Chapter 17 #2
“Because, Mr. Russo, you completed your mission and you came back to me.” Trixie spread her legs to give him an unhindered view of her wet pussy.
It was the most wanton position she could think of.
“And I completed my mission, per your request. I’ve been on birth control for five weeks.
I didn’t tell you last week because we only had a few hours and I didn’t want to waste time talking. ”
Cayden’s nostrils flared as he stared unabashed at her offering. He grabbed her ankles and placed them on the edge of the counter, spreading her wider. Then he knelt before her. She felt her walls pulse just at the sight of his mouth so close to her.
“You are fantastic and beautiful, my little gearhead.” He ran a single finger from her belly button down to her still bare labia and into her wet folds.
She moaned, and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
She felt his lips against her inner thigh, just below the crease of her leg.
“But not tonight, baby. I need to get tested before I take you bare.”
Her mind was in the fog of sex, but she understood what he was saying. “Why? I trust you. I know you were faithful to me.”
His kiss on her leg turned into a bite. It was light but shocked a vocal yip out of her.
“Damn straight. I’m thankful there’s no doubt in that regard.
However, I was just in a pretty dangerous situation where there was blood flying and I have a couple of open cuts.
It might seem silly, it might seem ridiculous, but I won’t take any chances with you.
Let me get tested and we’ll take a vacation.
Anywhere you want to go for however long you want to go.
And I’ll take you bare. Over,” he kissed the spot he’d just bitten, “and over,” he kissed the identical spot on the opposite thigh, “and over,” he kissed her labia, “again.”
Then he ducked his head lower. Trixie fell back against the mirror, unable to keep herself up straight.
His talented tongue and fingers brought her right up to the brink of orgasm.
He sucked, flicked, nibbled, and twirled her like he knew exactly what her body needed and when.
Trixie’s ability to speak was rendered to nothing more than moans and groans.
She gasped when his mouth was suddenly gone. She heard the telltale sound of the packet ripping. As much as she trusted him, she appreciated the fact that he wanted to ensure her safety completely before he took her bare again.
Trixie sat up on the counter, not wanting to miss seeing his entrance into her body. It was one of the most erotic things she would ever see. The way he took possession of her from the inside out. She was his, in every way.
They both groaned when he finally entered her. Trixie ran her hands down his hard chest, dragging her nails. She saw his shiver, which brought a smile to her face. She moved her exploration to his navel and then around to his ass. His cheeks were clenched, like he was trying to keep himself still.
“Trix,” he said through gritted teeth, “I’d love to let you explore, but later. It’s been too long. I need to move.”
She looked up at him wickedly. “Too long? You had me last week.”
He put his hands on her hips and thrust the rest of the way inside. She let out a shout of rapture. He rested his head on her shoulder and she could feel his heavy breathing. “Like I said, too long.”
She smiled, though he couldn’t see it. “Then take me. Make me yours, Cayden.”
He moved, thrusting and grinding into her like he’d die if he didn’t continue. Trixie felt her walls quake around him, surprising both of them with her quick orgasm. Cayden hissed and quickly reached down to grip the base of his cock.
“Not yet,” she could have sworn he said.
It took a moment for him to get himself back under control and for her to catch her breath. Then he pulled all the way out and plunged himself back in. He did it over and over again, growing faster with each assured stroke.
“Close,” she warned.
He dipped his hand between their bodies. A single well-placed flick of his fingers toppled her over the edge. Trixie shouted out as her second orgasm took her.
He grabbed it up with a swift kiss. His hips ground into her once more before he shuddered his own release and groaned into her mouth.
It took some time for Trixie to catch her breath and for her vision to clear. While she didn’t have anyone else to compare it to, she was pretty sure sex couldn’t get much better than that. And, if it did, she was equally as sure it would kill her.
“Our bath is about to overflow.”
Cayden raised his head sleepily from her shoulder. He reached over and turned off the tap. The movement pulled him out of her. She shivered at the sensation against her sensitive skin.
