8. Caden
8
CADEN
T he drive back was nerve-wracking. There was no cell reception for miles, but I finally got in range of a cell tower. I received Reece’s text updates all at the same time, telling me what Anastasia had been up to throughout the day.
2:15pm: They are still watching movies.
2:55pm: Still watching movies….
3:30pm: Dickwad just slobbered all over her neck and then tried to kiss her. She got up and went to the bathroom. Want me to kill him?
3:45pm: She’s out of the bathroom.
3:46pm: She said something to him and now he is leaving; I think she said she had to study. I’m not good at reading lips.
4:15pm: She went back to her room and is studying.
4:40pm: She’s leaving the house. We are at a coffee shop. She ordered a caramel iced coffee.
4:56pm: She said hi to me; I think she loves me.
I nearly crashed the fucking car reading the third text. The urge to kill had never been stronger. Nathan Hawke count your fucking days.
Reece might think he was annoying me with the texts, but I actually enjoyed knowing everything she was doing, the last update was forty-five minutes ago and I was trying and failing at not being pissed that Reece had spoken to her before I got the chance to. I ground my teeth together as I drove right into traffic. I scrolled through my contacts and dialed Reece’s number.
“Hey handsome,” Recce answered.
“I want to see her.” I said no preamble.
“You want me to take a picture of her? Caden, you’re gonna get the cops called on me. They'll think I’m a stalker.” Reece said sarcastically.
“Reece” I growled.
“Fine, fine. Check your phone,” He conceded.
I pulled my phone away from my ear, and my heart flipped as her image appeared on the screen. Stunning wasn’t a good enough word for her. The picture was taken from outside the cafe. She sat in a corner booth alone, obviously immersed in the book she was reading. Her full lips were slightly parted, as if she just read something shocking. She wore a red sweater. I smiled at that. She was more than fond of the color, it seemed. Her hair, a rich shade of dark brown, was left untied and hung loosely around her face. It probably went past her lower back. Images of the thick hair spread around her head while she writhed beneath me made my dick grow instantly hard.
“Hello? Caden, are you there?” Reece’s muffled voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah?” My voice came out rougher than I expected.
Reece chuckled. “I like her” He said.
I growled.
“What I mean is, she seems nice. She’s got a nice sense of humor and she’s definitely smart, for example, not falling for Nathan’s fake charm in fact she seemed rather indifferent towards, him which clearly pissed him off.” He paused. “She.. she reminds me of Isa.” Reece said, pain evident in his voice. He rarely spoke of his sister, Isa. She was the whole reason Reece hacked into Wolfe’s Cybersecurity server. He had been trying to find his sister’s killer, and he was still searching, even now.
Getting someone like Reece to like you was nearly impossible. He barely even liked me, and the fact that he approved of Anastasia on just their first meeting proved I made the right choice in picking her. I fell for her even more at that moment.
I took a breath, about to speak, “Don’t get all sappy on me, Caden,” He interrupted.
I snorted. “I don’t get sappy,”.
Reece laughed. “Of course you do, but hey man.. I just wanted to tell you, you’ve got your eye on a good one. Don’t let her go. Honestly, you’re probably better off just walking into a cafe and asking her on a date. You don’t have to stalk her.”
I grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?” And I suspected I wasn't the only one who would enjoy the hunting game we were about to play, but Reece didn't need to know that.
Reece chuckled. “Psycho”
After ending the call with Reece, I found myself stuck in traffic for another hour. Just then, I received a text from Reece, letting me know that she had arrived home safely. Although he had to go take care of something for the Herd, he had set up cameras around her house and was watching her through them.
Eventually, I found a parking spot down the road from her house and then walked into the now pitch-black woods. I knew where I was going, so I didn't need light. I walked up to the spot facing her window. There she was. She was back in her red tank top and short matching set. I watched as she moved around her room with a broom. She was cleaning .
