7. Skylar
I wakeup to the terrible sound of my phone ringing and find myself staring at a dark sky filled with stars.
I try to sit up but can’t because something massive is on top of me. I look over and see Cade, naked and fast asleep with his arm draped over me.
And then it all comes rushing back to me–the drive here, the walk down to the falls, the skinny dipping, and the mind-blowing intertwining of our bodies.
I belong to him now. My world is forever changed.
I smile, but my phone is still ringing, and there’s really only one person who could be calling me right now. I slide out from under Cade’s arm, snatch up my purse, and answer before it can go to voicemail.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, doing my best to sound like I haven’t just woken up or just rushed to answer. Cade stirs beside me and sits up.
“Who is it?” he asks much too loudly. I spin and shush him. He gets the message.
“Hey, puddin’,” my dad says. “Just calling to see where you were. I was doing some errands, came home, and you weren’t there.”
“Oh, I’m just with Misty. You remember the girl from the tattoo parlor?”
“Isn’t she your boss?” my dad asks.
“Sort of, but not really. It’s more complex than that.”
There’s a long pause, and I feel my blood pressure rising.
“What’s that sound, puddin’?”
“Sound?” I ask.
“Yeah, it sounds like you’re in a wind tunnel or something. Or you’re down by some rapids or something.”
I sigh and almost laugh, realizing my dad’s picked up on the churning of the waterfall rushing into the pond.
“Oh, we’re just driving with a window down,” I reply. “So are you going in tonight?”
I’m anxious to switch the topic of this conversation. I hate lying to my dad and don’t want this to go further where I need to lie even more.
“Yep. Just got called in. There’s leftovers in the fridge if you want them. I’ll be working all night. Probably won’t see you until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Aw, I’m sorry, Pops. You work too hard. If only Beatrice would–”
“We all have to make our own way in life, puddin’,” he interrupts. “You take care. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”
“Take care, Pops.”
He hangs up, and I set my phone down with a sigh. Cade instantly has me in his arms. “What is it, baby?”
“My dad,” I reply. “Working his ass off while my aunt lives up there hoarding all her money to herself. It’s absurd.”
“I’m sorry, Sky,” Cade says sweetly. “If I could do something, anything to fix it–”
“It’s okay,” I say quickly. “It’s not your fault. On a good note, though, you and I have my place to ourselves all night. That is, if you feel like spending it with me…”
“Are you being serious right now?” Cade asks.
I’m so taken aback that an odd sound comes out from my throat. Fortunately Cade smiles, and I immediately calm down. “I want to spend all the time I can with you, Sky.”
I feel silly now for thinking he would have rejected my offer.
God his body looks unbelievable beneath the glow of the moon which highlights the curvature of his muscles like the statue of a Greek god.
He drags his eyes unabashedly up the length of my body, drilling a confidence into me like I’ve never known. Not only do I feel wanted when I’m in Cade’s company, but I also feel more feminine than I’ve ever felt. I actually feel sexy and in touch with my body.
And I’m no longer a virgin…
“So do you want to do it again here?” Cade asks, eyeing his cock, which is close to standing at full attention. “Or should we wait until we get back to your place?”
Just seeing his arousal awakens that fuzzy feeling between my legs once more. It’s just like the first time we met, only way more powerful now that I know what it’s like to have him inside me.
“As badly as I want you,” I whisper, “I’m starting to get cold out here.”
“You’re right. It is cold,” Cade chuckles. He stands, and I once again marvel at his physique. His cock hangs from between his legs like a baby’s arm. “Let’s head back.”
I can’t keep my eyes off him as he dresses, and he holds my hand tightly as we hike back up to his truck. He even holds the door open for me and closes it once I’ve slid in, just like my dad used to do for me when I was little.
Safe.
That’s how I feel around Cade. Among so many other things.
Safe.
It’s a short drive back to Cade’s house, which is actually on the side of town where my aunt lives. It’s not the ultra-luxury side where the uber-rich live, but it’s still nice, especially compared to the trailer park where I live.
“Wow,” I remark as we pull up to it. “You must do well for yourself.”
Cade grins. “It took a long time to make it here, I’ll tell you that. And I’ve still got a long way to go.”
This man just keeps getting more and more impressive. This side of town is the side we call “old money,” meaning generational wealth, people whose parents were rich and left them a substantial inheritance. The fact that Cade got himself this far on his own is a testament to his character.
We kick off our shoes at the door, and he leads me into the kitchen.
“I’m not sure what I’ve got in the fridge,” he says. “But we could always order something–”
“Care to let your new woman cook for you, Daddy?”
He smiles. “Oh, I’ll let my new woman do anything for me.”
Feeling all fuzzy inside, I open the fridge and find he has some fresh salmon just begging to be cooked. I hold it up to him.
“Want to taste my secret recipe?”
“Haven’t I already tasted that?” he asks with a sly grin.
I feign coyness and put a hand over my agape mouth. “You dirty, dirty man!”
Cade chuckles as he comes over and wraps his arms around my waist. “You love it.”
He goes out back and starts up the coals for the fire pit as I prepare dinner. By the time the salmon and mashed potatoes are finished, he already has a table set and drinks poured for us. All that’s left for me to do is bring out the meals like the dutiful woman I am tonight.
I can’t even explain how warm and fuzzy it makes me feel to walk out the door and place the plate I’ve just cooked down in front of him. He looks up at me and smiles, the firelight dancing across his perfectly chiseled jaw and cheekbones, and reaches out and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Thank you, sweetie.”
