Chapter 11 #3
I sucked in, the words swirling in my head and curling in my chest. How long I had waited for him to say it. I couldn’t deny it made me want to forget everything that happened to me, rewind to the last time we were up here together and pretend this was all I wanted and needed.
“Caden, I—”
His mouth came down on mine, snatching up the rest of my sentence. His lips were soft and eager, his tongue curling around mine, deepening the kiss. He gripped me harder, pulling me in, kissing me like I had always envisioned.
Yes. This was right. Caden and me.
“Then why am I here?” A deep voice rumbled.
Oh. Fuck. No. I opened an eye. Warwick sat on the railing behind Caden.
“So many admirers, Kovacs . . . But you know, I find it odd every time you are kissing one of them, you think of me.” Warwick leaned over, his look hungry and dangerous. “And just think, I haven’t even kissed you yet, princess.”
“Fuck off,” I seethed, grabbing Caden’s face.
“What?” Caden jerked back, his eyebrows furrowing.
“Not talking to you,” I growled, climbing onto Caden’s lap, straddling him. Glaring up at Warwick, I kissed Caden with everything I had.
Caden groaned, his hands running up my back, pressing me into him, his mouth desperate for more.
“Oh fuck, Brex.” He tugged my jacket zipper, his mouth frantic, his hips rolling up into me. “I need to be inside you.”
My gaze shot up to Warwick. His attention was locked on Caden, his expression detached, though a nerve along his jaw throbbed.
“Mmmm.” I made a sound of agreement, drawing Warwick’s eyes back to me. His turquoise eyes darkened, his shoulders tightening.
“You think I care who you fuck?” Warwick snarled. “You watched me fuck four nymphos last night, so if you think watching you and Captain Quick Pump here will do anything but put me to sleep . . .”
“Really?” I snapped back, my eyes flaring with challenge. “Let’s see about that.” I shoved Caden onto his back, my fingers tearing at his trouser zipper. I could feel his erection throbbing against me.
How many times I had fantasized about this? Imagined every detail of Caden sliding into me, making love for hours?
“Damn . . .” Caden blinked up at me like he had never seen me before, his fingers greedily tugging at my cargo pants.
“Shhh.” I covered his mouth with mine, but I still glared up at Warwick while my hands pushed Caden’s pants lower, cupping his cock through his briefs.
A deep growl came from Warwick, the sound vibrating deep into my bones, spiking flames through my veins.
“If you don’t like it, leave,” I hissed at Warwick.
“No, I like it . . . I really like it,” Caden responded, but I wasn’t really listening.
“I’m not the one putting me here. You get that, right?
” Warwick pushed off the railing, fury radiating off him.
“You brought me here, princess. You are only fucking him to prove a point . . . and what are you proving to yourself? That you can force yourself back into a box? Live a life you hate? Good for you.” He tipped his head, his arms folded.
“Fuck you.” I seethed, my hand slipping inside Caden’s briefs, my fingers wrapping around him.
“Brexley.” Caden’s hips bucked as I started to work him, his hands pushing underneath my layers, cupping my breasts.
A deep growl came from Warwick, our eyes meeting, making me feel it was really him I was touching, his hands gliding over my skin, hardening my nipples.
Wetness seeped between my thighs as Caden’s hand moved under my sports bra, his fingers kneading my breast. But then I felt an invisible tongue flick at the nipple of my other breast.
A groan scraped my throat, my eyes never leaving Warwick’s.
“You like it, don’t you?” Warwick sneered as his fantom mouth sucked, my back arching like I had been electrocuted.
“Me watching you . . . just like you got off watching me fuck those women. Like the night in Halálház . . . I see you, Kovacs. Know what you want. How dirty you like it. He doesn’t.
I’m the only one who could handle you. Be honest, it’s not him your pussy is dripping for .
. . it’s me. You don’t even notice he’s here. ”
I jerked back as if he punched me, inhaling sharply.
My attention darted down to Caden, the boy I was supposedly so in love with, and yet now that I had him, I barely even noticed him.
The moment Warwick showed up, I became aggressive.
Fierce. Confident. Carnal. All things I hadn’t ever been with Caden before.
I was no longer the girl who sat up here with him last spring—timid and insecure, desperately waiting for him to give me a scrap of notice. Allowing him to tell me he loved me too much to be with me. What bullshit was that?
My focus went back to the railing where Warwick had sat. Empty. His disappearance caused my chest to squeeze, feeling alone.
“Brexley?” Caden’s hand moved up to my face, getting me to look at him. His brown eyes were glassy with desire, his hips pushing up into me, his free hand moving up my tank again. “What’s wrong, bebi?”
What was wrong?
I searched Caden’s eyes. I loved him, I did, but no longer the way I had before. The innocent girl had died on the bridge, and I couldn’t go back.
“I’m sorry. I can’t.” I choked, anguish flooding my eyes and drowning in my chest. Jumping up, I darted down the walkway.
“Brexley! Wait!” Caden’s voice carried over the wind, filled with confusion and hurt. “Brex-ley!”
He had no idea walking away from him was one of the most painful things I ever had to do.
I wasn’t only running from the boy I had been in love with most of my life, but my whole belief system.
I had thought myself grown up living through painful times like my father’s death.
But everything I once understood as truth, as real, and dedicated my life to had tipped over, spilling out on the floor.
Nothing would be the same again.
And I had no idea what that meant for me.