Her tits jiggled as she swept, and my cock swelled to the point of pain. I was giving myself blue balls with how much I was getting aroused and not taking care of it. I wanted to take my cock out right now and stroke myself, but I wanted to be close to her when I did that, so I watched and waited. I smiled as she nearly fell on her face, trying to move something I couldn't see across her room. She went out of view for a moment, then came back with a bouquet of red rose in a vase and placed it on the windowsill. She put her hand on her hips and stared at them, her head tilted, a small smile playing across her lips. She bent and smelled the blooming buds and when she straightened, her smile was wider. Ah, my girl likes roses . Noted.
A while later, she had showered and changed into a pair of red silk shorts and top. Unfortunately, she did not change in her room, denying me the chance to see her flawless body. That was okay though, I knew I would see every inch of her soon enough. My curiosity piqued as she picked up a pill bottle and swallowed a pill with a glass of water. What was that about? Sleeping pills? Was little red having trouble sleeping? Why? Did she have nightmares? I was getting increasingly impatient waiting out in the cold when I could be in the room with her. It took all of ten minutes before my need to see her became unbearable. I approached her back door and noticed a misplaced brick nearby. Using my shoe, I nudged it, revealing a hidden key. I inserted the key into the lock and turned it, feeling a satisfying click. I wanted to be pissed about how easy it was, but I’ll wait to be pissed tomorrow. Quietly I pushed the door open, walked in, and then shut the door behind me. Although I knew she was home alone, I moved through the house with caution, familiarizing myself with the layout. I would return when she wasn't here to set up the cameras.
I quietly ascended the stairs, cautiously avoiding any loose steps to avoid making any noise. As I reached the top, I found myself in a long hallway with just two doors. I knew that one of them was her bedroom, where she slept, and the other must be her bathroom. Curiosity got the better of me, and I cautiously entered the bathroom, taking in as much as I could in the dim moonlight. A bottle of her shampoo caught my attention, and I couldn't resist picking it up and reading the label. Strawberry and rose scented. I popped the lid, it smelled just like her. I closed the lid and put it back in the same spot it was in before.
I spotted her laundry hamper next and immediately went to it. Sitting on top of the pile was a pair of black lace underwear, resting on top of the sweater and jeans she had worn that day. Acting on impulse, I lifted them to my nose and let out a low groan as her feminine scent filled my senses. My cock strained, hurting due to the odd angle it was in. I adjusted myself and slipped her panties in my pocket. Exiting the bathroom, I quietly made my way to her bedroom.
Soft, even breaths caused her ample chest to rise and fall. I stood and watched her for a moment. Marveling at how one person could be so beautiful, her face was relaxed, long black lashes rested on her cheeks, her mouth slightly parted. I closed my eyes as I imagined feeding her my cock.
Turning, I began to explore her room, but my attention kept being drawn back to her. The moonlight reflected off something silver next to her bed, and I squinted. It was a metal baseball bat. A smile spread across my face. That's my girl. If there was an intruder, she wouldn't go down without a fight. I glanced at her nightstand. Yup, sleeping pills. Her room was cozy, and there was lots of red. I moved closer to her, my gaze trailing down to her exposed stomach and down her smooth legs. Suddenly she moaned. The sound going straight to my cock. Then she moaned again and again. Her thighs pressed together as if she was trying to relieve the pressure between her thighs. I held back a groan. Did she sense me? Did she sense my desire for her? Was her body subconsciously reacting to my presence ? I wondered. Her hand suddenly slipped into her shorts, and I nearly fell to my knees, the sight of her pleasuring herself nearly too much to bear.
She rubbed, slowly at first, her head thrashing side to side in frustration and then her movements grew more frantic, more untrained, probably because she was still asleep. I couldn't take it anymore. I bent forward and slowly pulled down her short, exposing her slender fingers rubbing against her beautiful bare wet cunt. I groaned low. I couldn't see much because it was a little dark, but instantly I could see why she was having trouble reaching climax. My beautiful Ana had a small clit, and it was hidden behind its hood. I slowly moved her hand, replacing it with mine. I pulled back the hood and rubbed her clit slowly. She gasped, and it turned into a moan. I picked up the pace and nearly got kneed in the face. She was thrashing and moaning. I held her legs down and open with one arm.
