Chapter Fifteen
Caden
The moment she pulls into my driveway, my heart starts to pound with excitement. I place the steaks on the platter and coat them with seasoning as a knock sounds at the front door. “Come on in,” I holler, needing to wash my hands before I touch anything.
She steps inside the living room and glances around. “This place is nice.”
“Thanks. It’s an older home, built in the fifties, but I like it,” I tell her, offering a small smile.
Adrienne places her backpack on the floor beside my leather couch and kicks off her flip-flops. Her toes are painted bright pink with a little ring around the middle one on the left foot. Her legs are on full display, thanks to a pair a cutoff shorts, and she’s wearing a navy-blue tank top that hugs her frame—and her glorious tits—to perfection.
“You changed,” I notice, turning on the faucet and waiting for the hot water to flow.
“I did. I finished up my appointment with BJ and ran home to change. I smelled like cheeseburgers and beer.”
I can’t help but smile. “Two of my favorites.”
Once my hands are clean, I head to where she stands. My eyesight is good, but now that I’m close, I can see the sparkle on the side of her nose. My dick jumps in my shorts as blood swirls through my veins. The moment I reach her side, I lift my hand and cup her jaw gently. I move her face so I can get a better view of her new jewelry.
“What do you think?” she asks, but immediately I know. She’s not asking because she’s concerned about my reaction or my feelings. Hell no. This woman would have done exactly this, whether I was a fan or not. She did it for her , and that’s a huge fucking turn-on.
“I think it makes you look even more sexy than you already were,” I tell her honestly, earning me a smile.
“I really like it,” she beams back at me.
“Good. Your opinion is the only one that matters,” I remind, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose.
“BJ says it might be red for a bit yet, but it should be fine by the wedding Saturday.”
I wave off her concern. “I wouldn’t care if your whole face was tomato-red.”
She barks out a laugh. “Well, I would. That would be embarrassing. And I’m supposed to be the new woman, there to remind the dumb one what she’s missing.”
I can’t help but smile. “I could not care less about her,” I state, knowing in my heart it is the truth. I really don’t care about Dawn or the lies she told. Not anymore. Somewhere between the pain of betrayal and now, the sting of recollection started to lessen. It felt…good.
“So…my nose wasn’t the only piercing I received today,” she says casually, the hint of a smirk curling her lips.
“No?” I ask, my eyes sliding down her entire body like a caress. I watch as her nipples pebble hard under my gaze, and a bubble of disappointment pops in my chest when I don’t see any signs of a piercing there.
“I can tell you’re disappointed,” she says with a chuckle.
“The thought of your glorious tits with a bar or hoop through the nipples is wet dream invoking,” I confess.
“Well, it’s one I’m still considering in the near future. Turns out, I rather enjoyed getting pierced today,” she says, taking a step back and walking into the kitchen. I follow behind, like a dog chasing a bone, tongue wagging with anticipation.
“I think I’ll do one of my nipples next,” she claims pointedly with a shrug.
“If you need someone there for moral support, holding your hand, I’m your guy.” I flash her my panty-dropping grin, which makes her laugh.
“I do appreciate the support.”
I shrug, wrapping my arm around her waist and drawing her into my chest. “I do what I can for my friends.” I run my nose against her jaw, inhaling her sweet scent. “So, if you didn’t pierce your nipple, then I’m going to need to check the rest of you.”
“That’s right, Magellan,” she teases, stepping out of my arms and leaning against my kitchen table. “Explore.”
My dick is already hard and my mouth waters in anticipation of doing just that. I’m about to explore every inch of her body, discovering what new treasures lie beneath her clothes. Reaching out, I gently lift her tank top up and over her head. “I better get to work.” But it doesn’t take long to find my first prize. My hands trail down her abdomen, one on each side of her belly button. “Well, well, well, look what we have here.” Glancing up, I ask, “Does it hurt?”
Adrienne shakes her head. “Not really. It stung when she did it, but it doesn’t really hurt now. Just a little tender.”
My eyes devour the sight of the curved barbell through her skin. There’s a small ball at the top of the bar and a blue gem at the bottom, right in the middle of her belly button. I’ve seen plenty of naval piercings, but for some reason, none have been sexier than this particular one.
“Sexy. As. Fuck.” I press my lips above the piercing and lazily draw a circle around her belly button.
She shivers but doesn’t move from where she’s positioned against the table. “I don’t usually wear crop tops, since I don’t like to show my gut, but I may wear something from time to time.”
