Chapter Eighteen
Adrienne
“Sorry to have to change locations for tonight on you, but with my dad and Mel crashing at my house, I didn’t want to take you there while he and his flavor of the week are staying,” Caden says as we drive toward my townhouse.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him a second time. After he got the phone call from his dad earlier in the week, he told me about his visitors. I think he was prepared to just cancel our night altogether, so I suggested we just move it to my place.
The part we haven’t really discussed is what will happen…after. After the sex, will he stay? He’s never stayed before, except that singular time we didn’t actually sleep together. Well, we slept together, as in the same bed, but we didn’t have sex. That was the night I fell and he crashed on my couch, insisting to wake me every three hours to ensure I didn’t die in my sleep from a concussion. I remember inviting him to just climb into bed beside me. My couch is uncomfortable and on the smaller side for a man of his stature.
I can recall perfectly the feel of waking with him wrapped around me. His arms held me close to his chest, and his legs were entwined with my own. The crazy part was, despite not having woken up with a man in more than a year, I didn’t hate it. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
I liked it a lot.
After the horizontal dancing, will he stay? I’m game if he does, but I’m not going to lose sleep over it if he doesn’t. He does have company at his own house, so he may prefer to head home so he’s there when they wake in the morning.
He pulls into the small lot in front of the row of townhouses and parks beside my car. Without a word, he climbs from the driver’s seat and meets me at the passenger door. With his hand extended toward me, helping me from the SUV and to my front door. Using my key, I release the lock and step inside.
“Make yourself comfortable,” I say, anxious to get out of my red heels.
He drapes his jacket over one of my kitchen chairs and holds out his hand. “Come’ere.”
Ignoring the protest of my achy feet, I take three steps until I’m standing directly in front of him. “Here?”
His big hand wraps around my waist as he draws me closer. Our bodies press together, and I can feel everything. His muscular thighs and his hard cock. “Here,” he states, flexing his hips just a touch. “I had a great time tonight.”
A small grin flicks across my lips. “Me too.”
“Sorry our night out was at my ex’s wedding,” he adds with a chuckle.
I can’t help but laugh. “That was definitely an unusual circumstance, but I did have a good time. Your gram is a hoot, and I enjoyed getting to know her.”
“She likes you,” he says, lightly tapping his fingers on my hip.
“She had some great stories,” I tease, recalling how uncomfortable he got when Gram and Scarlet started sharing tales from his youth.
“You can forget everything they told you tonight. They’re both liars.”
I giggle at his response and shake my head. “Somehow, I suspect everything they told me to be true.”
He dips his head and trails open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “Enough talking about my family. I’ve had my fill of the chaos for one night. Tonight, I want to get lost in your body.”
I mewl as he nibbles on my flesh. “Keep talking.”
“I’m going to strip this gorgeous dress from your delectable body and have my wicked way with you. I’m going to make you come no less than three times, Adrienne. Are you game?”
“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation.
Flicking the lock on my door and leading me up the stairs to my bedroom, he instructs, “Let’s go.”
***
“Tell me something no one knows.”
His request causes me to pause my hand, my eyes flickering up to his face. He looks content as he lies in my bed, holding me. That’s probably the post-sex bliss that comes from the two orgasms he managed to have within the last hour.
There’s so much I could say, many stories I could share, but for some reason, one night comes to mind. I’ve never told another soul about it, my friends and mom included. “About a week after Sullivan left me at the altar, I contemplated suicide.”
I feel his entire body tense for a brief moment before his fingers start drawing circles on my bare skin once more. “Go on.”
“I was at my lowest point. He tried to take back the car he had gifted me the week prior to our wedding. He was calling me, telling me how miserable I made him and how happy he was with Katrina. He overshared all the details about their affair, including a quickie in the restaurant restroom the night of our rehearsal dinner.”
“What a fucking douche.”
Smiling against his skin, I can’t help but agree. “That he was, even if I didn’t see it for so long.” I take a deep, cleansing breath. “Anyway, I was just sad and upset. My failures seemed to outweigh the positives in my life, and I just wanted it to end. I need to tell you, I never would have gone through with it, but the idea was there. I wanted the hurt to stop.”
