Chapter Nine – Caden
Caden
Lilibeth held tight to my hand as I led her out of my room and down the hall to the kitchen.
My head spun as I tried to navigate the different emotions I was feeling.
What just happened in my bedroom was one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
I’d never felt like that before with anyone, not even Rachel…
and that realization was throwing me for a fucking loop.
Was it just because I knew she was a virgin, completely untouched? Had that somehow made all of this feel so different?
Seeing Lilibeth in my robe, knowing she was naked underneath, was driving me insane, and I made a mental note to try to keep my eyes off her while I cooked.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked.
I winked. “You just sit there and let me make you something to eat.”
Her brows rose, and her cheeks flushed slightly. “I don’t mind helping.”
It wasn’t lost on me how completely different Lilibeth was from Rachel in just about every way.
Rachel would have stayed in bed, expecting me to bring her food, and, while I was at it, go out and find fresh flowers.
Maybe that was also why this seemed so unlike any other time I’d been with a woman.
Lilibeth was just…different. A good kind of different.
With a quick shake of my head, I pushed all thoughts of Rachel—and any other woman, for that matter—far away.
“I want to cook for you,” I finally answered, “you’re my guest, after all. Plus, my mother would be furious if you’d been lost in a snowstorm and she found out I brought you home just to cook for me.”
Her hair was a mess, but damn if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And I truly meant it. When I’d said as much to her earlier, something like doubt crossed her face, and I wanted to kiss away any negative thoughts she was having.
“Are you sore?” I asked again, reaching for a frying pan.
“A bit, but nothing too bad.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “No regrets?”
She shook her head. “None. Are you sure I can’t do anything?”
“Tell me you like French toast.”
She grinned. “I love French toast.”
I got to work with the bacon. “Good, because I make a damn good French toast.”
“Really? What makes it so damn good?”
“Vanilla and pumpkin spice added to the eggs.”
Her brows went up. “That sounds good.”
“What about the store today?” I asked, as I got the eggs out.
Lilibeth glanced out the window, where it was still snowing heavily.
“I doubt anyone will bother to open today, with the way this snow is still coming down. I think I lost my phone in the snow when Lyra threw me. I hope Moreen doesn’t try to get to the store.
I’m sure she’s texted me at least once.”
“Do you want to use my phone to call Emeline?”
“That would be great. I don’t have anyone’s numbers memorized. She can let Moreen know for me.”
“It’s plugged in next to my bed.”
She slid off the stool. “You don’t mind?”
“Please, make yourself at home, Lilibeth.”
A shy smile appeared on her face as she headed back toward my bedroom. I looked back at the eggs and realized that, aside from my sisters and mother, Lilibeth was the only woman who’d ever been in my house. At least the finished product. The house I’d thought I would be sharing with—
I shut that thought down. Old habits die hard, as they say.
Lilibeth appeared with my phone and handed it to me. I unlocked it, pulled up Emeline’s number, and gave it back to her.
She tapped the phone and put it up to her ear, a soft blush on her face.
“Hey, no, it’s Lilibeth. I’m still at your brother’s house, he’s letting me use his phone.”
She looked up at me, and I winked. She smiled and turned away. Fuck if her innocence wasn’t hot as hell.
I reached up and rubbed at the strange twinge in my chest.
“Um…everything’s good. No, I’m fine here.”
If I knew my sister, she’d asked if Lilibeth wanted to leave. If she had to get into a plow herself, Emeline would come get her if Lilibeth wanted to go.
“Can we talk about this later?” Lilibeth whispered.
“I just wanted to see if you could call Moreen. I lost my phone yesterday. I’m sure she’s tried to call me.
With this storm, I doubt she’d try to go into the store, but if you wouldn’t mind calling and letting her know we’ll stay closed today, I’d appreciate it. ”
I started on the French toast while Lilibeth was still talking on the phone.
“I promise you, your brother is being…amazing. He’s making French toast right now.”
I could just imagine my sister’s reaction to that.
A minute later, Lilibeth appeared next to me. She sighed. “She wants to talk to you.”
I took the phone. “Hey, sis.”
“Okay, what’s going on? Why does Lilibeth sound different? She doesn’t want to leave, and you’re making her French toast? Did she hit her head or something?”
“I’m not a monster, Emeline.”
The line was silent for a second, then she gasped. “Oh my God! Caden, did something happen between the two of you?”