My eyes take in her soft porcelain skin. “You’re beautiful,” I insist, not even caring that she carries a little extra weight. She’s curvy, wears that hourglass figure to perfection. Adrienne reminds me of a young Sophia Loren. My gram used to watch her movies back in the day and always talked about how she took Hollywood by storm with her curves and sex appeal.
“My ex used to tell me I needed to lose weight.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and my entire body goes rigid with ire on her behalf. How can anyone think this gorgeous woman was anything other than beautiful?
“He was an idiot, obviously,” she states with a sassy little grin, as if reading my mind.
“Obviously,” I agree. “So, two piercings, huh? I like it.”
She sighs. “You’re not a very good explorer, cowboy. It’s a good thing you weren’t on the Mayflower.”
I snort. “Did the Mayflower carry explorers?” I ask absently, my eyes already scanning the skin I can see for another treasure.
“I think we’ve lost focus,” she teases.
“No way, I’m very determined. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so engrossed in something in my entire life,” I tell her, standing up. “We should probably take off your shorts. You know, so I can get a better view.”
“Makes sense.”
I release the button and lower the zipper on her tight little cutoff shorts before lowering them down her legs. She’s wearing yellow panties that short-circuit my brain and causes blood to rush to my crotch. “You look good enough to eat. But first, I have some exploring to do.”
All the obvious spots for piercings are visible, leaving only one covered—and it’s a big one. Reaching down, I cup her pussy in my palm, carefully slipping my finger between the lips. Sadly, however, I don’t feel anything to indicate she has a piercing there she didn’t have before.
Grinning, she says, “I can sense your sadness.”
“I admit, I was a little excited to reveal a shiny new toy.”
“Well, I’m not ready for that. Nipple first, and then, maybe, I’ll consider shoving a bar through my clit. Maybe.”
“I’m so hard right now,” I mutter, going ahead and sliding my fingers beneath the satin of her panties and through her wetness.
“Me too.”
I smile at the thought of her getting “hard,” but I understand what she’s saying. My fingers move easily against her core before diving inside her pussy. Her muscles contract against the invasion, and I’m practically ready to come now at the thought of sliding into her. “Turn around, sugar,” I request, pulling my fingers out long enough for her to do as instructed.
When she does, that’s when I see it. The fresh tattoo across her left shoulder blade. It’s covered in plastic wrap, protecting the new ink from friction and bacteria, but I can still see it clearly. It’s a bird flying, wings extended beautifully, with the words “Be Free” beneath it. “Wow,” I whisper, taking in the intricate detail in the bird. Even though it’s black ink, the shading brings the tattoo to life, as if the bird could literally take flight off her shoulder at any moment.
“Didn’t she do a great job?”
I notice right away she doesn’t ask if I like it. Because, to her, my opinion doesn’t matter. And it shouldn’t. The only one that matters is hers. That makes me respect her even more. “She did. BJ’s so fucking talented.” She glances over her shoulder and meets my gaze. “What do you think of it?”
“I love it,” she replies with a grin. “I’ve wanted to get one for a while now, and she convinced me while I was there. We got to talking about what I’d want, and the next thing I knew, she was drawing. The best part? Stevie added the saying on the bottom, so that makes it even more special, you know?”
I’m smiling from ear to ear as I listen to her tell me the story about getting her latest tattoo. The fact her friend—and BJ’s recently discovered half sister—added the finishing touches to the ink makes it that much better. “It’s badass,” I tell her, lightly running my fingers across the smarted skin.
“Maybe, someday, I’ll get a sleeve of ink like you,” she says, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or not.
“Well, it’s your body, your skin, so I say you do whatever in the hell you want,” I find myself saying, seeing those two words etched on her skin.
Something flashes in her eyes, a faraway look takes over. I can tell she’s recalling a conversation, a moment, words someone said to her, and it brought back memories she’s tried to forget. As if someone once told her she wasn’t enough, her body wasn’t good enough.
Fuck that.
The thought of her thinking she’s anything less than beautiful, perfect, has my blood boiling.
“You’re exactly right,” she replies, clearing her throat and pushing away painful recollections. “It’s my body, and I can do whatever I want, and what I really want right now is to put something into it. Something big and hard that makes me see stars when I come.”
And there we go…
“Hmm, so you’re looking for something big and hard, huh?” I ask, pressing my body against her backside and placing a kiss on her bare shoulder. “I think I have just the thing for you.” I grind my erection between her ass cheeks, reveling in the sound of her breathing hitching and how she pushes back against me.
