Chapter 10 #2
Her smile was weak. “She loves you very much.”
He nodded. “She does. She can’t wait to meet you, by the way.”
Trixie cocked her head. “You told her about me?”
“Baby,” he smiled, “I told her about you the day we met. I said ‘Gran, I met a girl. She’s far too good for me, but I’m going to make her mine anyway.’”
Trixie giggled, ducking her head to hide her blush. “No, you didn’t.”
He waited for her to lift her head again before saying, “Yes, I did.” Her cheeks blazed. Cayden indicated to her plate. “Are you done?” She nodded. “Good, because I’d very much like to take you inside and make love to you in our house.”
They put their dirty dishes in the sink, ignoring the mess in the kitchen. He took her hand and led her towards the master bedroom.
Trixie had spent a lot of time redecorating her abuelo’s old room.
She’d long ago donated his bed set, but she’d left everything else as he had.
It had been years since his death, and she had only just packed up all of his clothing and belongings for donation.
She kept a few things, like the pictures he’d kept on his dresser and his coveralls with the original Romero’s logo on it under his name.
There was still a hint of paint fumes in the air.
When she’d donated the remainder of the bedroom furniture, she’d also had them take the old dining room table set, the living room couch, and lounge chair.
Before her new furniture was delivered, Trixie had had new floors installed.
The layout of the downstairs was mostly laminate hardwood flooring, leaving the only carpeting on the first floor in the master bedroom.
Her abuelo’s walls had been a light shade of gray.
She’d repainted them to a light shade of lilac that had caught her eye.
To keep the room from seeming too girly, she’d gone with a black and white comforter set.
The four-poster king bed and matching dressers were dark cherry.
Her apartment at Romero’s was a queen bed, but she liked the idea of getting a king for the house.
The master bathroom had dual sinks with a large corner tub and a shower stall.
There was a small walk-in closet where she had her new towels, spare sheets, and laundry basket.
She wasn’t sure what she would do with the apartment at Romero’s when they officially moved in here.
Maybe she would keep it in case one or both of them were working late and wanted to crash at the shop instead of driving home.
Trixie smiled. They were actually doing this. In a little over two weeks, they would be moving in together. Like a real couple. Domesticated.
She felt his knuckles trail down her cheek. “What brought on that look?”
Trixie grabbed his callused hand and kissed his palm.
“I’m happy. I was so nervous to ask you to move in with me.
We’d never really talked about what would happen after your parole was up.
We kept counting down to it, but we never said what would happen afterwards.
” She gripped his hand to her chest. “I want this, Cayden. I want us to live here. Be that annoying neighbor couple who hosts outside barbecues but somehow always tricks someone else into manning the grill. I want us to drive into work together and maybe…maybe one day raise a family here.” Her bottom lip started to tremble. “Cayden, I—”
He cut her off with a rough kiss. Trixie gripped him tight, only slightly perturbed that he’d prevented her from continuing. Cayden skillfully dipped his tongue into her mouth and dragged her lip through his teeth.
She felt her back hit the mattress and gasped.
She hadn’t felt him move them. In a quick, practiced motion, he had her pants unbuttoned and unzipped.
He kissed his way down her throat, past her breasts, over her belly and down to her navel.
Trixie squealed when he yanked her jeans down, revealing her lacy panties.
He pulled off her jeans and then placed a knee between her legs on the mattress.
Their eyes locked as he pulled off his shirt.
She let out an appreciative sigh. She never got tired of seeing his well-formed physique.
He leaned over to kiss that spot just under her ear he loved so much.
Basking in euphoria, Trixie dug her nails into the hard muscles of his back.
Together they wormed their way onto the center of the bed.
He raised up on his knees to unbutton his jeans.
He pushed them down to his knees before bending over to kiss the exposed valley of skin between her breasts.
She used her feet to push his pants down the rest of the way.
A kick on her part and they hit the floor by hers.
Feeling his bare skin, she tipped her head down to confirm with her eyes. “Have you been going commando all day?”
He nodded against her breasts. “It’s Friday. I try for less clothing to have to take off later than more.”
