“Is who I am better than Rodney?”
“Are you concerned about him?”
“You sat on his lap for damn near an hour.”
“And? It’s not like I was screwing him in the chair or anything.”
His jaw flexed up and down, up and down. Then he spun away from me and went to sit back in that Adirondack chair. He let the fire fill the silence, and I didn’t move an inch.
Cade in sweats and a hoodie at the fire was enough to hold me captive for the night, even if it was in silence. He was probably the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I knew how his hands felt on me, how his lips commanded a kiss, how his cock got me to submit even if I didn’t want to.
“Well, I can guarantee you that’s all he was thinking about with your ass on his dick.”
“Probably. Considering I thought about it too.”
He growled low and his eyes changed. I saw how his neck tensed, how he seemed to grow in size. “You want to fuck Rodney, Ms. Hardy?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged because that was the honest truth. “He’s fun, no strings, single, and so am I. He’s open to a lot and doesn’t come with much baggage.”
“Compared to who?”
“Well, compared to most people.”
“Including me?” He didn’t glance away. He just tapped his knee with that blade still out, glinting in the night.
“Yeah, I think our baggage is about full.”
He hummed. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap like you did his and see how much baggage I have. Then you can get a good comparison.”
I couldn’t stop my immediate reaction of biting my lip and glancing down at his lap. But then I eyed the caterers still taking care of the food and drinks.
“Thank you for the services tonight,” Cade called out over his shoulder to them. “You’re dismissed. Leave. Now.”
I’d never seen grown men scurry away so fast.
“Better?” He quirked a brow. “Come sit now.” I saw the indent of his hard cock and how it flexed under my attention as my eyes traveled down. “Come on, Izzy. If it’s about fun, no strings, and being single, we might as well take advantage of it.”
“You can bother Heather for that.” I chewed on my lip, trying to put up a fight even though I wanted to give in.
Instead of him giving me a chance to make the decision, his hand shot out and grabbed my elbow to yank me down onto his lap.
“Jesus, Cade,” I chastised him, but he was busy rearranging me so my ass fit right against his cock, so my back was against his chest, so that my hair was being pulled away by his hand to expose my neck.
“This hoodie his?”
It was a simple question, but then I felt the metal of that blade. It’d cooled in the fall air and sent goose bumps along my neck where it lay, right at the V of the material. When I didn’t answer fast enough, Cade swiftly pulled one side of the fabric up and brought his blade down the middle of it. It cut fast, almost effortlessly.
He’d sliced it all the way down so it hung on me like a cardigan. “Cade! What the hell?” I grabbed both sides of it and wrapped it around myself.
“Do you enjoy messing with my head?”
“I’m not messing with your head,” I practically stuttered, confused.
“I’m not going to stare at a woman I fuck on another man’s lap.”
“You fucked me. Past tense.”
“Wanna bet, dollface?” he growled in my ear. “Lose the skirt.”