Chapter 38
Thirty-Eight
SEBA
Wringing out a damp towel, I return to the scene of the crime. My bed. Where Cade is sprawled, half-dozing in my jersey while the evidence of what we just did dries on his skin. My cock wakes back up at the sight of him: satiated, blissed out, sleepy.
I quickly avert my eyes. Two seconds later, I'm peeking at him again.
Humming low, he stretches like a cat and squints up at me with a smile that kicks the air out of my lungs.
“Why are you just standing there?”
I hold up the rag. “You’re a mess.”
Amusement sparkles in his eyes. “Clean me up, then.”
I level a deadpan glare at him. He gestures at the cum streaked across his chest and stomach. My insides twist.
“What, scared to touch me now?” He asks. There’s a subtle edge to his voice that wasn’t there a moment ago.
Pressing my lips together, I shake my head. “Not the problem.”
“Ok…” He drawls. “Then what?”
I stare at the pillow next to him and wave at the obvious tent in my pants.
“Ohhh.”
“Yeah.”
A chuckle. “I can help you with that.”
I roll my eyes, fighting a grin as I mutter, “Shut up,” and gently wipe him down. I’m instantly distracted, though. His skin is so smooth… and hairless… and warm…
His fingers curl around mine. I pause. He peers at me through his lashes.
“Come here.”
Jesus Christ, I’m weak for this boy.
Tossing the wet towel on the floor, I crawl over him. His body fits too perfectly under mine.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He smiles. “Hi.”
It’s like a pin in a balloon. I deflate, collapsing onto him and rolling us until he’s draped over me. He sighs. I groan, weaving my fingers through his hair.
“You’re killing me.”
“Sorry.”
“No, you’re not.”
He chuckles. “No. I’m really not.”
Something warm tickles my neck. I shiver. Again, the slightest brush of—
“What are you doing?”
His mouth grazes my jaw. “Nothing.”
It's most certainly not nothing. If he kisses me… My stomach swoops. For some reason, it feels so much bigger than anything we’ve done. Heavier. Weighted. And it scares the living shit out of me.
“Cade,” I warn.
A nip on my earlobe. “Hmm?”
“Mom and Declan will be home in the morning.”
Hot breath whispers across my cheek. “Exactly. We have plenty of time.”
My walls are crumbling faster than I can rebuild them.
“Cade.”
“Seba.”
Our noses bump. What are your intentions with him? Andrea saw right through me. But it doesn't matter. I’m not allowed to have this, so I throw up one last pathetic line of defense.
“We need to stop.”
His lips graze mine with every word. “You see the world in black and white— right and wrong. It's time you realize it's an array of color.”
It’s featherlight at first— a phantom kiss.
Until it’s not.
He sucks my bottom lip, rolling it through his teeth and drawing a moan out of me.
Gripping his hair, I angle him for better access.
He breaks for a breath that I inhale, sweeping my tongue into his mouth.
Sweet. Just like he smells. I groan and deepen the kiss, losing myself in the languid stroke of his tongue.
Before I know it, my fortress lies in rubble at Cade Warren’s feet.
One of those delicious whimpers vibrates from his throat. My hand wanders down his spine to his naked ass and squeezes. He rocks his hips.
“Holy shit,” I gasp as his cock drags against mine.
He snickers and grinds down on me again. “There’s so much I can show you. Things that feel incredible… for both of us.”
My hips move on their own, syncing to his rhythm. Every pass sends shockwaves through me. Then he snakes a hand down, grasping both our cocks and reducing me to a primal need for the second time in less than an hour.
“Jesus, hold on—”
“Stop fighting it,” he whispers into a messy kiss.
“Cade.” His name is the only word I know as he strokes us into oblivion.
It’s building in my groin. My balls draw up tight.
I’m unravelling. Too soon and not soon enough.
Wrapping an arm around his waist, I flip us.
He laughs and it tastes like reckless sin.
His nails scrape up my back as I take over, rutting our cocks together while he jerks us, rough and erratic.
His legs tremble. I fuse our lips, drinking his gasps and moans.
Then he arches, his jaw going slack with his climax. My vision blacks out. The orgasm rips through me violently.
“Goddamn,” he sighs.
Spent and exhausted, I bury my face in his neck. “Mhmm.”
His fingertips trace the scratches he carved into my shoulders. Then I remember what he said earlier.
I prop up on my elbows and glare down at him. “How many guys have you been with?”
He squints. “Two. Well, now three.”
I fucking hate that.
“How many girls?”
He thinks for a second. “Three.”
Hate that too.
“And did you… do it… with all of them?”
The bastard's smug smirk is pissing me off.
“Do what?”
He's the bane of my existence. “You know.”
He feigns confusion. “Kiss them? Sure.”
Christ, this asshole is gonna make me say it. Gritting my teeth, I hiss, “Sex.”
“Ahh,” he nods. “Yeah, I've done that.”
I'm convinced he gets off on tormenting me. “Obviously. With how many of them?”
“Uh-ohhh, someone's jealous,” he sings.
“That's not an answer.”
He walks two fingers up my neck. “If I tell you, you gotta promise not to hunt them down and crucify them.”
“How. Many.”
“Enough to figure out what I like.” He shrugs. Like it's no big deal. Like it's not actually making me murderous.
“And Marcus?”
“We fooled around, but no anal.”
Oh fucking hell. I shove away, but his ankles lock around my lower back. He's suction cupped to me like a damn octopus. Scowling, I try to peel him off while he grins like a maniac. He grabs my face and yanks me down so I have no choice but to look at him.
“I’ve been with people, get over it. But…” His hands slide into my hair. “It didn’t feel like this.”
His lips skim mine. I pull back again.
“What about with Andrea?”
He’s not laughing anymore. The pause is enough to make my heart plummet.
“She told you we kissed.”
I nod.
Fingertips trace my brow. Down the slope of my nose. Across the seam of my lips. Those eyes bore into me, unflinching. Not hiding the emotion swimming in them.
“She’s special,” he admits.
I can’t deny it.
“She is.” Gravel lines my throat. “But so are you.”
Which makes choosing impossible.