“Come for me, Red,” I growl, reaching out with my hand to grab one of hers and bring it down in front of her. I press our joined hands against her pussy, still fucking her. “Play with that sweet clit and come for me,” I urge. My balls are tight. I can feel that tingling sensation in my bones. I’m going to come and I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“Yes, Cade,” she moans, her hand already busy at work. I know the very second her climax rips through her and I can’t hold back, shooting my cum out inside of her, painting her walls. “Yes, Cade,” she repeats. “Cade,” she adds again, the word coming out a broken breath and spoken so sweetly, so raw and emotional that I know I’ll want her to say it over and over…
For the rest of my life.
17
Finley
Waking up alone in bed is getting to be an all-too-common occurrence with Cade in my life. I yawn, stretch, and then smile when I smell Cade’s cologne on the pillow. I know it sounds insane, but I really think I might love that man. I jump out of the bed and hurry to take my shower. It’s eight in the morning and I really should have been up hours ago. I will be sure to yell at Cade for not waking me up when he got up—for no other reason than I like the way he likes to sort my shit out.
I giggle as I jump in the shower, but I don’t waste any time. I’m ready and heading down the stairs in less than thirty minutes—kind of proud of my accomplishment. When I get downstairs and into the kitchen, I lose my breath.
“Woah,” I gasp. The room has at least a hundred roses, and twice that many balloons.
“What do you think?” Larry asks standing by the stove with Cade.
“I…Are we having an adoption fair or opening a floral shop?” I laugh, still in shock.
“I suppose we could do both. Keys just said you wanted all of the flowers and balloons we could find. I thought we were going to make some chick at that Urban Flower, cry.”
“That would be Riley. She’s probably panicking because you bought so many roses on Valentine’s weekend.”
“I would think a flower shop would want to sell all their flowers out. If not, then they have no fucking reason to be in business. It’s kind of like when the girls in my stable sell their pussy. It’s a good night for them when they’re booked up.”
“No, no, no, no, no. I don’t want to hear about your life as a pimp, big brother,” I snap. “We have boundaries remember?”
“Finn,” he laughs rolling his eyes. “I’m not so much a pimp as I am a protector. The girls keep most of their money, only pay very little for room and board in a nice house. Better than what they could afford out there and in turn—”
“La-la-la-la,” I cry. “I can’t hear you.” I draw out my words, talking loudly to drown him out.
Cade takes me into his arms, laughing and kisses me. “What are you laughing about?” I mutter.
“Sweetheart, your brother is in a one percent club, hell, I am too. If the girls are the biggest thing that bothers you,” he doesn’t finish his sentence. He just looks at me smirking.
“I like to live life by the old adage don’t ask, don’t tell, Stud.”
“Head buried in the sand?” he asks, studying me. For the first time since meeting him, I see a flash of worry in his gaze.
“Just because I don’t choose to know the details, or even talk about what is going on, doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I lived with my brother. The world isn’t two-dimensional, and facts and actions aren’t black and white. There’s a gray area all around us. I know there’s good and bad, Cade. But I also know there’s a difference between bad and evil.”
“Give me those lips, Red,” he grumbles, his face relaxing and because of that, I do too. So, Cade and I happened quick, it doesn’t matter. What we have is real.
Very real.
I get lost in his kiss and could have happily done so the rest of the day—if Larry would let me.
“You two going to make out all day or are we going to get these animals a home today?” Larry asks, and when Cade and I smile at one another there’s a new sense of peace inside of me. I may not have Cade’s experience, or be quite as old as him, but I’m not innocent either. I’ve lived hard. He’s the only man that has ever felt right. He’s the only man I can look at and see us growing old together. He’s the one.
“Let’s get it done,” I answer Larry, although I’m still looking at Cade. “I’ve got a move to Kentucky to plan.”