Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (14 page)

Cade
deepened the kiss and his hands shifted down to my waist, down to my hips, and
I moved against him, pressing my body to his. I loved the feeling of him
through his clothes: the hard muscles, the heat of him. He was everything that
I had ever wanted in a guy, all right there, on the couch, kissing me until I
was almost breathless.

I
pulled back—not to tell him to stop, but so that I could breathe for a few
moments. “You okay? Do you want me to hold back? I could take you home,” he
said quietly. I shook my head, opening my eyes without even quite knowing when
I’d closed them, and smiled at him.

“Could
we…do you think…go to the bedroom?” Cade’s eyes widened and he licked his lips,
and I wondered if I wasn’t maybe pushing things too far, too fast.

“If
you want to,” he said cautiously. “We can go anywhere you want right now.” He
reached out and guided my hand towards the fly of his jeans, and I felt the
unmistakable hard ridge of his erection straining at the tough fabric there. I
brushed my fingers against the bulge, and looked up at his face.

“Let’s
go,” I said, my mouth dry, my throat tight. I wanted more than anything to see
what Cade looked like naked; I wanted to feel him inside of me.

He
stood up and took my hand in his. Pulling me to my feet, he led me across the
living room towards the bedroom, and my heart pounded faster and faster in my
chest every moment.

Cade
tugged me gently through a door, and we stepped into his bedroom together; it
was neater than I would have thought, based on what I’d seen of the rest of the
house. The bed wasn’t made, but it wasn’t that messy, either.

I
didn’t have time to take in anything more than that, though, because he tilted
my face upward towards his to kiss me hungrily.

I
let my hands trail over his body, exploring the planes of his back, his
shoulders, his chest. I felt him tugging my blouse out of my dress slacks, his
fingertips brushing against my skin underneath. He began to slowly pull my
shirt up along my ribs, barely gazing against my breasts on his way up, and
instinctively I lifted my arms over my head to let him take it off of me.

I
broke away from the kiss just long enough for him to get the fabric over my
head and then we were kissing again, touching each other all over, everything
getting hotter and hotter the more and more turned on I became.

I
felt out of practice, awkward, but so tuned into the moment that it almost
didn’t matter as I struggled to get Cade undressed, as well, to reveal some of
the skin I’d wanted so badly to see. Bit by bit, we stripped each other down,
until we were standing there, both of us in nothing but underwear.

We
both broke away from the kiss at the same moment, and I could see Cade’s hazel
eyes darkening as he looked me over from head to toe. For just an instant, I
felt a little bit self-conscious. I knew my tummy and hips had stretch marks on
them, ever since I’d been pregnant with Addie, no matter how much cocoa butter
I slathered on, but as Cade lifted his hands up to cup my breasts, he met my
gaze.

“You
are so fucking beautiful,” he told me, smiling slightly. “Even better than I
thought you’d be.”

“You,
too,” I said weakly, taking in the sight of his rippling muscles under the
tanned skin, the dark hair flecked across his chest, the sharp, defined abs and
thick arms.

He
pulled me close to him, and I could feel the hard ridge of his cock straining
at the fabric of his boxer briefs. He felt big—huge—in comparison to anyone I’d
ever been with, including Titan.

Cade’s
lips dragged along the line of my jaw, down to my throat, and he nipped and
nibbled at my sensitive skin while he teased my nipples between his fingers,
sending little crackling jolts of pleasure through my body, seemingly straight to
my pussy.

I
shivered against him, touching him everywhere, a little too shy to quite
explore the bulge of his erection just yet, but kneading the muscles in his
back, playing with his hair, trailing my fingers down along the line of his
chest and abs. Cade gently led me the last few steps towards the bed, and I let
him lay me down on the soft sheets.

“Anytime
you want me to stop, or slow down, or anything, you let me know,” he murmured
against my neck, just below my ear.

