I turned my head so I could watch Cade strut in, magnificently naked, his thighs thick with a smattering of dark hair. And his cock, long, hard, and proud, ready to claim me.
“Push up a little, enough so you can see your tits in the mirror,” Cade ordered, and I complied. “Touch ‘em. Now pinch those nipples . . . fuck yeah.”
I felt the weight of my breasts and pinched my nipples as he said, but I was looking into the mirror behind me, at Cade. He stood tall, a good seven inches taller than me, and all beefy, hulking man.
His hand was on his cock and his eyes were on my tits. He stroked slowly as he watched me.
His free hand moved to my hip, his fingers digging in momentarily, letting me know that he was there, that he was getting ready to take me. He shifted to squeeze one cheek, then the other, before running his fingers along the seam of my ass until he found me wet and ready for him.
“Harder,” Cade demanded, as he slid his finger inside me and began to move it in and out.
“Cade,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re fucking perfect.”
When his second finger entered me, I bent lower, needing more.
“Brace,” was the only warning I got before he was sliding home.
Our moans mingled in the steam of the bathroom as he pulled out and thrust inside me. Over and over. I flattened my hands against the mirror, pushing back as I felt the orgasm building within me.
I heard the loud slap and felt a sting as Cade smacked my ass, then grasped my hips in his hands and began to pound into me.
“God, yes!” I shouted as I came, my vision blurring and my fingers curling against the glass.
Cade fucked me harder, faster, until he was shouting his own release.
As we both fought for breath, Cade ran his palm up my spine softly, then over my shoulder and up my arm, until his hand was over mine. Then he gently caressed the ring he’d placed on my finger and bent to kiss my shoulder.
“Aloha au ia ‘oe,” he murmured.
“I love you too,” I managed to say between pants.
Once we were cleaned up and in bed, I scooted as close to him as I could possibly get without crawling inside him, and settled in to get some sleep.
As I was about to drift off, Cade said, “Darlin’.”
There was something about his tone that had me shaking the sleepiness off and sitting up.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, sounding paranoid to my own ears.
“Nothing, at least, nothing like that. You don’t have to get worked up.”
“Don’t tell me not to get worked up, that gets me worked up,” I complained.
Cade shot me a sexy grin, but I wasn’t falling for it.
“Just say it,” I told him, my brain going immediately to worst-case scenarios.
“I’ve gotta go off the grid for a while. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but I’ll get shit handled as soon as I can.”
“What do you mean? Where are you going? What are you doing?”
“It’s club business.”
I huffed.
“So, you can’t tell me anything?”