I take a deep breath. “I realized I needed to talk to someone before I went too far down the dark tunnel I seemed to be stuck in. I met with an amazing woman, recommended to me by my physician, and she helped me so much. She made me realize I didn’t want my life to end, just the pain. And I learned ways to cope. We talked—a lot—and I was able to slowly put what happened behind me. I realized I didn’t need to forgive Sullivan. I needed to forgive myself. That’s when I vowed to always put myself first, always. Over time, my anger at him and Katrina lessened and even though I still want to kick him square in the balls, I don’t wish him ill.” I pause for a moment before adding, “Well, maybe that his dick rots off or something equally as gross.”
His chuckle is low and gravelly as he turns us both until I’m pinned beneath him. “I might also wish his cock were to rot off, because that’s what he deserves. And I must say, you’re pretty fucking incredible. So much stronger than I even realized.”
“I was embarrassed for so long. Not only because of being left at the altar, but for having to see a therapist. I didn’t tell anyone. Well, except my mom.”
“Mental health struggles aren’t anything to be ashamed of. We all have our faults, our weak moments. It’s what you do to pick yourself up and dust yourself off that matters.”
My smile is small, but genuine as I gaze up at his intoxicating blue eyes. I realize in this moment I’m in trouble. I could fall for this man. The cocky playboy with the disarming smile. The one who knows his way around a woman’s body better than the woman does. The guy who listens and has become someone I consider a friend, and not just with benefits.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. It’s a hug, but thanks to our naked bodies, it turns dirty pretty quickly. Which is better anyway. Enough of the emotional stuff. Let’s get back to what Caden and I are good at.
Sex.
“You’re awfully dirty, Mr. Neumann.”
His eyebrows arch upward. “I am, aren’t I.” It’s as if he can read my mind.
“How about you see if you can find another condom in the drawer beside my bed, and I’ll go turn on the shower.”
He scrambles off me, diving into my bedside table drawer while I quickly scamper from bed and practically run to the bathroom. I know he’ll be behind me within seconds, so I quickly turn on the water and reach for one of my hair ties.
Just as I’m securing my curls over my head, he comes strolling into my bathroom, his cock already hard and ready. He’s holding something in his hand, something I assume to be a condom, but I quickly realize that’s not the case.
“Well, lookie here at what I found.” He holds up my bright pink vibrator.
“Ahh, you found Mr. Wiggles.”
A Cheshire cat grin spreads across his lips. “Mr. Wiggles?”
I nod. “He moves and wiggles, and after only about a minute, I’m usually wiggling from my orgasm.”
He looks down at the device in his hand. “After only a minute?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, stepping toward him and pointing at the device. “These little nubbies? They massage the clit while this big fella vibes me straight to orgasm.”
He takes a few seconds to inspect the vibrator before holding it out in his hand and instructing, “Show me.”
“Show you?”
“Yep. I want to see what an orgasm in less than a minute at the hands of this pink vibrator looks like.”
I grab my toy, and with my eyes locked on his, place it in my mouth. I don’t really need to get it wet that way, but I’m all about giving Caden a little extra show right now.
He groans in what sounds like pain, his cock thickening even more and starting to leak precum. I flip on the toy, setting it to a pulsating vibration. Then, I slide it down my chest, running the head of the vibrator over each nipple. I can’t help but notice his gaze is locked on Mr. Wiggles, as if he’s terrified he might miss one single nanosecond of what I do.
Lifting my leg, I rest my foot on the closed toilet lid, spreading my thighs as much as possible. I move the head of the toy between my legs, sliding it over my clit. Pleasure erupts as my nipples pebble hard, and wetness slips down my thighs. “Are you going to time this?”
“I’m just trying not to explode standing here, watching,” he informs me, his eyes as tense as his body.
“Well, then, let me show you how this fella works.”
I tease my entrance with the head of the toy, coating it, before gently pressing it inside me. After having sex with Caden, I’m super sensitive, which means this’ll probably happen even quicker than normal. I thrust a few times until the clit massager touches my sensitive ball of nerves. I hold it there, pumping gently as my body starts to shake from the pleasure.
“Fuck,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I race toward release.
My hips rock, taking every last inch I can. The massaging nubs grind against my clit as my release barrels down on me. I can feel the head of the device against my G-spot, and partnered with the clit stimulation, I come hard, crying out in sweet release.
When I sag back against the counter, my eyes crack open and focus on Caden. He looks…wow. Intense isn’t really the word I’d use. Ravenous? He looks like he’s about to eat me alive and still want more.