Cayden discarded the condom, lifted her off of the counter, and then carried her into the tub. The water was warm and rose dangerously close to the edge with their added density. She reached forward to drain it slightly.
She soon realized that Cayden was on the verge of passing out and decided that this was going to be a quick bath. He might be able to lift and manipulate her at will, but she certainly couldn’t him. She’d need his assistance to get him to their bed.
She reached up and started to cup water into his green spiked hair.
She was pretty sure there was a new hole in the ozone just from the amount of spray he had to have used to make it stand on end like this.
When he started to sag forward, Trixie urged him to turn around, so his front was resting against the edge of the tub.
She quickly stood and went into the shower to get shampoo and then grabbed a drinking glass from the counter.
They must have left it there during their first and only weekend at the house.
She worked to clean him and then shampooed them both. His eyes had been closed for several minutes, but she suspected he was still awake. She was losing him to the land of dreams though. Trixie reached over and opened up the drain.
It took some encouraging words to get him to stand. She guided him out of the tub, not trusting his eyes were open enough to do it on his own. Trixie dried him off and then herself using the same towel.
Cayden more plopped into bed than laid down.
An odd feeling touched her chest as she saw him once more in their bed.
It wasn’t the same as when he’d come to Romero’s the week before to see her.
They’d both known he’d had to leave again.
But seeing him once again here, it brought her relief to a new level.
Cayden was back, and she was never letting him go again.
Trixie crawled into the bed behind him, not caring that there was a whole other side of the bed available for her use. He wasn’t so out of it where he didn’t wrap his arm around her waist and pull her closer to him.
When Trixie woke up, the nightstand clock said it was a little after five in the morning.
She had no desire to get up, but it had occurred to her the night before that she’d left Romero’s in a hurry that afternoon without talking to any of her employees and had yet to be back.
While she was sure Jeff and Joey could take care of anything that came up, it had still been rude. She owed them an explanation.
Trixie grabbed some clothes from her dresser that had been left at the house and slipped from the bedroom. Cayden was exhausted and sleeping like the dead. She didn’t want to disturb him.
She had to figure out how to get to the police station. Her keys, phone, and coveralls were in Captain Holloway’s office. Her Firebird would still be in the parking lot.
Trixie stopped. Cayden hadn’t turned off the kitchen lights after taking out the trash last night. On their kitchen table sat her phone, folded coveralls, and car keys. A small piece of paper lay next to them.
Abeja,
Figured you’d need these. Car’s outside. I’ll meet you at Romero’s in the morning to help you smooth things over with your employees. We found the Spyder. I’ll bring it with me.
A low laugh escaped her before a shudder went through her.
Lee had slipped in and out of her house without them knowing.
If it had been anyone else but Lee, that thought would have been terrifying.
Then again, depending on what time he’d come in and the sounds he might have heard from the bathroom, he deserved it for just not ringing the damn doorbell.
Hopefully he’d come in after they’d been passed out in bed.
Trixie moved the note to the counter so Cayden would easily see it. Then she added her own note that she was headed to work, told him to rest, and she’d see him when she got home with pizza. They could start decorating their house for Christmas then. She ended the note,
XOXO, Trix
True to his word, her Spyder 918 was in the parking lot when she pulled into Romero’s.
It was still dark out, but the lamps cast enough light where she could make out Lee’s slumbering frame in the driver’s seat.
She didn’t even make it to the door to tap on it when his eyes suddenly opened like he’d just been taking a long blink.
He didn’t look sleepy, coming to full attention as he spotted her.
He got out of the Spyder. “Where’s your partner in crime?”
“Still passed out. He crashed hard last night.”
Lee nodded once. “He had a good scare in that warehouse. That’ll shake anyone. It’s better you let him rest.”
Trixie bit her lip to ask once again the details of Cayden’s scare. She knew, though, that Lee would just give her the same vague answers he’d given her the night before outside the warehouse. “Thank you for bringing me my car back.”
“Holloway figured you’d want it back.”
She stuck her tongue out at him before leading him to the employee entrance. “Are you planning on leaving that undercover car down the street from my house forever more?”