you understand me, Cayden? Whatever it takes. You come back to me.”
He nodded. “Whatever it takes.”
“Good,” she smiled. “Now get the stupid-ass condom.”
“What do you mean you aren’t going back to the house? What about curfew?”
“Baby,” Cayden kissed her bare shoulder, “the plan was for me to break parole tomorrow, so tonight won’t matter. I’m not going back there when I could be here with you. I don’t know how long until I’ll be done with your brother and I need to be here with you tonight.”
“Won’t they come looking for you? I mean, they know you’re here now, don’t they?”
Cayden shook his head. “I left this morning before anyone else was up. They don’t know I’m here unless they tracked down the taxi I took.
” Lee had taken Cayden’s phone with him, the sly bastard.
It wasn’t like Cayden needed it anymore, but he had good pictures of Trixie on it.
He hoped Lee had just turned it off and hadn’t destroyed it.
On the plus side, though, it meant that his phone couldn’t be tracked to Trixie’s and his house now.
“The last thing I said to the Wynns was that you and I had a fight. If you tell them I’m not here, they’ll likely think I’ve run. ”
She made a face. “I don’t like it. Peggy and Greg have been good to you.”
“They’ve been very good to me,” he emphasized.
“I don’t like it any more than you do but we can’t tell them anything.
No one can know I’m working with your brother.
For all intents and purposes, you and I are broken up and I’m going back to my former life of crime.
No one can know any different or you risk the wrong person overhearing. ”
Trixie wrinkled her nose. “I know that. I’m just saying that I don’t like it.”
“Come here.” He gathered her up into his arms. They had yet to leave the bed.
It was approaching eight that night, which was why she’d brought up the question of curfew.
“As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you and I had a massive fight yesterday and it drove me back to my life of crime. I’m going to have to sell the bit tomorrow at Romero’s so no one knows it’s a set up. You need to sell it. No one can know.”
She nodded into his chest. “I get it. I know. I just feel…” She looked around the bedroom. “I feel like I did all this prematurely, you know. I feel like if I had waited—”
“Don’t,” he stopped her with a kiss. “Do you have any idea what this house means to me? I’ve never had a home.
Not one like this. I grew up in a crappy apartment with my grandmother who smokes like a chimney.
Now, she did what she could, there’s no fault with her, but I’ve never had a home.
Four walls that feel like mine. This,” he looked around just as she had, “this is home. This is the home I am coming back to, the home that will keep me going when things get rough. I mean to come back here. I mean to come home.”
Trixie touched his jaw. “It’s not a home without you, Cayden. It’s not my home without you.”
He rolled her over and made love to her again.
They’d napped on and off throughout the day, neither one having gotten a good night’s rest the night before.
Cayden had no intention of sleeping this night either.
He couldn’t waste a single minute with her.
Every second spent in her arms was another reason to come back to her.
Around eleven-thirty, Mrs. Wynn called her cell phone.
Cayden listened in silence as Trixie lied and told Mrs. Wynn that Cayden hadn’t come to the house today.
She repeated the story he’d given the night before about their fight.
Trixie’s voice cracked at just the right places and her tears starting to fall made the fable all the more believable.
Mrs. Wynn told Trix that they had no choice but to call the police. If Cayden came to work the next day, she was to call too.
Just after midnight, a knock sounded on her front door.
Trixie threw clothes on to find two police officers on her front steps.
She invited them into the foyer and gave them the same story she’d given Mrs. Wynn as Cayden hid against the wall out of sight.
He hated that she was involved at all. Couldn’t Lee have gotten to Cayden without involving Trixie? It wasn’t right that she had to lie.
“You’re welcome to check the house, officers, but I promise you, he’s not here. I haven’t seen him since yesterday when he left in an Uber. Or, Saturday, I guess since it’s after midnight.”
The officers gave her their card and told her to call if she saw Cayden. She promised.
As she shut the door, Cayden realized how fast his heart was pounding.
It was official; he’d broken parole. There was no turning back.
He either went with Lee or he went back to jail for violating his parole.
He honestly wasn’t sure which was the better option, since they both took him away from Trixie.
But his resolve was set, and he knew, no matter what, that he’d made the right decision.
Trixie was late driving in to work. She wasn’t used to a commute and had judged the traffic incorrectly. In addition, her morning routine was slower in the new setting. She’d lived in the same apartment for six years. Moving back into her childhood home was going to take some getting used to.