“O-okay,”
I said, nodding. I twisted and writhed underneath him as Cade began to trail
his lips down from my ear, along the column of my throat, past my collarbones.
He covered every inch of my breasts with kisses, taking his time, even teasing
the undersides with his lips, before claiming each one of my nipples in turn
with his mouth.

I
moaned out as he sucked and licked, worshipping me with his lips and tongue as
pleasure crackled through every nerve of my body seeming straight to my
already-wet pussy. I let my hands wander over Cade’s body as he continued down
from my breasts, tickling my ribs with his hot breath, kissing and nipping at
my abdomen, lingering at my hips to nuzzle against me with his stubble-rough
face.

He
spread my legs and shifted down between them, and I took a deep breath,
shuddering with anticipation. I could feel his hot breath grazing my inner
thighs, barely brushing along the front of my panties, and it was driving me
crazy.

I
grabbed at his head, at his shoulders, and my fingers tangled in his
surprisingly soft hair even as he pressed a delicate kiss along my inner thigh.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and I lifted my hips up
off of the bed as Cade tugged the fabric down, taking away the last barrier
between my body and his.

I
had no idea where my panties went, but a moment later, I didn’t care. Cade
buried his face against my pussy, nuzzling, licking, and sucking, and I cried
out at the overwhelming pleasure that rushed through me at the feeling of his
lips and tongue.

“Oh-oh,
oh…fuck! Fuck…yes…” my breath caught in my throat and my back arched as Cade
deepened the contact, teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

He
barely avoided my clit, swirling his tongue around the aching little bead,
dipping down to my inner labia when I thought I couldn’t take any more teasing.
I twisted and arched and tugged at his hair, feeling the tension building up
deep down between my hips. It had been so long since anyone had done anything
sexual with me—even Titan, before he left me, had barely had any real desire
for sex with me—that I wanted to savor the moment as much as possible.

But
it seemed like an eternity before Cade brought the tip of his tongue up against
my throbbing clit. When he did, flickering the rough bit of muscle against the
bead of nerves, I came almost immediately, thrashing, moaning, and crying out,
grabbing at his head and shoulders, tangling my fingers hopelessly in his hair
as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. He kept up his attentions,
sucking and licking, and it felt so good that I was almost overwhelmed, almost
frightened by how intensely I was coming.

As
the spasms of pleasure started to ease, Cade began to slow down, as if he knew
exactly what was happening to me, as if he understood perfectly how I felt. He
didn’t stop all at once, but just gradually pulled back, his tongue sliding up
and down along my labia lazily.

I
panted and gasped as I shivered in the aftermath of the climax, my whole body
completely limp, and when Cade pulled back completely, pressing a kiss to my
hip as he emerged from between my legs, I managed to open my eyes. “It’s been a
while, huh?”

I
giggled, unable to help myself. “Maybe,” I said, looking at him through my
eyelashes. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Cade
laughed and covered my body with his. I could still feel the hard ridge of his
cock, straining at the fabric of his boxer briefs. The heat and hardness of him
pressing against my thigh, my hip, was almost enough to overcome the need I had
to catch my breath, to let my heart slow down a bit before I did anything more.

“It
is my business, if only because I need to know how slow to take it,” he
murmured. “I don’t care who you slept with last, but if you need me to be
gentle, I want to know.”

I
blushed, burying my face against his neck. It was so unlike anything I’d had
with Titan. I hadn’t let myself really think about that while Cade was between
my legs before, but there was no real comparison: Cade was a million times
better than Titan had been, even at his best.

Titan
had never been all that enthusiastic about going down on me, although he’d
wanted blow jobs almost every time we’d been together. There had been more than
a few times during our relationship when I’d made myself fake an orgasm just so
that he would finish up.

“You
don’t have to be that gentle,” I told Cade. Feeling daring, I wrapped my legs
around his waist and pushed my hips down, rubbing against the hard ridge of his
erection. I was already starting to get turned on again—I almost couldn’t
believe how quickly it had happened. “I’ve been waiting so long that I don’t
even care anymore.”

