What he saw made him detonate. Andie’s mouth was wide open, her head thrown back in sheer pleasure and pink, everywhere pink flushed her entire body. Her hands over his shoulders, she dug her fingernails into his skin, flung her head back and screamed.
At the same time, pulsating sensations squeezed his cock, and his throbbing went out of control. He was rough, he was hard, and he grabbed her hips, and jerked her into his explosion, banging his dick deep inside her in the most awesome orgasm he’d ever experienced.
If this was dying and going to heaven, he didn’t know of a better way than with his angel, Andie. Sweet, sweet Andie.
She collapsed over him, her kisses messy and sloppy. She could barely breathe as she panted his name over and over again.
# # #
Andie lifted her head from Cade’s hard, hot chest, unable to believe the way she’d greedily rode his huge cock. She wasn’t this type of woman. She’d never been this wild, this crazy, this wanton.
What must Cade think of her? First he found out about her kissing Ronaldo, and now this? Just because he’d asked her to be his girlfriend?
Well, at least it’s more appropriate than when you fucked him at the Watkin’s Peak after the snow biking accident and you didn’t even have the ruby red slippers from Oz.
“I’m sorry. I lost control.” She couldn’t help giggling at the memory of her ruby red slippers pendant dangling in his face while she bucked up and down over him.
He twitched inside of her, still erect, and grinned. “You’re mine now. There is no controlling it. Ready for another round?”
“I, uh, wow. Really?” Her pussy throbbed against his shaft, and she hated to get off, except they needed a fresh condom. “I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”
“Wimp.” He gripped the base of his cock over the condom and pulled back. “Don’t worry. I’ve been saving these babies just for you.”
“Buh-babies?” She hiccupped, but calmed when he dangled a strip of wrapped condoms.
“Sorry, bad pun.”
She tried to swallow her disappointment and jealousy all rolled into one, but failed miserably. No matter what, Roxanne’s baby would always come between them.
“Hey, time for some cuddling.” Cade rolled back the bedcover after disposing the condom in the wastebasket.
“Oh, no, not yet.” The night was still young, and she hadn’t taken her fill of fantasy yet. “Show me what kink you have in that movie cabinet.” She licked her lips and writhed on the sheets. “Come on, outlaw, think you can tie me up and give me a whipping?”
A wicked gleam stretched his mouth in to grin. “You’re really into that?”
She felt her face broil as hot lava surged in her veins. “If it was good enough for Michal, tied up and blindfolded in David’s tower of torture …”
“You’re killing me, you and your King David fetish.” He crawled toward her, like a predator eyeing his prey, and she couldn’t help focusing on his pink and juicy dick.
Holy hot links. He was already fully erect. What was he? Superhuman?
He glided under the covers and pointed a remote to the curtains covering the movie screen. With a flick of his finger, he brought the projection TV to life and scrolled through his video library.
She couldn’t help blushing at the titles. Hot prickles erupted over her exposed skin, and she suddenly wasn’t able to get enough air.
“Welcome to my world, Miss Wales.” He gestured with the controller, and the opening sequence of Fifty Shades of Grey with its pulsing soundtrack surrounded them on the wall.
Andie had never felt more exposed and out of control. Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she took Cade’s outstretched hand and slid between the smooth, satin sheets.
The lights darkened, and the cuffs clicked, thankfully padded. Her hands were tied above her head, secured to the wrought iron bed post. She closed her eyes, hearing rather than seeing the movie. Something about an interview, she wasn’t missing much.
Cade’s mouth and fingers were alternately hard and soft over her sensitive skin. His body, large and masterful took control of her as sensations flooded her.
He kissed her, and tongued her, nipped her, surprising her, and then rubbing his stubble against her nipples, her chest, and her belly.
Andie couldn’t believe the guttural moans coursing through her throat or the sweet and tingly pleasure that warmed her to the core. Every spot he touched, teased, pinched, and bit sprouted alive with fierce desire, but her hands were tied.
All she could do was squeal and wiggle, arch and push against him. Beg. “Please, Cade, please.”
She was oblivious to the dialogue on screen and in any case, they had yet to get to the good parts. She, with Cade, was already in the red room, only it was the black and silver room, the dark room.
He raised himself above her and lifted her head, then tied a black cloth over her eyes.
“I’m no longer Cade,” he growled in her ears. “I’m any man you want me to be. Reach deep into your fantasies, and I’ll make them come alive.”
“Ahhh …” She screamed when he raked her with a hard object, then cried out as a thousand stinging whips flailed her already aroused skin.
It. Felt. Incredible.
The pain was surface, but deep inside, she was aroused to the hilt. She was Michal, wed to King David as a prize—purchased with the bloody tale of two hundred dead Philistines. She was Michal, when she was brought to his tower, hidden in a rug, and she was Michal, the day David in a rage, put a hood over her head and led her away as a prisoner to be executed and loved. Loved and lost, then found again.
His scratchy face was thick against her thighs, rubbing up and down as his wide shoulders pressed her legs apart, exposing her like an offering.
She was wet, soaking, probably gushing, and she moaned with relief when his tongue lapped and laved her juices, up and down and around her swollen clit.
Something hard was stuffed into her and she yelped with a jolt. It wasn’t his cock. Couldn’t be, because his mouth was smashed over her pussy as his clever tongue tangoed with her clit.
Andie felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and her throat go dry as pleasure shot from between her legs and circled higher and higher.
He fucked her with the ridged object. Was it the braided leather handle of the flail that flogged her earlier? Whatever.
She wanted him inside when she came. Not the handle. Not King David. No one, but Cade.
