Chapter 39
cade
She stirs against me, and my skin tingles where it touches hers. My arm is draped over her waist as I lazily trace the curve of her hip, my torso against her back. My erection is nestled snugly between her cheeks.
There is comfort in this—familiarity, joy, love…peace.
She shifts slightly, arching her back just enough to press herself more firmly against me. A low, sleepy groan escapes me, and my fingers tighten on her hip.
“Mornin’, Dove.” My breath is warm against her neck, and I smile at the shiver that runs down her spine. I kiss her shoulder.
“Morning,” she whispers back, her voice husky.
Then she reaches behind her, her fingers brushing the coarse hair of my thigh, inching upward until she finds me—hot, thick, and pulsing. She gives my cock a gentle squeeze. My breath hitches. My hips jerk forward instinctively.
“Fuck, Sarah.”
I slide my hand up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over her nipple until it pebbles under my touch. My mouth finds the curve of her neck; my teeth graze her skin as I bite down softly. She gasps, her hips rolling back against me.
“You’re wet, Dove.” I cup her and feel the wetness pooling between her legs. Her pussy lips are slick. She’s ready for me.
Instead of answering, she lets go of my cock long enough to guide me to her entrance, her breath catching as the head of my penis presses against her folds. “Cade,” she breathes, her voice trembling, “please—”
How often did we make love like this as teenagers when I used to sneak into her bedroom? So, so often, because I was always so hungry for her, wanting her, wanting to be inside her.
I push into her, inch by torturous inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. She clenches around me, her walls tightening instinctively.
I swear under my breath, my hips grinding against her ass as I pray for control. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
I pull out slowly, only to thrust back in with a deep, possessive stroke.
Sarah’s fingers claw at the sheets as I set a slow, deliberate rhythm, each plunge sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
I cup her breasts, kneading and squeezing, my thumbs brushing over her nipples until she’s moaning, her hips rocking back to meet my every move.
I feel the tension build, hot and heavy in my belly, my body coiling tighter and tighter.
She moves a hand to her clit and starts to circle. I am mesmerized by this sensuous woman who takes control of her pleasure—and aroused, so fucking aroused.
“Fuck, baby, that’s so sexy.”
My pace quickens as I watch her fingers on her cunt, my hips slapping against hers as I drive into her deeper, harder. The slick sounds of our bodies moving together, mixed with the heady scent of sex, are erotic.
“Move your finger faster, Dove,” I order.
She does as I say, rubbing herself in quick, tight circles.
“You need to get there, Sarah, ‘cause I’m gonna blow.” My voice is rough and demanding.
She shatters at my words, her orgasm crashing over her, her body clamping down around me as she moans my name. I follow her over the edge with a harsh groan, my hips stuttering as I spill into her, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I come.
We collapse together, our bodies still trembling with aftershocks.
As we calm, I press a soft kiss to her shoulder, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. “Never gonna get enough of you.” My voice is thick with satisfaction.
She looks over her shoulder, but before she can say a word, the thunder of little feet rattles down the hall.
“Daddy!” Evie yells, and then she’s bursting into the room with Bandit hot on her heels.
Sarah startles, pulling the quilt up, just as Evie launches herself onto the bed, grinning ear to ear. Bandit leaps up after her, tail whipping like a lasso.
“Dr. K!” Evie squeals, throwing her arms around Sarah. “You slept here?!”
Sarah grimaces, but nods.
“With Daddy?” she asks innocently as she hugs me and kisses my cheek.
Sarah looks just about ready to combust; she’s blushing so hard. “Yeah,” she whispers.
Evie claps her hands, bouncing so hard the mattress shakes. “Bobby’s parents also sleep in the same bed. So, we’re a family now.”
I damn near choke on my own breath. Sarah’s eyes go wide, and she bites her lip, like she doesn’t know what to say, but Evie just sits between us, perfectly happy.
Then Tillie appears in the doorway, hands on her hips. “Joy just dropped her off. I told her to wait, but—” She smiles slowly like she won a bet.
Sarah is gripping the duvet like her life depends on it; it’s down to my waist, and there’s no denying that we’re probably, most likely, both naked beneath it. “Well, would you look at that. About damn time.”
Behind her, Dodge leans on the doorframe, grinning like a fox. “Never thought I’d see it. Cade Mercer finally pulled his head outta his ass.”
“Is everyone here?” Sarah hisses, horrified.
“Nah, just Tillie and me.” Dodge gives us a slow appraisal. “But I can invite the other hands. They’ve been takin’ bets, ya know. I think Vernie won the pot.”
Sarah hides her face in Evie’s hair, and Bandit barks like he’s in on the joke.
“Shut up, Dodge.” I flip him off.
“Relax, boss. I’m happy for ya. Maybe now you’ll stop being so ornery. You know, like a bull in—”
Tillie swats him on the arm and drags him away. “Leave him be. Man’s in love.”
Sarah’s cheeks pinken at that, but she doesn’t let go of my daughter. And I don’t let go of her.
My house feels…like a home. My girl, my Dove, my kid, even the damn dog, all tangled together in my bed.
I don’t know what I did to deserve this second chance, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I do.