It was a stressful day, but at least I got shit done. I feel more at ease now that all the issues are handled, and now, all I want to do is focus on Fiona.
As I walk up to the porch, I notice there aren't any lights on in the house. I open the door and find that the entire interior is dark. Sliding my hand across the wall beside the door, I find the light switch and flick it. Nothing happens. It seems the electricity we had when we returned from camping was only a short reprieve, and the lights have gone out again.
"Fiona?" I call.
"Cade? The power has been out for a couple of hours. Come back here. I have something planned for us."
Fiona’s voice is coming from deep in the house, and I use the light of my phone to guide me toward her. I'm approaching the open wall leading into the hidden room when I notice flickering light ahead. Realizing it's candlelight, I tuck my phone back into my pocket. My stomach tightens at the thought of Fiona in the room in the glow of the candles, and my mouth waters with anticipation of fulfilling the thoughts that had rolled through my mind all day. When I step into the room, however, I realize Fiona's plans aren't quite in line with mine.
She's sitting at the table, the game board set up in front of her. A cheerful smile spreads across her face as she holds her hands out to indicate the game.
"I thought we could play," she says.
"Perfect.”
I realize as I say it, I mean it. There's no need to rush. We have time now. I loosen my tie and toss it aside along with my jacket. Stepping out of my shoes, I take a seat across the table from her.
"Professor Plum, right?" she asks.
I nod.
"Always," I say.
"That's what I thought."
I pick up the cards sitting face-down in front of my seat. Maybe this will be fun.
* * *
Fiona
Twenty minutes later…
I pick up the die and jiggle it around in my palm for a few seconds before tossing it across the game board. I give a little cheer when it lands on the six and move my game piece into the next room. I've been trying to get here for the last three moves, and I take my time to give my suggestion, trying to build up some suspense. I review the cards in my hand, then check the little piece of paper where I collected my clues.
"I suggest it was Miss Peacock, in the drawing room, with the lead pipe."
Cade glances through his cards, then flashes me the drawing room.
"Sorry to prove you wrong," he says.
"What exactly is a drawing room?" I ask as I jot down at the new clue.
"It's similar to a parlor," Cade says. "It's where you entertain guests you don't necessarily want in the other areas of the house."
He picks up the die and rolls it.
"That seems like very specific knowledge I wouldn't necessarily expect you to have," I say.
He moves the piece around on the board.
"Well, it's easy to learn about rooms like that when you have one."
I pause.
"You have a drawing room in your house?"
"I do," he says. "I also have a ballroom. And a billiards room." He waves his hand over the game. "I have the whole Clue board assortment."
"Oh, really?"
"Maybe you should come for a personal tour," he says.
"I'd like that."
"Good. For now, though, I suggest it was Miss Scarlet in the drawing room with the rope."
"I would never do such a thing," I say with mock indignance and shock before showing him the card with the rope.
"Stop showing me the rope card! That's the fourth time!"
"Then stop choosing it as your suggested weapon," I say.
We each take a few more turns, and finally, I look over the board and sigh.
"I don't think we're getting anywhere. The mystery of Mr. Body might just have to go unsolved for now,” I say.
"Maybe only having two players isn't the best approach to this game," Cade points out.
"I think it's more the imaginary player who has a bunch of cards neither one of us can see that's really the problem here," I say.
"Maybe we should just give up and phone this in to Unsolved Mysteries."
"Probably."
His eyes meet mine, and I feel his gaze melting into me.
"I think I have one more suggestion to make," he says.
Cade's voice has taken on a slow, velvety tone, and I feel desire ripple through me and settle between my thighs. He stands and walks around so that he is behind me, leaning forward to press his body against my back as he reaches for the die. He rolls it, then picks up his game piece and moves it into the center of the board rather than into a room.
"I suggest that I move into the bedroom with…" he picks up my game piece and sets it down next to his, "...you."
His hand touches my cheek and turns me so he can capture my mouth in a deep, intense kiss. Taking my hands, Cade pulls me up and turns me around to face him. He wraps his arms around my waist as I bury my hands in his hair, and I feel his lips crush against my mouth. As he kisses me, I feel Cade guiding me toward the entrance to the hallway. Giving him a lingering, meaningful glance, I walk away from Cade and up the stairs to my bedroom. For years I laid in my bed and fantasized about him. This is where I want to have our first time. The full moon outside is enough to fill the room with silvery illumination, creating the perfect romantic space for us to be together.
I step back toward the bed and watch as he slowly closes the door behind him. I am breathing heavily and feel like the room has suddenly grown ten degrees warmer. This is the moment I had waited for, dreamed of, and almost refused to believe would ever happen. Before I can open my mouth to speak, Cade strides across the room, crushing his mouth into mine for a deep kiss.
Our tongues explore each other's mouths ravenously. I am surprised to find myself ripping at his shirt and pulling it out of his waistband as he pushes me up against the wall, knocking into the nightstand and sending my smartwatch rolling onto the floor. I am trying to unbutton his shirt when he reaches up and rips at it, sending buttons flying across the room, and a burning lust sears my soul.