I handed the phone back to Lilibeth. “She’s asking questions.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Hey, Emeline, we’re about to eat breakfast so—” She sighed. “This isn’t really the best time to talk about it.”
I laughed. My little sister was fiercely protective of her friends, always had been.
“I promise you, I’ve never been better. Emeline! I’m hanging up now.” Lilibeth hit end and set the phone down. “Oh my gosh, your sister is something else.”
“When Emeline loves someone, she loves them fully and is very protective.”
“She actually asked me if we slept together.”
Laughing again, I turned and drew her to me. “If she could see you right now, she’d know.”
Lilibeth narrowed her eyes. “How would she know?”
I let my gaze search her face. “First, you’re in my robe. You also look like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”
Pink crept into her cheeks once again. God, I loved how easily she blushed.
“Plus, you look…happy. Well, happier than usual, Tigger. Thank you for trusting me.”
She looked down, and I lifted her chin with my finger.
“It doesn’t look like this snow is going to let up anytime soon. I know a few ways we can pass the time.”
Her teeth dug into her lower lip and her eyes twinkled.
“Should I show you one of those ways?”
She nodded enthusiastically.
Picking her up, I sat her on the island, then reached behind me to turn off the stove. Standing between her legs, I untied the robe and pushed it open. Her nipples instantly went hard when the cold air touched them. I groaned as I cupped her full breasts and took a nipple into my mouth.
“Caden,” she whispered, as she placed her hands on my shoulders.
I pushed her legs open more and whispered, “Lie back.”
“On the island?” she asked with a nervous laugh.
Nodding, I licked my lips in anticipation of what was to come.
She did as I said, and I pulled her ass to the end of the counter and buried my face between her legs.
“Caden! Oh God!” she cried out.
I was careful to be as gentle as possible, but damn if she didn’t taste like Heaven.
Sliding my hands under her ass to lift her, I sucked and licked on her clit between fucking her with my tongue.
When she started to cry out my name, I had to fight to keep from taking her right there in my kitchen.
That would teach me to slip a condom into my pocket, so I was prepared next time.
When she pushed my head away, I stood and looked down at her, lying on my kitchen island, legs spread open, breathing heavily. Her hair was strewn over the granite, and she looked like a fucking goddess.
Panting, she said, “I think that’s my favorite thing ever now.”
I pulled her up and wrapped the robe back around her. As I started to turn back to the stove, she stopped me.
“Wait. Will you show me how to do that to you?”
My knees about buckled out from under me. “You don’t have to do that, Lilibeth.”
She pouted. “I want to. I’ve never done it before, but I’ve heard plenty of my friends talking about it.”
I closed my eyes and groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
Placing her hands on my chest, she whispered, “Please, Caden. If we just have this one day together, I want to try this.”
My eyes met hers, and I swallowed hard. She placed a hand on the side of my face. “I want to do it for you.”
When I didn’t say anything, she slid off the counter and dropped to her knees. Seeing her like that made my heartbeat pick up. My dick instantly got harder.
She reached up and pulled my sweats down. Chewing on her lower lip—which I’d quickly realized was a tell for when she was either nervous or embarrassed—she reached up and gently cupped my balls.
“Does that hurt?”
I shook my head. “Umm… No.”
With the other hand, she ran a finger up the length of my cock, then through the precum at the tip. When she put that finger into her mouth and looked up at me, I had to grab onto the edge of the counter to stay upright.
“Holy fuck, Lili. Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because you’re about to make me come and your mouth hasn’t even touched me.”
“I swear I haven’t.”
“May I?” I took her hand and wrapped it around my dick before moving it up and down to show her how hard I liked it. When she took over, I let out a hiss.
Then she took me into her mouth, and I almost lost my load right there.
“Oh fuck, Lilibeth! That feels so good.”
She moved slowly at first, getting a feel for what she was doing.
“Use your hand also, yeah…just like that. God, that’s it. That feels…fuck.”
Lilibeth took more of me and started moving faster.
It took everything I had not to grab her hair and fuck that pretty mouth of hers.
I wasn’t sure what it was that made this the best fucking blow job I’d ever had, but this woman has ruined it for all future hookups.
For a quick moment, I had to wonder if there would be any future hookups.
When she touched my balls again, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, Lili, you need to stop—or pull away.”