“Of course.” I smile.
I focus intently as he takes his first bite. I’m practically on the edge of my seat. And when his face lights up, a wonderful feeling comes over me.
“Do you like it?” I ask.
“You could be a professional chef,” he replies. I laugh. “Speaking of, I don’t think you ever told me what you do besides drive me crazy with your sexy good looks.”
If it were brighter out here, he would see me blushing like crazy right now.
“Well, I just started apprenticing at the Dark Forrest Tattoo parlor.”
“Really? You must be a talented artist.”
A thousand lightbulbs go on inside me simultaneously. Aside from Misty and my dad, Cade is the first person to ever show any real interest in my life’s passion. I’m almost at a loss for words.
“Thank you…”
“I’d love to see your portfolio sometime,” he says. “If you’d show me.”
I feel moisture developing in my eyes. I can’t cry right now. We’re eating!
“I would love that,” I say with a smile. “And what about you? You’re going to continue with your landscaping company?”
Cade nods. “Continue and expand actually. I want to get some investors so I can hire more guys and get more trucks so I can work more houses. Bring in a lot more money that way.”
“So you’d just basically run the business? Book jobs, make the schedule and then send out your guys?”
Cade chuckles and shakes his head. “No, I’d hire someone for that. I’d still be the boss, but I’d need to be out working with my hands. That’s what keeps me feeling alive. Living cooped up in some office staring at a computer screen all day? No thank you.”
I love this man.
I love how manly he is. I love how considerate he was that night in the back of his truck.
I love how he planned out our trip to the waterfall because he wanted my first time to be special. I love how he cares about my passion in life.
And I love how he has one of his own.
We sit together by the coals, eating, talking, and looking up at the stars until our plates are clean. I stand and offer to take them into the kitchen, but he refuses to let me.
“You cooked, I clean. That’s how it works.”
I stand by the kitchen island and watch him at the sink as he hand-washes the dishes and sets them in a drying rack. There’s just something so sensual about seeing him do things. I don’t care what it is, I could watch him for hours.
He turns back to me and smiles. “I know I have a dishwasher, but I never use it. I grew up poor, and we never had one, so I guess it’s just engrained in me to wash dishes by hand.”
I can’t even respond. I just stand there eyeballing him, giving him every ounce of my rapt attention. A drawn-out silence follows as he stalks across the room toward me, eyeing every inch of my body with his lustful eyes.
By the time he reaches me, my breasts feel plump beneath my dress and my nipples are puckering at attention.
He doesn’t waste a second as he pins me up against the wall and slips a hand between my thighs, spreading them forcefully to get what he wants. His thick, rough, callused hand sliding up my thigh to my warm sex causes my heart to pound wildly.
“Oh, you’re already wet, little girl,” he growls into my ear, taking my wrist and forcing my hand between his legs. “And you feel what that does to me?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper as I grope his enormous bulge beneath his jeans.
“Take it out so Daddy can fuck your little tight pussy,” he commands. And obediently, I obey.
I pop his button and tug down his zipper, and just as I’m working on getting his pants down, he slips a finger inside me, and I jolt like I’ve been struck by a bolt of lightning.
“Oh, yes,” he purrs. “You’re dripping already, baby.”
All thought leaves my mind, but I am aware enough to hear the sound of his pants hitting the floor.
The next thing I know, I’m being bent over the kitchen island and Cade is lifting my dress up over my waist.
“A perfect ass too,” he mutters as he presses the crown of his cock against my entrance. “Is there anything about you that isn’t perfection?”
I open my mouth to speak, but before I can, Cade slides every single inch of his massive manhood deep inside me.
I cry out.
I grip the countertop as every nerve ending in my body sparks with pleasure.
Whatever minor bit of pain is there from his girth stretching me is immediately overwhelmed by the incredible bliss that washes over me like a golden wave.
“Fuck, that pussy’s good, little girl,” he groans as he pumps inside me, his cock thicker than a can of Liquid Death, molding my inner walls to his fit.
“Yeah? Am I a good girl for you, Daddy?”
“Oh, yes. You’re good for Daddy,” he growls back, snatching my ass and spreading me wide open as he plunges his cock even deeper. I gasp as I feel him all the way up in my stomach, as though he’s about to hollow me out.
I can feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs. I’m so turned on. Cade is helping me awaken so much about myself I never even knew existed.
My sex flexes as though I’m having a muscle spasm as he pumps me. He spanks me hard, and I go off, clamping down on his cock as a powerful orgasm seizes me, causing my legs to shake so hard I nearly fall down.
But Cade grabs me and holds me up, pressing me against the island as he rams his cock deep, spraying his seed inside me, heightening my orgasm a thousand times over.
We come together like a couple dancing. I feel jet after jet of his thick, precious milk coat my walls, his hands firmly clamped around my waist like an enormous pair of vise grips.
My head is spinning.
I can’t think. I can’t even hear right. It’s like being underwater or experiencing one of those Hollywood movie effects where everything sounds kind of muted or droned out. But I know I’m moaning, and I know Cade is groaning because I can feel the vibrations through his chest, which is pressed firmly against my back.
A few moments tick by before he slips out of me. He spins me into a deep, delicious kiss and holds me up, which is good, because I barely have my wits about me.
This is what it’s like to get your brains fucked out of you, I guess.
“Come on, girl,” he whispers into my ear. “Let’s get you up to bed.”