Chapter 13
thirteen
MAVERICK
“Cade?” I call out as I enter the apartment.
I spot him in his favorite spot by the bookshelves as a recliner before he shifts back to his human form, his naked body bared to me. Fuck, I’m in trouble. There’s no way I can see all his sexy body on display without wanting him inside me.
Cade shakes himself out and smiles, rushing to greet me. I laugh when he pulls me into his arms, kissing me deeply. I melt into him, threading my fingers in his long dirty blond hair.
His hands drift down to my ass, kneading gently. He walks me back to push me against the wall and I don’t stop him, even though I have to be back at work in the next twenty minutes.
But it’s been days since Cade and I have been together—I’m usually tired from work and he helps me relax by having me rest in his recliner until I fall asleep. I’ve thought about having him inside me again since our first time and I want more.
He hefts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I moan into his mouth as he dips his tongue inside for a taste. I’ll never get tired of kissing Cade.
“Bedroom,” I whimper when I pull my mouth from his. “Hurry.”
With a filthy smile, he carries me to the bedroom, staring at me the whole while. It’s heady to have all of his attention on me, someone who looks like he used to be a model before he was cursed.
When we get into the bedroom, he lays me out on the bed, stepping back so he can look down at me. I’m sure I’ve looked better, as I’m in my work clothes and my hair is probably all over my head from the heat of the ovens, but he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.
I preen under his attention, raising my arms over my head so he can look his fill. Cade’s eyes darken as he licks his lips, his expression speaking to all the things he wants to do to me. All the things I’d let him do to me.
“You just gonna stand there,” I ask in a voice I hardly recognize, “or are you going to fuck me into the mattress?”
He lets out an almost feral growl that makes me shiver all over and my cock stand at attention. “I want to fucking devour you, Maverick. What do you say about not going back to work?” He prowls onto the mattress, hovering over me. “I can make it worth your while.”
I groan but shake my head. “I can’t. We’ve got a big corporate promotion party order for tomorrow, so the bakery’s shut down while we prep. I only have a little while.” I rub my hands up and down his back, hating that I can’t let him tear me apart for the rest of the afternoon.
He smirks down at me, his blue eyes flashing. “Well, I’ll have to make this good for you, huh?”
“Please,” I beg, pulling my shirt over my head. “Fuck me.”
“My pleasure,” he mutters as he drags my pants off. He stops at my stiffened cock and sucks it into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down quickly.
My back arches off the bed and I moan loud enough to wake the neighbors.
His mouth is warm and the suction perfect.
When he pulls me to the back of his throat and swallows around me, making his throat ripple around the head of my cock, I explode, unloading down his throat.
I always come so much with Cade, his magic making my balls feel so full and my orgasms seem never ending.
Cade gulps me down, more of that rippling prolonging my release. I hold on to those tresses, yanking at the strands of his hair while I come and come and come some more. My vision fuzzes out and my hearing dims as I babble nonsensically.
Finally, I have to pull out of his mouth, or my fucking heart will give out.
God, orgasming with Cade will be the death of me.
My hearing returns as I hear rustling in my nightstand and giddiness swims through me. I get to have his hard, hot dick inside me again.
Through my daze, I lean up on my elbows and look at his erection. Fuck, it’s impressive. Nerves dance in my belly as I watch him slick up his fingers and his sizable cock.
“Lie back and let me take care of you,” he whispers. “We don’t have much time.”
I lie flat and pull my legs back until they’re almost touching my ears.
He chuckles as his fingers drift to my hole, plunging one in to the hilt.
I moan and watch him fuck me with his digit.
He adds a second, then a third without much effort, surprising me more than I can say.
Soon, I’ll have to ask how he’s able to stretch and fuck me without much resistance.
When Walt used to prep me, he had a hard time getting a third finger in and would get frustrated that it took so long.
Our sex life wasn’t bad, but he was so impatient that he would often get irritated that we couldn’t have a quickie like a normal couple.
I always offered to suck him off, since my head had men seeing stars, but he always wanted to fuck. Selfish asshole.
I push thoughts of Walt out of my mind and focus on Cade getting me ready for him. I can’t wait to feel him deep inside me.
After he scissors me open—pegging my prostate with every thrust—I’m begging him to fuck me so I can come on his dick.
Cade slides closer to me, fisting his thick shaft in a meaty fist. “I love when you beg, Maverick. So fucking pretty.”
“Less compliments, more fucking,” I urge, spreading my legs ever wider. “Please, we gotta go to work soon.”
He smiles, positioning his dick to my rim. “You’re gonna walk funny the rest of the day,” he teases, pressing into me just an inch, his cock head popping into my hole.
I moan, the small intrusion rubbing against my walls just so. “That’s okay,” I pant. “I don’t mind.” I really don’t. I love the tinge of soreness after a good fuck.
Cade surges inside, and we both groan when he bottoms out.
God, I’m so fucking full but there’s no pain.
Pleasure ripples through me as a dribble of cum leaks from my cock.
I grab my base, squeezing to head off my orgasm.
I don’t want to explode yet. I want Cade to get his nut at the same time as me.
