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.”
“Ignore them. They’ll go away,” she says. Her eyes slowly open as she sits up. “Wait, you fixed the door? When did you do that?”
“After you passed out from nearly choking on my cock,” I tell her with a smirk.
“I did not almost choke on your cock, Stud. You’re a little full of yourself this morning,” she grumbles.
“That’s okay, I guess it’s my turn. You were full of me all last night,” I reason, standing up to button my pants.
“No one should be this smart mouthed so early, Cade,” she says with a yawn. “It’s not a good look. Now, come back to bed and show me how handy you are with your fingers again,” she adds. “If we ignore them, they’ll go away.” I lean down to kiss her, tempted to do exactly that, because I want her again. That shouldn’t be possible after all to the fun we had together last night—but it is. I have a feeling that I’m never going to get enough of this woman. My tongue slides into her mouth and I swallow down her moan of approval, when the pounding on the door happens again, proving Red’s theory a lie. Whoever is down there is not going to go away.
“Jesus, Red,” I grumble, frustrated as fuck. “Is it always Grand Central Station around here?”
“Only since a smart-ass biker with a devil cock came into my life,” she sasses.
“Devil cock?”
“If the cock ring fits.” She yawns again and shrugs, before snuggling back into the bed and rolling over to her stomach, her arms serving as her pillow. I roll my eyes, but she’s ignoring me, with that cherry ass sticking up in the air, taunting me. I stand up, slapping one of her perfectly curved cheeks hard enough to turn the flesh pink.
“Get dressed and I’ll take you out for breakfast, Finley,” I murmur, bending down to kiss the crown of her head.
“I’d rather stay in bed and be your breakfast, Cade,” she counters. I stop at the door and look back at the woman who might be a female version of me, just a hell of a lot sexier and better to look at. I lean against the doorway of the bedroom. She might be perfect if she didn’t live in Colorado. I may have to move, and I’d hate like fuck to give up my club. Shaft and Bree are really the only family besides my brothers in the club that I’ve ever had.
But I’d give them all up for her.
The reality of that hits me hard.
“Changing your mind, Stud?” she taunts, rolling over on her side to look at me.
If she knew what I was thinking it’d probably scare the fuck out of her. That’s a conversation better left for later.
“Either you get out of the bed and go shower, or I can carry you downstairs and fuck you in front of whoever is down there pounding on the door.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she huffs, glaring at me.
“Try me, Red. As long as you’re wearing my cut, I don’t care who watches me give you pleasure.”
“You’re a twisted son of a bitch,” she mutters.
“Definitely,” I laugh, grabbing my shirt and heading downstairs once I see her prancing to the bathroom.
“I hate you,” she calls after me. “If it wasn’t for your Godzilla dick, I’d kick you out of my house!”
I laugh all the way to the kitchen and I’m still laughing when I open the door to find Heavy and Weasel, his road captain, standing at the door. Before I can say anything, Heavy draws back and slams his fist into my face.
11
Finley
“What’s going on here?” I ask when I get downstairs.
I look at my brother and Cade closely. They’re sitting at my kitchen table with Weasel, a member of my brother’s crew. Larry and Cade don’t answer me. Weasel gives me a nod and a lazy smile, clearly finding everything going on amusing. I toss Cade’s cut to him and he grabs it easily. There’s something unreadable in his eyes that sends a small chill through me.