CHAPTER SIX
ELIJAH
W ide eyes stared back at me. For a moment, I wondered if I’d pushed my luck a touch too far. Then Cadance peeled off her jacket, her gaze never wavering from mine as she folded the faded denim into a neat square.
Cadance turned away to place her jacket where I showed her on top of my books, then turned back to me, running her fingers along the thin straps of her dress.
“Hold that thought.” I swallowed hard and leaned back to dim the lights just enough to see slightly more than her silhouette.
If Cadance was going to strip for me, I wanted to see her, but I didn’t want to scare any local townspeople out taking a late walk.
She was already struggling for acceptance and while I could deal with a certain level of reputation, the local rumor mill in full production at Forest Grove would hurt her a hell of a lot more than it would me.
“Should we be somewhere less public?" She glanced at the front window that I’d overcrowded with display gourds earlier in the evening for exactly this reason.
“No, glitter bomb,” I said softly. “I want to do this right here, tonight. Let me see you, because I want you spread open for me on that benchtop like a treat made just for me.”
She shivered, one arm wrapping around herself. I held my breath, barely grazing my fingertips along her arm. Cadance lifted her chin and pushed one shoulder strap down with a flick coated in her personal brand of defiance. Against herself or me, I wasn't sure.
The other strap went next, and then the whole dress just slithered over her body like a sheath.
And suddenly I was staring at an expanse of creamy, curved skin without a speck of lace or undergarments marring my sight.
Rounded arms led to full breasts tipped with dusky, peaked nipples begging to be toyed with.
I ached to know if she moaned or cried out if I sucked on them while I pushed my fingers into her bald pussy.
Her tummy was rounded too, just perfectly so, to match her full hips and the ass I’d played with on my lap when she got herself off for me the night before.
And there, against that perfect skin, was a wide patch of crisscrossed lines, thin where someone had hacked into her body, breaking that flawless skin.
Suddenly I had my answer on her career choices, why she froze up that first night with me, and the act of defiance undressing just now.
My throat dried and I realized just how unprepared I was for this moment.
“Who did this to you, glitter bomb,” I asked softly, raking my gaze over her body, seeking other damage. But anything else she hid was on the inside.
She shook back her glorious golden mane and met my gaze head on. “What you see is what you get, cowboy. I’m just one of thousands of women who picked the wrong man to marry. ‘The safe one’.” Her lips twisted into a smile I hated.
“He did this to you.” My voice flattened. I tried to keep the anger away that bloomed low in me, but I couldn’t keep it down. “Fuck, glitter bomb, I’ll?—”
“He doesn't matter. Nothing else does. Just us. Here. And your funky capybara pastry that tastes like strawberries and springtime.” That blast of defiance was back in her eyes, daring me to defy her.
I didn’t want to defy her. I wanted to fall to my knees and worship her like the mountain goddess she was destined to become. I opened my mouth, but nothing, not a single damn sound, came out.
“Am I too much?” She peeked at me from beneath thick, curled lashes, her blonde hair bobbing around her face.
The faintest hint of a coy smile flickered at the corners of her lips like she knew the exact effect she had on me, standing there as bare as anything, scars and all, and proud of her survival. Hell, I was damn proud of her, too.
“You’re never too much for me,” I promised, unclenching my hands from my sides. I ached to touch her, but my brain jammed at the sight of her perfection right in front of me.
She seemed to get the message, and the hint of a smile became a full blown flirtation that knocked me back a step as she sashayed into me, hips swaying, hair tossed back, the whole deal.
Full breasts pressed to my chests as she rose up onto her toes. My hands were finally my own, grazing over those luscious as all fuck hips I’d dreamed about for the past few nights.
“Hells, glitter bomb. Can I touch, or am I on looking only duties?” I asked reverently.
“Touch me, please,” she breathed, rising up as high as she could.
I caught her waist, sinking my fingers into her luscious curves and let out a groan.
“You gonna let me live out the fantasy I planned now, glitter girl?” I pulled her close, letting her feel how tight the inside space of my jeans had become the moment she dropped that dress.
“I’m gonna lift you up and turn around, okay? It might get a little cold.”
She had a question in her eyes I answered with a quick kiss, squeezing her waist and lifted her off her feet.
Breath whooshed from her, bringing a little squeak with it.
Cadance laced her arms and legs around my neck and hips, clinging to me.
I nearly gave up on the plan then and there, found a comfortable, spare piece of wall and fucked us into tomorrow.
But I had the plan, the fantasy laid out, and I wasn’t about to break that when she was right here, pressed to me.
Cadance yelped when I placed her butt on the sugar dusted metal bench I’d clean up later, the unforgiving surface chill beneath her heated skin. She panted softly, her breasts rising and falling, nipples grazing my shirt as she stared up at me where I stood between her soft, curved thighs.
“What now?” she whispered, sinking back into herself.
“Uh uh, glitter bomb. You come right on back to me. I want to hear you tonight. Every damn moan,” I murmured., pushing her thighs open wider.
She let me, her eyes curious as I knelt, palming her inner thighs to hold her wide for me, and licked her glistening folds. A gasp left her, and her palms slapped the bench top.
I hummed my approval. “Christ, you’re sweet. That’s it, Cadance, let me hear everything you feel. Show me what my girl likes.”
