Neither Cade nor I say a word for a minute. Then Cade breaks eye contact and looks around the kitchen. He grabs a chair from the table, making me frown. I watch as he stalks over to the door, slams it and then wedges the top of the chair under the doorknob, leaving the chair at an angle. He comes back over to me and picks me up.
“That’s not safe. Anyone can get inside,” I respond, unsure of what to say now that the excitement has died down.
“It’ll hold until I fix it later,” he says, hands crossed at his chest.
“What now?” I ask him and maybe it’s weak, but I don’t want him to leave.
He finally reaches over and picks me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest.
I let out a sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, sliding one arm around his back. “Is this the part where you sort out my shit?” I ask him quietly.
“Yeah, Red. This is where that happens,” he confirms, walking toward the stairs.
“In that case, I should warn you I like my neck nibbled on during sex,” I admit, playing with his hair. He just grunts. “I like it when you talk dirty to me, too. I think it’s hot.” He doesn’t respond at all this time. He just keeps walking up the stairs. His silence kind of annoys me and makes me want to giggle all at the same time. “And I’d really like it if you get on all fours in front of me. I have this strap—”
I cackle as I go flying, bouncing on the mattress. I’ve barely contained my laughter by the time a very naked Cade joins me on the bed. He grabs me roughly, pulling me over so that I’m straddling him. His hard cock presses against my center. The temptation to take him just like that is so damn strong it’s a little terrifying.
“Take me inside of you, Red.”
“Cade,” I groan as he thrusts so that he slides against me, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my clit. “Condom.”
“Shit. You’re not on the pill?” he rumbles.
“I am, but I don’t know you, Stud. You wrap it up until we get to the point where I’m okay with you not being wrapped up.” We stare at each other, neither giving an inch.
“You realize I’ve been—”
I lean down to press my lips against his. The kiss is sweet and gentle. I have to force myself to pull away. “I’m not saying forever, Cade. But we’re on day one here, Stud.”
He shakes his head, while letting out a frustrated breath. “Shaft will have a fucking field day,” he mutters.
“Huh?”
“My prez in Kentucky. I gave him shit about losing his shit over a woman and getting his dick addicted to her. Here I am in worse shape over you. Lean down and get my pants, I think there’s one in there.”
“Just one?” I whine in disappointment.
“Believe it or not, before you, Red, my dick decided to go into hibernation.”
“I’m really glad he woke up,” I respond, my voice straining as I bend sideways, stretching to grab Cade’s pants. “But what happens if I want seconds?”
“Don’t you mean thirds?” he says with a smirk as I fish through his wallet and find the rubber.
“I’m a greedy whore, what can I say?”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll get inventive for round three,” he promises. Damn, I hit the mother lode when Cade broke down in front of my house.
10
Keys
I jerk awake, wincing at the bright light of the sun that glares into the room. My gaze moves over to the clock and see that it’s eight in the morning. Fuck. Normally I’m awake and have shit done before now. Of course, I don’t normally give my dick the workout it got last night. To be fair, my dick only got one round, but Red and I did indeed get inventive and my balls hurt. My lips stretch in a big ass smile when I realize that a sleeping Red has my cock in her hand. She’s sound asleep, softly snoring—and drooling on my chest. Guess she wasn’t lying when she told me she was a cuddler. There’s a large pounding sound coming from downstairs and I realize that is the same noise that woke me up to begin with.
“Red, sweetheart, time to wake up,” I grumble, kissing the top of her head and giving her body a squeeze.
“Let me sleep, Cade. You sent me into a fuck-coma and I need sleep,” she slurs, rubbing her face against my chest.
I laugh. Damn, this woman just might be perfect.
I reluctantly get out of the bed and sleeping beauty groans unhappily.
“Get back in bed, damn it. I got plans for you as soon as I can move again,” she mutters.
“That’s not happening, Red. There’s someone banging on your door downstairs and I’d rather not have to fix it again.”