It’s similar to a careless moment we shared a few days ago when she was on the back of my bike. She threw her head back and screamed at the wind, relishing in the feel at something so fleeting as a simple ride to enjoy yourself.
It was right before Cannon lead the two rats from their MC right at us, guns blazing and coming for Kadence so they could strike at Rowen by hurting his sister. Yeah, this woman deserves happiness in huge fucking chunks. And I’m dead set to make sure she gets it.
“How old is he? And how long have you had him?” she questions.
I keep leading Cavier around the paddock as I start to tell her a bit about his background. “You might say I saved him. He was two years old and a bundle of fear. He suffered through an accident when he was in a trailer. I caught his bright blue eyes and there was some kind of understanding between us. My head is more fucked-up than his so I knew he just needed time and space to mend his demons, along with a firm but loving hand and lots of fucking patience. He just turned six a few months ago.”
“A firm but loving hand,” she muses.
“Yep, and it’s the exact thing that you need too.” I glance back to shoot her a wink and relish in the way she narrows her eyes at me.
“I’ll show you a firm hand when I get off this horse,” she grumbles.
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Then I’d better keep you on the horse, huh? Needless to say, you missed the loving part. And if I remember correctly…and I sure as fuck do because I can still vividly remember how it felt to have your nipple in my mouth…you liked the loving part.”
She completely ignores me and gives Cavier her full attention. Damn. I didn’t know it was possible, but I might be jealous of my own horse. It’s a good thing she looks magnificent right where she is or I would have to drag her off and into my bed.
Hell, I might do exactly that anyway. I bring Cavier to a stop. “Come on,” I tell her and hold out my hands to grab her waist. “Off you go.”
I shamelessly pull her against me and let her delicious body slide down mine.
“Please tell me we’re doing this again later today, or tomorrow.” The way she’s staring at me–her state of mind depending on my reply–is gut wrenching.
Like I mentioned; this woman deserves happiness in huge fucking chunks. And I’m dead set on making sure she gets it.
“Anytime, Kadence. Any. Damn. Time. If it’s a ride on my horse, my bike, hell…my cock, fingers, and face along with it: it’s all yours.”
Her throat bobs and I love the little sharp intake of breath, making her mouth part slightly. How I would love to take those lips, drag her jeans and underwear down, and impale her on my cock. But I can’t. She’s a virgin and the first woman I’ve longed for and damn well claimed as mine; she deserves more. Much more.
I step back to take off the bridle to release Cavier, quickly wrapping my fingers around Kadence’s wrist to lead her out of the pasture. I take a moment to hang the headstall before I head for the vegetable garden.
“We could make a salad,” she muses.
And when I glance back–finally able to look her in the face now that I have my cock under control again–I see her palming one of the ripe tomatoes.
“Sounds good,” I answer gruffly. “I could grill us a couple of steaks if you make the salad.”
“Sounds good,” she whispers, her voice carrying a cock-stroking tone.
The lust flowing through her eyes is something she can see mirrored in mine. My cock lengthens painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I damn well know we have to get out of here. Making dinner is a good damn start to put some space between us.
“Grab what you need,” I tell her and turn toward the house.
And I swear I hear her mutter something in the line of, “Your ass.”
But when I throw a glance over my shoulder, she’s overly busy with picking tomatoes. To say the upcoming days will be interesting is putting it mildly. This woman triggers many things inside me I never expected to explore.
Hell, by the time I had my ducks somewhat in a row I was comfortable enough living on my own at the edge of this property. Feeling complete and satisfied. I guess I was wrong. One crucial part was missing and I now know because I just found it; found her.
CHAPTER FOUR
– KADENCE –
Ten things I love about my new life. I should grab a pen and make a positive vibes list. One I should keep in my pocket to look at a few times a day to remind myself I started a new chapter. But it’s hard since the new life I started was only ten days ago and my future is still unsure.
I think that’s the only thing going on the back of my list; the downside how the issue with my brother and Cannon is still unsolved. Though, Colt keeps reminding me how each day passing is moving forward to get things settled. He’s so sure Rowen will take him up on his offer, but I don’t know.
I mean, I never expected my own brother to hand me over to one of his buddies as some kind of peace offering to settle an uprising in his MC. It’s safe to say I don’t know my brother at all. And at this point I would be happy if I never have to see him again.
Yikes, here come the bad vibes. And to think I was going to make a “things I love about my life” list. Much better to focus on the positive. Colt being one to add a silver lining for sure. And I wish I could add hot sex to my list of positive vibes, but the truth is there isn’t any.
How we collided in a heated, lustful moment in the bunker when he kidnapped me has now somehow been put on the back burner. Maybe it has something to do with me being a virgin or Colt’s need to provide my future on a silver platter before getting fully invested, whatever; I have no clue.
Colt has these unreadable moments where he seems to be locked in thoughts. As if he suffered through darkness and sometimes still gets caught in it. And I know he has from what his sister has told me and let’s face it; not many people decide to live in solitude like he has been doing for quite some years. Shit. Maybe that’s it. Me being here, disrupting his serenity puts pressure on him somehow.
Cavier slowly enters the paddock and Colt closes the gate behind him. Needing to settle my rambling thoughts, I blurt, “Has it bothered you to have someone in your space all day every day for the last ten days?”
His eyes go thoughtful. “It should. But you’re different.”
Colt heads for the cabin and I tag along behind him. When I think over the last few days, I have to admit I don’t think that he’s lying. He doesn’t seem agitated or avoiding me at every turn. He brings me out on the porch at night to enjoy the sunset while sitting together on a crib sized swing bed in silence.
And when you’ve lived in the city for most of your life there is quite a difference. But the serenity of the sanctum he’s created at the edge of the ranch’s property is like a little slice of heaven. I haven’t missed watching TV for hours or jumping around to get things done.
Dusting or doing the dishes, sweeping the floors…it’s…shit, I can hardly say “fun to do,” but it really is. Maybe because the cabin isn’t overly big, but it might also have to do with the fact it doesn’t feel like a chore. There aren’t many items in the cabin so it also takes me less time to clean.