She shivered above me as I traced the shape of her with my tongue, exploring gently. Her thighs quivered beneath my hands, tensing and pressing inwards when I found her sensitive spots or delved my tongue inside her hole, slowly fucking her and tasting her sweetness.
Her slick dripped lower. I lapped it up, unwilling to waste anything she gave me before I rose up to tap the tip of my tongue on her clit.
Cadance’s head fell back, and she sighed, rolling her hips up to meet my mouth. “Yes, please,” she murmured.
Not begging, exactly, more dreamlike. I could work with that.
Scooping a fingertip’s worth of dusted sugar from the bench, I brushed it across her clit and folds, then dipped my mouth to suckle it off.
“Fuck, that’s sweet, Cadance,” I groaned, imagining her covered in the sticky strawberry mixture, and sucking it off her until she writhed for me, coming until she was clean again.
I lapped at her clit as she shivered. Her thighs tensed against my palms and a keening cry broke from her lips.
I sucked her clit into my mouth, pulsing my tongue over the tight bud, and she broke softly for me.
Her body arched, hands tangling in my hair as she rode her orgasm out on my face.
Hell, if I could drown in her sweetness, I'd still be addicted to her taste.
Cleaning her gently, I let her come down, freeing one hand to unbutton my shirt and shuck it onto the floor behind me.
I worked a few buttons free on my jeans as I rose, tracing the shape of her throbbing flesh with my other hand.
She let me play, laying back across my benchtop. Her silky blonde hair hung off the edge in a golden cascade. I leaned over her body to dust her nipples with sugar then sucked it off, repeating the process until she gushed against my gentle fingers playing in her pussy.
“Fuck, you feel heavenly, glitter bomb,” I murmured. “Gonna let me sink into you now? Can I fill you up bare?” I wanted to so damn bad, but I’d stop everything the moment she said so.
“I’m safe,” she whispered. “I’ve got an implant and I haven’t been able to be with…’ her hand drifted across her tummy as her words failed.
I dusted sugar across the backs of her fingers, over her tummy and scars, then licked and sucked that off her skin too.
“Every inch of you is so beautiful, Cadance," I rasped.
“Every,” —I notched my cock at her entrance— “Single,” —I slid in an inch and waited as she gasped and writhed prettily for me— “Inch.” I pushed home, all the way, eased by her slick heat.
Her pussy enveloped my length. I fought back the tingle that started low in my spine, working my cock in shallow thrusts until I managed control of my own body.
Her soft cries told me I needed to be deeper inside her.
I jacked my hips, snapping my thrust at the end, and revelled in her scream.
Hell, that sound would live rent free in my head for months to come.
I knew that, and I did the whole thing again, over and over, until she was gasping and twisting beneath me.
Her pussy gripped my cock like a vice, milking me before her next orgasm had started.
I gritted my teeth, leaning down to suck her nipples.
“You’re so sweet, Cadance. I want to wake you up sucking on your nipples and see if you can come on my cock while I slide inside you every morning before you’re fully awake.
See how much you’ll gush all over your thighs for me to lick up later, huh? ”
She moaned, arching on my bench as her heat tightened inside.
I couldn't breathe as she came, her pussy clamped down so tight I thought I’d found sweet heaven.
Her scream in my ear as I gathered her in my arms, calling my name, was the last thing I remembered before I drove deep inside her and spend myself with her legs wrapped around my hips, and her nails digging into the back of my neck.
I lay there with her, both of us covered in sugar as her body offered the sort of warmth and softness I never wanted to leave.
“Fuck, glitter bomb. Next time, I’m taking you back to the ranch and you’re staying in my cabin overnight. Alright?” I murmured into her skin, still intent on sucking and licking every inch of her.
“You have a cabin? That sounds nice,” she breathed wistfully.
I shifted my hips and she gasped, still super sensitive after coming so hard for me.
“Damn, woman. I thought you were my new addiction. But licking you is my obsession.” I slid out of her, slithered down her belly and licked my way to her pussy, lapping at her skin.
“No, what–” she stared, then moaned as my tongue lapped gently at her folds, cleaning her sweetly.
I worked my way back to her clit, circling the bud that tightened beneath my attention.
Her hands tangled in my hair, showing me exactly what she needed this time.
I smiled against her tender flesh, working her until she burst for me.
Her screams rasped, voice strained and I knew she was done, if for now.
Standing on straining legs of my own, I scooped her into my arms, and headed into the downstairs shower, flicking it on. “You like a hot shower?”
“Mhmm,” she murmured drowsily.
I laughed, giddy with the pure pleasure of having given her what I hoped she wanted most. Cadance crashed against me as I washed her gently, cleaning the stickiness off her body, making sure she stayed warm as I washed her hair.
She curled against my chest as I washed myself, then wrapped her in a thick towel of my own.
“You gonna come upstairs with me?” I asked softly. “Sometimes I sleep here. Thought it might be easiest since your van will probably be ready tomorrow. I’ll work at the ranch and then come back to get you, okay?”
She nodded, her eyes half closed as she followed me up the stairs, her hand clasped in mine. I’d have to repeat that to her tomorrow, but that was okay. I’d take whatever time she needed. Cadance Webster was my glitter bomb and making her smile was my mission.
Maybe tonight we could catch a little shut eye, too.