He growls, pushing my legs back further until they literally touch my ears, then he fucking pounds me out. I can do nothing but lie there, my throat growing hoarse from all the moaning and mewling I’m doing.
Cade’s groans and grunts soak into me, waking some primal part of me I didn’t know existed. My head tilts to the side on its own volition and I expose my pulse point, wanting him to claim me like he said he would.
He leans down as he rails me, breathing me in and licking over my throat. But he doesn’t claim me, doesn’t mark me as his. He does suck at me like he did the first time, making pleasure explode in me and my orgasm comes barreling out, no matter how much I try to hold it back.
“So fucking pretty,” he moans again as he tilts his hips to fuck into me, making me come in another long spurt. “So fucking good. Hugging my dick like this.”
“It’s…mine?” I ask, not recognizing my own voice.
“All yours, Maverick. I’m yours.”
With a loud groan, he stills over me, painting my walls with his release.
He slowly lowers my legs, then pulls out, tumbling beside me. I feel his cum leaking from my hole, the steady trickle tickling. I giggle and close my legs, wanting to keep it in me for just a little while longer.
Cade turns to me, running his index finger through the mess coating my chest. “Sure you don’t want to tell your boss you got sick after lunch?”
“No, because I don’t want to get fired. This is a longstanding contract we have. If we break it, that’s a few thousand dollars of loss profits a quarter. Not even I’m worth that much.”
He smacks a kiss on my lips, making me smile. “You’re priceless, baby. Let me wash you, then we can go to your job. I’d like to see you work.”
“Why are you doing that?” Cade asks as I flour the steel island in front of me.
“So the dough doesn’t stick,” I tell him as I grab the risen dough from the bowl. “It also makes the dough easier to knead. Come on, try.”
I had Cade wash his hands when we came to the kitchen, just in case he wanted to assist. Grady said he’s glad a student wanted to get hands-on training and suggested that he should try to handle the dough to see if he liked the job.
So far, Cade has been professional, asking good questions and actually paying attention to the answers. The other chefs have also been explaining things to him, and I love how his face glows when he’s absorbing knowledge.
He’s also shown me just how much he’s learned on the way over, pointing out things that are mundane to me, but a revelation to him.
I had to tell him to tone it down when someone boarded by us on an electric skateboard and he almost chased them down to ask how it worked.
I’m happy for him and the progress he’s made so far.
He’s itching to get a job, but I told him to take as long as he needed to get himself acclimated to a new century.
We also haven’t solved the issue of him not having any paperwork for the hiring process.
I’ve been doing research, and it says he can get a replacement, but I think someone will ask questions if he’s trying to renew a license from decades past.
Especially because he looks the exact same as when he got his license in 1976.
One day at a time, I’ve constantly told him.
My heart patters in my chest, thinking that one day at a time will be spent with me. How did I get so fucking lucky? If I’m not careful, I’ll end up falling in love with him.
Or have I already? I think my heart was his as soon as he turned into a recliner for me. He’s so sweet and special. The perfect man that was sent to me when I needed him the most. Either way, my heart belongs to him, just like I do.
That’s news I’ll keep to myself for now, though. I don’t want to scare him away. It’s one thing to be his fated mate, but falling for him in a week? That’s weird, right? It took so long for me to tell Walt I loved him, even after he confessed to me on our third date. Maybe I’m not thinking clearly.
Or something.
I tune back in when he nudges my arm and asks, “How’s that?”
I look down at the lump in front of him and fight to keep the grimace to myself. It’s a mess and doesn’t look anything like cheese Danish. “Uh…” My voice trails off as I rearrange the dough into a more pleasing form. “It’s not bad for a first time.”
Cade throws his head back and laughs. “Just tell me it looks like shit. I can take it.”
“It doesn’t look like shit. It’s just…unrefined. But I think I did worse my first time. You’re doing great.”
I show Cade how the Danish should look and he replicates it almost perfectly. He picks things up so quickly, he’ll have no issue learning all he needs to know so he can work or go to school.
When he’s done and we pop them in the oven, I ask, “How did you like working with the dough? Think you’d want to be a chef one day?”
He shakes his head and wraps his arm around my shoulder. “Nah. I’d like to learn all the things that you know, but I will leave the baking up to you.”
“You’re a good cook,” I mention as we go back over to my station to clean up.
“I don’t think I’d like cooking as a job. It’s fun when I don’t have anyone breathing down my neck or sending orders back if they’re fucked up.”
“True.”
We finish cleaning, and once the pastries come out of the oven, we pack up the boxes for our orders. When we’re all finished, we bid everyone goodbye and leave for the day.
He puts his arm around my shoulder, tucking me firmly into his side, and we make our way home. “That guy has AirPods,” Cade says as we walk past an older gentleman moving briskly down the street. “That would be me if I didn’t fuck up.”
“No need to live in the past, baby. We’re moving forward, remember?”
He smiles down at me, then kisses the top of my head. “I remember. I’m glad I have you.”
“You know,” I say, turning to awkwardly kiss his chest, “I am too. I’m glad I was the one fate made for you. You’re perfect, you know that?”
“I’d like to think we’re perfect together.”