“I’ve got you, Red,” I hum against her pussy, pushing my face against it, before pulling back. Red’s looking down at me, her eyes starving for more—for me. I stand back up, squeezing her pussy in my harsh grip, feeling her juices trickle against my palm. “Turn around, put your hands on the dresser and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” I order, bringing my hand back to slap against her sopping wet pussy. Her entire body quivers as she huffs out a ragged breath.
“Condom,” she murmurs, and I roll my fucking eyes. The time for those is going to end very soon. She needs to get that in her head, but I’ll let her have her way tonight…
Her hands quietly slap down on the wooden dresser and as I reach into the nightstand to pull out a condom, I take a minute to enjoy the curves of her body and just how fucking perfect my woman is. I roll on the fucking glove. Having it squeeze my cock should feel good, but it doesn’t.
I move in behind her, moving my cock against the fleshy globe of her ass then, I slap it down against her. Jesus, that feels so good. It’s a pleasurable kind of pain. Unfortunately, my cock is so swollen that the side of the rubber splits out.
“Christ,” I moan, ripping the damn thing off.
“What are you doing back there?” Red cries.
“Damn condom split. You’re going to take me bare this time, sweetheart.”
“You could put another one on,” she argues, her hips already pushing back into me.
“You just admitted you’re in this for the long haul, Red. You’re on the pill. I promise you I’m clean and I’ll take whatever test you want, but I want in that tight little cunt of yours bare. I want to feel you while we’re fucking.”
“Okay, but—”
I don’t wait for her to finish. The minute she gives me the go ahead, I thrust inside of her all the way to the hilt. The dresser scoots against the wood with the forward strength of our bodies.
Red let’s out a cry as my cock tunnels inside of her tight pussy. My balls press against her body because I’m so deep inside of her. I reach out and grab her hair, gathering it up in my hold and pulling her head back, needing that connection with her. I lean over her, riding her body, letting her feel me surrounding her.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk without remembering how it feels to have my cock stretching your pussy.”
“Yes, Cade, give it to me just like that,” she whimpers, working her body on my cock.
“I will, sweetheart,” I groan, raking my teeth against her shoulder, pressing my body hard against her, grinding my cock so deep inside of her that it’s like our bodies are melding into one. “I’ll fuck you so hard you taste me when I fill you full of my cum.”
“Oh God,” she cries, her entire body trembling beneath me. “Cade, I… You feel so good. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“I won’t, Red. God, I couldn’t stop. I’ll never be able to stop,” I respond, giving her the God’s honest truth. “I’m never letting you go. You’re a part of me.”
“I don’t want you to. I never want you to.”
Her words soothe something inside of me that I never knew was there. Shaft is completely gone over Bree. There’s not another woman in the world that exists for him except her. He calls it love, but I’ve always marked it down to phenomenal sex and the best pussy he’s had a hold of. Now, I know that’s bullshit. This connection between me and Red isn’t just sex—not even close.
I pick up my speed, my strokes smooth and strong, claiming her body in the same way that I plan on claiming her heart. Completely.
“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.”