Our lips finally part and I feel Cade kiss my neck, and then my shoulder, as he begins to move down. I close my eyes and lean back into the wall as he pulls at my shirt until it goes over my head and crumples to the floor. I look at him, now shirtless, as he resumes kissing my chest, moving to the swell of my breasts, and reaching behind me. I lean forward off the wall enough to give his hands access to the clasp, and in a single motion, it is unhooked. Before he can rip at it, I push him back a step, and he stops suddenly, an expression of worry on his face.
I put my hands on Cade’s shoulders and gently nudge him to the bed, where he sits, his expression melting into a smile that makes my already aching pussy tremble in anticipation of accepting his hard cock. I breathe deeply to maintain some level of composure as I let the bra slip off my shoulders and down to the floor. The cold air of the air conditioning vent directly above the bed races across my bare chest, and my nipples, already standing on end, perk up further.
Stepping up to him, I put myself between his legs, and he takes one of my breasts into his mouth. His tongue makes swirling motions on the nipple and waves of ecstasy course through me, my head lulling back and my eyes closed to concentrate on the feeling of his warm mouth covering as much of me as possible. He releases one breast with a slight popping sound and turns his attention to the other, this time allowing his thumb to mimic the motions of his tongue on the now wet nipple. His other hand is gripping my ass tightly, and I can tell he wants to be inside of me as badly as I do.
Suddenly, he pulls me into him and lifts me up, spinning me in the air and gently laying me down on the bed. I sit up quickly, not wanting to stop, but Cade is already backing up to the door. Now, it’s my turn to look disappointed and worried, but he holds up one finger and smiles before running out of the room. He returns a moment later, seemingly no different, and I cock my head to the
side. Before I can ask just what happened, he crushes into me with another powerful kiss.
I reach for his waistband and begin unbuttoning his pants, dying to see the hard cock pushing up against the seams. My mind is racing with all the different things I want to do with Cade when he suddenly pushes them down. His long thick shaft springs forward at me, and I no longer have to think about what I want. I grab him at the base and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I hear him cry out in surprise and pleasure as I revel in the taste of him and how the sounds of him crying out vibrate through his body. I hear myself moaning softly, realizing that I have officially lost control of myself, which only emboldens Cade more. He places one hand behind my head and guides me, as I stroke his shaft with my hand and mouth.
I slide him into my throat as far as I can until I cough lightly. As I pause to regain my composure, Cade pushes me back so that I am lying on the bed. He leans over me, and I am surrounded by his body as he kisses down my neck again, briefly flicking my nipples with his tongue and tracing my center with his fingers. I continue to stroke him until he pulls himself down onto his knees and pulls my pants off, exposing the wetness soaked inside my peach lace panties.
With a careful, deliberate motion I look down between my heaving breasts to see him pull at my panties, sliding them off before tossing them to the floor. I am now completely nude, and the sense of vulnerability is overpowering.
Bending his head down, Cade slides his tongue along my thigh until it reaches my lower lips. He traces them before making his way above them, plunging his tongue inside me. I writhe beneath his touch, as his powerful arms reach under my legs and pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I gasp when his finger slides into my willing pussy. He begins to gently push it in and out of me as he teases my clit with his tongue.
I can’t take it anymore.
"Please," I whisper, barely audible, as I grab his hair and try to pull him up to look at me. "Please, I need you inside of me."
He grins again, and I feel a new wave of desire rush through me. He stands up, his pants in his hand now, and I see him reach into a back pocket. The mystery of his sudden disappearance is solved as I see him remove a small golden packet out and tear it open. He reaches down and rolls the condom down over his cock, and I scoot back onto the bed, laying my head on the pillows. He crawls toward me and lays between my legs, his stiff dick nudging at my opening but not entering. He kisses me tenderly, and our eyes lock.
"Are you ready?" he asks.
I nod, and his grin gets wider. He pulls himself up on his hands, and his muscles ripple across his chest and arms. I reach for him, running my hands along his back as he slides himself into me. He fills me fully and begins to push deeper, stretching my walls and bringing me to the line between pleasure and pain. My entire body tenses as I adjust to his girth, and slowly, I relax into him. His motions are slow and deliberate, and I reach farther down, grasping onto his toned ass and pulling him deeper into me until our hips are grinding together. He moans deeply, and I lose track of reality as my body explodes into an orgasm that has me whimpering with pleasure. I shake as an incredible wave of bliss flows over me and my cheeks burn from the heat.
He picks up speed now, slowly at first, but rocks into me with greater intensity as I cry out in ecstasy. Soon he is pounding into me with furious desire, and I lose the ability to make sounds, my mouth stuck open and my eyes closed as the force of my orgasm overwhelms me. I hear him moan louder and more urgently before letting out a tremendous roar as his body seizes up. I feel myself milk him with my pussy as he pulses wildly into the condom inside of me.