Cade
chuckled and rocked his hips against mine, pressing himself against me. I
gasped at the feeling of his hot, hard cock, covered by fabric, rubbing up
against my clit.

“You
are such a little tease,” he told me. “Putting off the impression of this
demure, sweet little thing, when you’ve been waiting all this time.” He kissed
me on the lips hungrily, shifting and moving, and I felt the fabric of his
boxer briefs slipping away. “You should have said something sooner.”

I
laughed breathlessly. “I invited you into my house,” I pointed out. I shivered
as I felt Cade’s cock rubbing against my soaking wet labia.

It
was bigger than Titan’s had been—that much I was certain of—and in spite of how
I tried to push any comparison to my ex out of my mind, a thrill of excitement
and nervousness surged through me at the thought.

“You
did,” Cade agreed. He kissed me again and his fingers brushed against my body
as he guided his cock against my skin. “I am such an idiot for not agreeing.”

He
thrust into me slowly, filling me up inch by inch, and for a moment, I couldn’t
even move. Cade felt so good, so thick and hot inside of me. I wrapped my legs
tighter around his waist and struggled to catch my breath, and he held still,
buried deep inside of me. “You okay?” I nodded, looking up into his hazel eyes.

“Better
than that,” I told him. “Okay—let’s…” I didn’t even know how to end the
sentence, but he understood me right away.

He
began moving inside of me, rocking his hips. I twisted and writhed in
counterpoint to his movements, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, taking
him deeper and deeper. We fell into a rhythm that I couldn’t have resisted even
if I had wanted to. The friction between us felt so good, and I wanted to hold
back—I wanted to savor it, again—but Cade’s body pulled me into his tidal flow,
and it seemed like only a few minutes before the tension was reaching the
breaking point between my hips.

My
second climax wasn’t quite as intense as the first, but as the waves of
pleasure washed through me again, I held onto Cade as if for life itself,
shaking and shuddering, barely even noticing when he came, too.

I
had no idea how long we’d been going at it, but as soon as I caught my breath, I
realized that I’d been away from home long enough; if I didn’t get back soon,
Tuck or Dad would definitely notice. If it weren’t for Addie, though, I might
have decided that I’d stay anyway.

Chapter
Eighteen

Cade

“Are
you fellas ready for a break?” The sound of Autumn’s voice sent a jolt through
me. Ever since she’d gone home with me after the movies, every time I saw her
or heard her, I felt the same rush of desire I’d had right before we’d started
making out.

“I
could use a breather,” I replied, setting aside the sprayer in my hands.

“Damn
hot day,” Tuck observed. “What’d you bring us, dear sister?”

“I
figured since it was hot, you probably wouldn’t want anything too hot to eat,”
she explained, setting down a big picnic basket on a stepstool she’d brought
with her. “So I fried up some chicken—it’s room temperature now—and made some
German potato salad, and some macaroni salad.”

She
looked at me, and I felt a jolt of heat again. I smiled at her as privately as
I could. To the best of my knowledge, no one in her family—especially her
father—knew about what had happened between us the day we’d gone into town
together.

“I
think it got a little hotter just now,” I said quietly. Autumn chuckled, biting
her bottom lip and looking away.

“Are
you sure it’s not just you?” she opened the basket and pulled out a big
thermos. “Brought some strawberry lemonade, too—should cool you off.”

“Is
it as sweet as you are?” I knew I probably shouldn’t be so direct—but I hoped
that maybe it would pass by unnoticed by Bob or Tuck. Tucker seemed to be more
interested in getting his hands rinsed off and digging into the food, so for
the moment, I was pretty sure that I was safe.

Bob
came over from a few rows away, and we settled in the shade of one of the trees
at the end of the field to start eating. Autumn hung around, for which I was
grateful.