She smiled wide. “I approve.”
He wiggled his eyebrows wickedly. “Good. Sit up.” He went back on his heels, straddling her legs.
She rose and took off her top before he could.
His hands cupped her tits. “God, I can’t wait until I get to see these daily.
Wake up every day with you,” he dipped his head to place a kiss on her throat, “and go to sleep with you in my arms every night. That’s the dream, Trixie. You’re my dream.”
A shiver ran through Trixie. “Soon.”
He nodded against her skin. He blindly reached for a pillow.
He placed it behind her on the bed and then laid her back down.
Cayden spread himself out over her, taking his time to kiss every inch of her body.
He started up at her ears and worked his way down her throat to her breasts where he feasted like a starving man on each nipple.
His hands worked in unison, massaging her scalp, shoulders, arms, and breasts as he moved onto a different part of her body.
She was a rapturous pile of mush by the time he made it down to her navel.
Oddly, he skipped over her lace-covered sex and paid attention to each leg. He knelt on the floor by the bed to thoroughly massage and kiss each of her feet.
“Look at me, baby girl.”
It took great effort to lift her head. When had he gotten her panties off?
He’d either had a condom already on his person or he’d found the stash she’d put in the nightstand.
She watched as he rolled the latex down his cock.
He crawled his way back onto the bed between her legs, gripping her ankles to widen them.
“Trixie.” She met his mismatched eyes. “I need to say this, even if it’s just once, even if you don’t say it back.
” Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing exactly what he was about to say.
Her mind worked on overdrive, needing to memorize every detail of this moment, knowing just how monumental it was for the rest of her life.
“You’re beautiful. You’re perfect. You smell like grease and motor oil.
You can take apart a V8 engine blindfolded, which is so unbelievably sexy.
Fuck, baby, what I’m really badly trying to say is that I love you. ”
She felt herself shiver as her heart swelled in her chest and a wide smile spread over her lips.
Her ears hummed like they were soaking up his words and craving more.
Trixie reached for his hands. When he gave them, she pulled herself up onto his knees.
She could feel his covered cock pressed between their bellies.
Trixie wrapped her arms around his neck. “You silly man, that’s what I was going to say.”
She lifted herself up, using one hand to hold onto his shoulders and the other to maneuver his hardness to her opening. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto him.
They both groaned in unison.
“Say it,” he gritted out. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. “Say the words, Trix.”
Using her fingertips, she traced his face from forehead to chin. “I love you, Cayden Russo.” She rose and then back down on his cock. She trembled at the feel of him rubbing against her inner walls. “I love you,” she said again.
Suddenly she found herself flipped over onto her belly on the mattress.
Cayden pressed his hard body against her back, sliding back into her in a single motion.
Trixie shoved the pillow out of the way so she could breathe.
She tipped her head to the left as he pressed his mouth into his spot just below her ear.
Holding onto her hips, Cayden ground himself into her over and over again. Trixie gasped and moaned. She craved release while never wanting this to end. His teeth gripped her ear lobe, causing her to groan.
“Please,” she managed to plead out. “Cayden, please…”
“Come with me,” he drawled into her ear. His speed picked up. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
“Cayden!” she shouted as her body convulsed. Pleasure ripped through her veins as she saw fireworks behind her eyelids.
She heard him grunt, “Fuck, baby! I love you! I love you so goddamn much!” before his body convulsed over hers.
Both gasping for air, silence fell as they savored the moment. Light kisses trailed up her spine, drawing a smile to her lips. Carefully, he pulled out of her and then journeyed to the bathroom to dispose of the filled condom.
Trixie rolled onto her side to watch him. He carried a washcloth back to her. He proceeded to wash between her legs before tossing the cloth unceremoniously towards the bathroom.
Cayden stretched out on the bed next to her. He touched her lazily, trailing his fingers up and down her side. It was a good thing she wasn’t ticklish. “How did an ex-biker like me get so fucking lucky with an amazing girl like you?”
She grinned teasingly at him. “I believe you won a bet.”
He shook his head. “That bet gained me a kiss. You’re so much better a prize and I am completely unworthy of you.”