A quick flick of her bra clasp has it falling down her arms, her ample tits spilling from their confines. My hands cup them, gently squeezing and tweaking her hard nipples. “Hands on the table, Adrienne.”
She does as instructed, and even though she’s independent and sassy, I know she trusts me with her pleasure. Something wild and freeing erupts in my chest.
I run my hands down her sides to her hips, hooking her panties under my fingers as I go. I continue to trail them down her body, removing the final scrap of material. Reaching into the pocket of my shorts, I pull a condom from within. Call me cocky, but I was hoping I’d be using it and any of the others I have in the bedroom.
Even though I know she’s ready for me, the moment I have the condom on, I slip my fingers between her thighs and make sure. She’s soaking wet, practically dripping down my hand. My cock swells even more, and it’s all I can do not to come right here and now.
Giving myself a hard, painful squeeze, I make sure I’m not going to explode on entry and press into her body. The pleasure engulfs me, seduces me, consumes me. It ignites me, burning me raw. When I’m seated completely inside her and take a few calming breaths, I crack open the eyes I didn’t realize I had closed. My gaze focuses on the words, the fresh black ink marking her skin.
Be free .
“Caden.” My name on her lips is a plea. “Move,” she begs, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
That word pierces through the fog in my brain, and my hips react immediately. I pull out before thrusting forward. “This is going to be hard and fast, Adrienne. You ready?”
She murmurs a yes, so I move.
I let my body take over, my hips thrusting on their own. The pace is exactly as I predicted, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Adrienne pushes back against me, taking everything and giving more. I hold her hips and watch as my cock disappears. Over and over, I drive us both toward the release we crave.
Reaching around, I slide my finger over her swollen clit. Adrienne cries out as her body starts to shake. She thrusts back against me as her pussy starts to squeeze. Her orgasm rips through her, my name and a few choice curse words flying from her mouth. Somehow, I manage to hold on, feeling every bit of her release before chasing my own.
But suddenly, she moves.
Before I even know what’s happening, Adrienne drops to her knees in front of me, slips the condom off, and wraps her mouth around my cock. My brain? It stops working. Completely. My mind goes completely blank and my body just…feels.
Feels so fucking good.
I manage to keep my eyes open as she grabs my cock and moves her hand, making a twisting motion. Coupled with her warm, wet mouth, it’s a euphoria I’m not prepared for. I open my mouth to give her a warning, to tell her I’m about to come, but the words don’t follow.
She pulls off me long enough to whisper, “I want to taste you, Caden.” She sticks out her tongue and twists her hand.
That’s all it takes.
I come hard, my eyes riveted to her mouth, to watching myself come down her throat. It’s without a doubt, the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced to date, and I’m not sure I’ll ever fully recover. My heart hammers, blood swooshes, and my body convulses. She milks every last drop I have before wrapping her lips around me and sucking one last time, drawing me deep into her throat.
A loud groan bellows from my throat as I close my eyes. My hand shoots out to the table, holding me up so I don’t completely fall on my ass. I’m not sure my legs have the ability to function, let alone continue to hold me upright without assistance.
“You good there, cowboy?” Adrienne asks, the pride evident in her voice.
“I think I just saw Jesus,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.
She releases her hold on me and smiles up in pure satisfaction. “Well, not that I want you to die, but there is a sense of pride in causing such a dramatic statement.”
I snort and reach for her as she stands. “That was…wow.” I press my mouth to hers, not caring I can taste myself on her tongue.
“You’re welcome,” she murmurs, her fingers digging into my back as she deepens the kiss.
“I would very much like to throw you over my shoulder and cart you off to my bedroom, but I honestly think I’m going to need a few extra minutes to recuperate from that.”
“Well, take all the time you need,” she starts, running her fingers down my bare chest and circling them around the tattoo stretching across my pecs. “But not too long,” she adds, tapping me on the nipple, “I have an idea for after dinner.”
My left eyebrow arches upward as a smirk plays on my lips. “An idea, huh?”
“Yes,” she confirms, pressing her nakedness against my own. “It involves you…and me…and this.” Adrienne reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, causing it to jump.
“I see what you’re saying, and I like it.”
She grins. “Figured you would.”
I step back and grab my discarded shorts and T-shirt, while she redresses as well. When we’re both standing there, the only evidence of what we just did the used condom thrown in the trash and the wrapper still lying on the floor, I ask, “Hungry?”
A knowing smile lights up her entire face. “Starving.”
Neither of us is talking about food.
This is going to be a long—and very satisfying—night.