He reaches for the toy and carefully pulls it out of my body, depositing it in the sink. Neither of us seems to notice it’s still vibrating. As gently as he can, while still reining in a deeply possessive and dominant side, he spins me around, repropping my opposite foot on the closed toilet seat.
“Is this okay?” he asks tersely, biting me on the shoulder and slipping his erection between my ass cheeks to my soaked core.
“Do it,” I tell him.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He thrusts. Hard. He’s buried to the hilt in one long, powerful thrust. He starts to pump, chasing his own release. I tingle, but it’s almost too much. Between my orgasm from Mr. Wiggles moments ago and the two previous ones while we were in bed, my body is sated, exhausted, and reeling from too much pleasure.
His mouth on the back of my neck sends sparks of delight sliding down my spine. My skin erupts with goosebumps as I grip the vanity counter and hold on tight. His pace is fast, his release imminent. He flexes his hands around my hips, his grip unrelentless.
Suddenly, he stops. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“What?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and meeting his panicked gaze.
“I’m…I, uh, forgot to put on the condom.” His face is pained and sweaty, but I’m not certain if it’s from the sex or the realization he’s not suited up.
“It’s okay, I’m on birth control,” I tell him.
He swallows hard, his cock somehow swelling even more inside me. I can tell he’s in physical pain right now, so close to his release but fear grabbing hold and refusing to let go. “I’ve never.” He shakes his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “I’ve never had sex without one."
"Me neither," I reply with a shrug. "I trust you.”
And I realize I do. These words hold more truth than I ever expected, especially since I don’t trust many people at all anymore. Ever since my relationship with Sullivan exploded in front of our family and friends, I’ve done everything in my power to keep people at arm’s length, especially men. That’s why I don’t date. I sleep with them, but then move on.
But now, I realize I’ve allowed someone—a man, at that—to worm his way beneath my defenses. He seduced me with friendship and good sex, and suddenly, he’s breaking through the walls I have surrounding my tattered heart liked the Kool-Aid Man.
“I don’t know what to do,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.
I straighten up, keeping him lodged inside my body. “I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to fuck me, cowboy. You’re going to pull out and shoot wherever you want. Do you know why?”
His wide eyes watch me intently, waiting.
“Because I trust you. I’m clean.”
He swallows hard again. “I’m clean too. I swear.”
I give him a little smile before squeezing my internal muscles around him. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, how about we finish?”
He nods, taking a long, cleansing breath before sliding his hands across my back and around my hips. I push back against him, moving slightly against his cock, taking him deeper.
Caden groans, his fingers flexing around my waist, dancing across my flesh. He pulls out and thrusts forward, doing it over and over once again. He’s chasing his release, and all I can do is hang on tight.
“Adrienne,” he whispers with a grunt. Before I can react, he pulls out, shooting his load across my back. It’s hot as hell, to be honest. My ex would never do anything like this. He always wore a condom, preferring to keep the mess to a quick and easy cleanup.
But not Caden.
He’s marking me with his release, branding my skin and tattooing himself on my brain.
When he’s done, he releases his hold on his cock and leans forward, wrapping his arms around me and drawing me into his chest. He doesn’t seem to care he just made a mess all over my back. A mess that’s currently being smeared between our bodies.
“That was…wow.”
I can’t help but smile. “It was really hot.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, turning my head to meet his eye. “Next time, I want to watch.”
His eyebrows shoot up as a smirk spreads across his lips. “Watch me jack off on you?”
“Yep. It’s only fitting, since you saw me use Mr. Wiggles.”
He kisses my bare shoulder. “Now that was hot. I’m going to picture it every time I close my eyes. I’m going to be hard every second of every day.”
I shake my head and chuckle. “Now we really are dirty,” I deduce, realizing we still need to shower.
“We are. I hope there’s still hot water,” he says, glancing over at the still-running shower.
“I have a pretty good hot water heater. Plus, I turned on some of the cold too, so it’s not like it was running straight hot.”
He carefully stands back, a cold chill sliding down my spine as the cool air hits the moisture on my back. Taking my hand, he leads me toward the shower. “Still, we better shower together. You know, save time?”
I snort as he checks the temperature and makes adjustments.
Something tells me no time will be saved by climbing in here together.
If anything, we may be in here longer, running the hot water completely dry.
But even the thought of a cold shower doesn’t stop me. I step beneath the spray and grab a loofa. We’ve got twice as much body to wash.
Might as well get started.