Chapter 14
Tasha
I remained quiet on the rest of the drive to his house. Until Cade parked in the garage, lifted the cooler and my backpack out of the backseat, and gestured for me to go ahead of him to his room.
“Your dad’s here,” I whispered, my eyes on Paul’s car.
Cade shrugged. “Yeah.”
“Your dad could tell my dad that I spent the night.”
Cade was unruffled by this information. “And?”
I tipped my head and put my hand on my hip. “And he will tell my dad that I spent the night here,” I repeated, hoping my wide eyes gave him insight into how much deeper the shit pile could get if I continued to defy my father.
“We should go to my place.” I hadn’t been thinking before when he told me I was coming home with him. I’d been too busy giving thanks that we weren’t in the back of a police cruiser.
“I’ll talk to him.”
“My dad?” I asked, my voice climbing an alarmed octave.
Cade smiled. “Mine. Go in.”
I stepped into the darkness of the staircase, finding the switch for the light and flicking it. Cade abandoned the cooler by the kitchenette’s sink, and then he kissed me and told me he’d be right back.
I watched as he disappeared down the stairs once again, my heart hammering a warning. Another activity good girls didn’t participate in was defying parents, and I couldn’t help worrying staying here with Cade tonight would be too bold of a step, even after I’d stood up to my dad.
I spent the next few minutes digging through my pack, pleased to find a change of clothes in the bottom for the gym at work. Even a change of panties and a sports bra. Score. As long as Paul didn’t march up here and demand I go home lest he call my father, I could stay here and not have to do the walk of shame in the same clothes I’d arrived in.
The win was a small one, but a win nonetheless.
Cade returned as I was checking my phone for messages—none, text or otherwise.
“Done,” he said.
“What’d he say?” I asked. But I didn’t give him time to answer. “What did you say?”
“I said don’t tell Morton, and he said okay.”
I blinked. I think I was in shock. I didn’t move for a few seconds.
“I told him Morton told you to stay away from me but you couldn’t.” His smile turned cocky and my mouth compressed as I gave him a good-natured eye roll. Yes, I enjoyed seeing his confidence return full force, but he didn’t need to know that.
Cade took my hand and tugged me from his love seat, then walked with me to his bed.
In a rush, everything we’d done at the park came to mind. Cade’s head must have taken the same route. A second later his mouth hit mine, and he was working my shirt over my head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, the lusty quality of my voice letting him know I had no complaints about what he was doing.
He grinned. “Trust me.”
He kissed me again. I let him remove my bra, then my skirt, and when I noticed there were no panties to remove, I realized it was because I’d left them in his car.
Alarm shot through me.
“Cade,” I whispered harshly as he backed me toward his bed. “My panties are in your front seat.”
“Lucky me,” he said before closing his lips over mine.