My cock pulsed hard in my slacks at the feel of her smooth, velvety wetness. I couldn't help myself I had to taste her. With my fingers I spread her pussy open, then I brought my face to her pussy and gently blew on her clit first, eliciting a little sexy moan from her and then sucked it into my mouth. I moaned the same time she did. She tasted divine. I sucked and licked at her small swollen clit till she was writhing, and I was panting, on the verge of release. Suddenly she came apart. Her sweet nectar drenching my tongue. I groaned as I licked up every single drop, lightly I licked at her clit while she continued to spasm. I kissed and licked until she came down from the climax, until her hand came up and subconsciously pushed my head away from her pussy because she was too sensitive. I gently grabbed the arm and kissed the back of it, then licked her wet fingers. Mine . Every drop was mine.
I gave her pussy one last kiss and stood. I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my hard, throbbing cock and began stroking it to the sight of her pussy wet with the combination of her juices and my spit. I couldn’t believe she was still asleep. The sleeping pills . I was close before, so it didn't take long before I was on the verge of cumming again as I imagined burying myself deep inside her; I swiped my fingers at her entrance and then brought it back to my cock fisting it again, coating it in her juices. I groaned as I stroked faster. I looked at her sleeping face and imagined her eyes open, watching me and I came instantly, spilling my seed right onto her pussy. The sight of my cum covering her cunt intensified my orgasm. I wanted so badly to be buried inside her, spilling my seed while her perfect cunt milked every drop. I walked into her bathroom and cleaned myself with one of her dirty towels, then tucked my semi hard dick back into my slacks. I wouldn't be fully satisfied until I was inside her. I walked back to her room she had moved, laying on her side now her shorts hanging off one leg. I smiled as I watched my cum drip from her pussy, the sight satisfying the animalistic urge inside me to mark her. I walked to her and wiped some of it off, leaving a little bit of my essence behind. I pulled up her shorts and my fingers brushed against the smooth skin of her thighs, she sighed, and I felt my heart clench.
My hand went up to her hair, and I gently pushed it out of her face, the silky strands slightly damp from her shower. I lightly brushed my knuckles down her cheeks, and she did the darndest thing. She hummed and leaned into my touch. I swallowed. She was so responsive to my touch, even while unconscious. How would she react when awake? She turned then, and I froze, my hand hovering over her face. I waited with bated breath, wondering if she would open those beautiful brown eyes. Instead, she sniffed the air around my hand, as if she were a little cat scenting me. Then, as if deeming the scent safe, she grabbed my arm and hugged it to her chest. My fingers were pressed against her soft breasts, and I fought the urge to cup them. With their size, they would fill my fairly large hand and spill over generously. I untucked my fingers and brushed one against her bottom lip, so soft. Immediately, her little tongue flicked out and traced the same path my fingers had crossed. Blood rushed to my cock, bringing it back to life. She really was like a sexy little kitten.
It took me nearly ten minutes, but I finally managed to free my arm from her body. The overwhelming sense of loss was almost unbearable. I had this intense desire to crawl into bed with her and hold her, but I resisted the temptation and instead walked around the house once more, out of habit. After ensuring that the area was secure, I silently exited through the backdoor and returned the key to its hiding spot under the brick. I wanted to stay, but I had to get home. Reece had set up camera around the outside of her house. I opened the app on my phone and scrolled through the various views of the surroundings, until I found the one facing her window. Unfortunately, due to the camera angle, I couldn't see her directly, but at least I had a glimpse into her room. If anything happened, I’d know. I would go to any length to protect her and would not hesitate to kill anyone who posed a threat to her safety. The mere thought ignited a fierce protective instinct within me, every fiber of my being dedicating itself to keeping her safe.