Chapter 34
CAYDEN
The taillights of the car vanish behind the hedge of my driveway.
My mother actually hugged me before getting in.
My father gave me an appreciative clap on the shoulder and talked about regular Sunday dinners.
They’ve gained a grandson and want to make up for lost time.
Hailey just shot me a triumphant grin before climbing into her SUV with the twins.
The house is strangely quiet as I lock the front door. Parker is fast asleep in his bed upstairs. The day has drained us all. We’d silently agreed earlier to spend the rest of the evening in the basement.
I walk down the stairs to the spa area. My bare feet spring on the tiles. The air grows warmer with every step. The scent of chlorine drifts toward me. The water of the large swimming pool rests completely still in the dim light. The hot tub in the corner bubbles quietly.
Jade is already sitting in the swirling water. Her hair is pinned up; her black bikini stands out sharply against her pale skin. The massage jets churn the water around her. She has her eyes closed, her head tilted back.
I pull my T-shirt over my head and toss the fabric onto a chair. I’m only wearing my trunks. I step over the edge. The hot water immediately envelops my calves. I sink onto the bench opposite her.
She opens her eyes and smiles.
“I still can’t believe you knew the whole time,” she says, incredulous.
I just grin. A broad, self-satisfied grin that comes from deep in my gut. No words. I don’t need any. The grin says it all: Yes, I knew. And yes, I’ve enjoyed every second of having you back.
“We made it through,” I say instead, stretching my legs under the water until my feet touch hers.
She nods. “Your parents reacted fantastically. Better than I ever expected.”
I slide a bit closer to her. The water carries my weight effortlessly. My knees brush her thighs. “But now… now I just want you.”
Her expression turns serious instantly. Worry carves a line into her forehead. “We need to talk, Cayden. We…”
I lift my hand and brush a wet strand of hair from her face. My fingers slide over her warm cheek, then lower, across her neck. “That can wait.”
She opens her mouth for another protest, but I don’t give her the chance. I pull her hard against me, pressing my mouth to hers. The resistance vanishes from her body instantly. Her hands move to my nape, burying themselves in my hair, pulling me closer. The kiss explodes.
My tongue enters her mouth and dances with hers.
The bubbling water laps at our bodies; the jets massage my back muscles while my hands slide over her wet skin.
The clasp of her bikini top rubs against my palms. I tug at it, snapping it open with one jerk.
The fabric loosens, drifting away in the water.
Her bare breasts press against my chest; her firm nipples rub against my skin.
“I want you, Jade…” I growl against her lips.
She answers with a moan that comes from deep in her throat. Her legs wrap around my hips under the water. I feel her heat, even through the hot tub water. My hands slide lower, grabbing her ass, pressing her against my hardness that’s been straining painfully against my trunks for minutes.
I stand up, lifting her with me. Water pours off us in streams, forming puddles on the tiles. I carry her the few steps to the nearest oversized lounge bed, pressing her back onto the thick, soft cushions. The material soaks up the water immediately, but I don't care. I only want her.
Her hands are already tugging at my trunks. She pulls them down; my cock springs free, thick, throbbing. She grips it immediately, pumping once, twice, firm. I hiss, biting her shoulder.
“Slow down, baby… or I’ll go before I’m even inside you.”
She laughs a laugh full of desire. “Then hurry up.”
I yank her bikini bottoms down and toss them away. She lies naked before me, legs spread. She’s dripping with want. I sink between her thighs, spreading them further with my hands, and bury my face in her.
My tongue licks once, long and slow, from bottom to top. She tastes salty, sweet—like woman, like my woman. Jade gasps loudly, her hips jerking up. I suck her clit between my lips, circling it with my tongue while two fingers slide deep inside. She’s tight, hot, clamping around me instantly.
“Cayden… oh God… yes… lick me…”
Water still drips from her body, mixing with her slickness. I suck harder, biting lightly, and she hits her first peak—hard, fast, with a cry that echoes off the tiled walls. Her thighs tremble around my head.
I lick her through the orgasm until she’s just whimpering. Then I straighten up, grab her hips, and flip her over. On all fours. Her ass is arched toward me, perfectly rounded, glistening wet. I position myself at her entrance and thrust deep.
“Fuuuuck!” I groan. The lounge bed creaks loudly under us. I fuck her hard, deep, my hands digging into her hips. Every thrust makes her breasts sway; her moans become louder, more animalistic.
My hips slap against her, the sound mixing with the bubbling of the tub. Sweat and water blend on our skin. I lean forward, cupping her breasts from behind, teasing her nipples, biting her neck. She pushes back against me, taking every thrust, begging for more.
I feel her peaking again. Her walls pulse rhythmically around me. I ram even deeper, holding her steady, and she explodes again, screaming my name, her whole body shaking.
I pull out and flip her back onto her back.
Her eyes are glassy with lust, lips swollen from our kisses.
I lift her legs over my shoulders and enter her again.
This position lets me get even deeper, even more intense.
I fuck her slowly but mercilessly deep, circling my hips, hitting her spot with every stroke.
Her eyes find mine. Everything is burning in them: love, desire, the eleven years we lost. I speed up again, ramming into her until the lounge bed squeaks and slides. Her nails scrape over my back, leaving stinging trails. I feel my own climax rising, hot, unstoppable.
“Come with me,” I pant. “Come again for me.”
She nods, breathing in gasps. I reach between us, rubbing her with my thumb—and she hits a third peak, so violent her eyes roll back.
She milks me, pulling me deeper. I thrust one last time, deep, all the way, and pour into her.
Hot pulses pump out of me, filling her completely.
I roar her name, my body jerking uncontrollably.
We collapse onto the lounge bed together. My weight sinks onto her, but I brace myself so I don't crush her. Our breath is ragged, in sync. Sweat, water, and our fluids mix between our bodies. The bed is completely soaked.
I kiss her forehead, her closed eyelids, her mouth—this time slow and tender. “You’re incredible,” I whisper.
She smiles weakly, stroking my back. “That’s because I’m with the right man.”