Slowly, Cade lowers himself down and then rolls to the side. His cock slides out of me, and he stands up to dispose of the used condom. After a few minutes, he jumps back into bed, and I turn my body, curling my back into him. He wraps his arms around me as I nuzzle further into him and he kisses the top of my head. Within moments, I drift off to a hazy, contented sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Fiona
Two days later…
The only thing that could rival waking up naked and satisfied in Cade's arms is the sound of a delivery man hauling in the brand-new washer and dryer that was ordered for the house several days ago.
No. That's not true. The two don't even compare. I'd wash the laundry in a freezing river and dry it by running naked through a field of poppies until I passed out, and still be perfectly happy as long as I got to crawl into bed with him each night.
But for now, I'm also extremely pleased with the top of the line appliances. Cade seemed amused at my delight when he told me these were the same models he had in his home. Though I had envisioned his Clue-board mansion to come with a large staff, he reassured me he does his own laundry, and most of his own cooking, at home. At least I know he still lives a fairly normal day-to-day life, even if he does own a drawing room. It makes the unsurmountable distance I envisioned between us after realizing how wealthy Cade was seem dramatic. Exaggerated.
With a new load of towels tumbling around happily, I head back outside to where Cade has returned to the wood chopping he abandoned when Jace left. Offering him a glass of tea, I take a moment to appreciate the view of his shirtless, sweating body. He takes a long sip of sweet tea before setting the glass down.
"Did you miss me?" he asks.
I nod as I step forward toward him. Tucking my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, I pull him closer, gently licking the sweat from his neck. Cade lets out a soft moan and brings his hands up to rest on my hips for a moment. He then takes a cube of ice from the glass and touches it to the side of my neck. The contrast between the cold ice and my hot skin is exhilarating, and my body starts to ache for him. Cade guides me backward toward the side of the house, pushing me up against it. I grind against him, groaning as his rapidly hardening erection presses into my belly.
Our mouths meet, and we tangle in an intense kiss before our lips part, and Cade begins to kiss along the side of my neck again. He makes his way down the scoop of my neckline, and I feel his breath on the swells of my breasts. I didn’t bother with a bra today, and I feel my nipples tighten against the fabric. Accepting the open invitation, Cade closes his mouth over the fabric and sucks my nipple between his lips. His hands slide under my shirt, lifting it up and tossing it to the side. Exposing my breasts, he draws a nipple between his teeth. I draw in a breath at the unexpected sensation and push Cade back. I turn him around, pressing him back to take my place against the side of the house. I release the button on the front of his jeans and draw the zipper down.
I'm thankful for the solitude of the house, but at the same time, I don't think I would care even if someone was close enough to see us. Tasting Cade and feeling his salty skin on my lips is intoxicating, and I crave more. His delicious cock springs out of his pants, and I wrap my hand eagerly around the thick shaft.
I tighten my hand around the base of his cock, holding it firmly before gradually increasing my speed into fast, intense strokes. Suddenly, his hand clasps my shoulder, and Cade pulls me to my feet. I don't resist. I give myself over fully to Cade's control, releasing my hand so he can exert his increasing desire. He pulls a condom from his back pocket before pushing his boxers and jeans down.
Cade winks at me, a roguish smirk crossing his face. “It’s always best to be prepared.”
“I didn’t know you were a scout,” I pant, dying to have him inside me.
Cade grins. “You know I wasn’t. Pull your panties down for me.”
Complying with his demand, I take my panties and pull them down to my knees.
I can’t believe we’re doing this outside. In broad daylight.
He rolls the condom down his hard length before flipping my skirt up and turning me around, positioning his powerful body behind me. I spread my legs as far apart as possible, and Cade pushes his thick cock inside my aching wet core, instantly stretching me open. He holds my hips tightly in his large hands as he begins to relentlessly pound into me, thrusti
ng his hard cock inside of me one deliberate stroke at a time. Moaning, I turn around, kissing him deeply while he reaches one hand in front of me, using his thumb to stroke my throbbing clit. It feels so good to have Cade inside me. Desire rages through my body as I race to orgasm.
His grunts gradually become more insistent, and my moans more desperate, and I know we’re both going to climax soon. I feel his cock tighten inside me, and then begin to throb. I cry out with release as he slows his movements, rubbing my clit without mercy as his body slowly relaxes.
* * *
Cade
I gasp for breath as I savor the last few seconds of Fiona's sweet pussy luxuriously milking me. Our eyes meet as I tuck away my cock, and chuck the used condom into a nearby trash bin.
"So," she asks, a mischievous smile on her lips as she smooths her skirt down, "what's on the schedule for today?"
"More of that?" I ask, wagging my eyebrows suggestively.
"Perhaps," she says with a flirty grin. "Anything else, though?"
"There are a few things I'd like to finish up today, but I also have an errand to run if you’d like to come with me."
Fiona looks both intrigued and let down by the suggestion of an errand.
"An errand?"
"Franklin is going to the high school today to talk to the teacher who will be managing the woodworking program I'm sponsoring there. If you're up to it, I thought we could go and check it out. I'm sure Franklin could handle it, but I'd rather be there myself to make sure everything is implemented exactly as I envision it. I want it to be perfect."
Unexpected Daddies Page 43