“Please—Cade—You—” Her words came out staccato, short and cut between ragged gasps. “In—Me.”
The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped was a blessing. The music in the movie reached a high peak, and Cade was plunging into her, fast and hard.
She gripped him tight with her legs around his waist as she bucked and bounced, pulling against the cuffs. The wall of his chest smacked her breasts, and his hips pistoned like a jackhammer, fucking her harder than he’d ever done before.
A deep upwelling of pleasure rumbled from her insides to swallow her entire body. It blasted through her core and zapped her every nerve. Her moans blended with whatever was going on in the movie and like being hit by a Mack truck, her orgasm crashed and pulverized her from screaming head to twitching toes.
“I love you, Cade. I love you, love you, love you.” Her utterances reverberated as she and Cade tangled in the throes of their conjoined climax.
Chapter 19
Sunday was spent in a fog of bliss and sex. Andie and Cade did nothing but feed and walk their dogs, played catch and toss with them in the backyard, before it was back up the spiral staircase to Cade’s playroom.
Cade’s text messages to Rob were unanswered, so Andie assumed things were okay with the baby. In any case, Roxanne and Cade’s mom would be moving in soon, and there would be no more privacy for their all day exploits.
When Andie woke Monday morning, Cade was already out of bed. She felt for his warmth without finding it. Hurriedly, she pulled a robe over her nake
dness and skittered down the spiral staircase to look for him.
“About time you woke. I have practice and you have a thing called work.” He was in the kitchen whipping up a health shake in his blender. “Are you an eggs and bacon type of girl or hash browns and sausage?”
The way he said ‘sausage,’ all suggestive and teasing had her quivering between her legs again. How did he do this? She had zero self-control, total abandon, and if he didn’t have practice, she’d jump his bones all over again.
Swallowing her drool, she replied. “Actually, I’m a cereal and milk kind of girl. I have some granola I bought.”
“Suit yourself,” he said, coming around the island stovetop and stealing a kiss from her. “I’ve tickets to a Dodger’s game tonight. We’ll get jumbo hot dogs inside toasted buns.”
“Sounds fun.” She squirmed in his embrace, reveling in the heat and spice of his cologne.
His minty breath puffed in her ear, drawing shivers down her spine while he caressed her breasts. “Don’t bother wearing panties. I have box seats.”
“There’ll still be people around.” She leaned against him, feeling weak in the knees.
“What goes on under the stadium blanket stays under the blanket.” He nipped her earlobe. “Sorry, I have to go.”
He poured his health drink into a travel mug. Picking up his gym bag, he laid a sloppy, wet kiss over her lips, and patted her behind. “Be a good girl today.”
Oh, goodness. How was she going to be good when he had her hot and aroused before her morning coffee?
“I’ll try,” she said weakly, but he was gone.
The man was serious about his work, a real professional. She wondered what he would do if he had to stay in bed for a month? Probably go crazy.
She was pouring herself a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. Strange. The dog walker had her own set of keys. Andie hurried to the door and peeked at the security monitor. A middle aged woman stood outside. Could she be Cade’s mother?
“Hello?” Andie said through the intercom. “Cade just left.”
“That’s fine. I’m his mother and I’m moving in.”
“Oh, sure, let me open the door.” Andie quickly unlatched the heavy wooden door. It opened to reveal a woman with dark circles under her eyes and gray growing at the roots of her dyed dark brown hair.
“Hi, I’m Andie, Cade’s—” She couldn’t claim girlfriend status if he hadn’t told his mother, so she waved her hand and said, “Come in. Cade’s been expecting you.”
“I’m Barbara Prescott, and you must be that chick plastered to his face this weekend.” Her eyes scanned her up and down.
“Plastered? What do you mean?”
“Gossip. Nothing you should be worried about. I’m just glad he finally got through to you. Help me move my suitcases?”
“Sure.” Andie slipped on her sandals and followed Barbara to her car. She wanted to ask what she meant about getting through to her, but she bit her tongue. No use exposing her insecurities around Cade’s mother.
“Has Cade heard when Roxanne’s moving in?” Barbara lifted the hatch of her Prius.
Andie grabbed a rolling suitcase. “Nothing. They probably kept her at the hospital.”
“Course, either Cade’s phone was off or he was extremely busy.”
What was Andie going to say? Admit that she was screwing the brains out of Cade? Her face heating, she rolled the suitcase to the door. “Cade didn’t say where he wanted you to stay.”
“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll make myself feel at home and find a room. Where are you staying?” She followed Andie across the threshold.
“Up there.” Andie pointed to the spiral staircase, then turned toward the great room. “There are some rooms beyond those double doors. Maybe he wants you to stay there.”
Barbara hummed and nodded. “He must be serious about you. What was your name again? Andrea or something?”
“No, Andie.” Andie flushed and shrugged. She hated her true name, so old and dowdy. “Shall we leave your bags over there?”
“Sure, you’re already in his bedroom, so I figure any of the other rooms are fair game.”
His bedroom? The studio above the kitchen was his? He must have been really sure of himself that first night when he brought her home if he gave her his room.
“I hate to run.” Andie glanced at the grandfather clock which was stuck at midnight. “I have to get to work. Is there anything else you need?”
Barbara held her arms open to give her a hug. “No, I’m good. You’re as sweet and charming as Cade said, and I just want you to know, no matter what happens, my Cade needs a strong woman like you. He really has kept himself away from the kind of women he used to play with. You’re in a different league altogether.”
Andie melted into the hug. “Thanks. He’s a good guy.”
“Now, if we can only figure out what to do with the baby. Cade doesn’t trust Roxanne to raise him right, but I doubt she’d just give the baby up without a fight or a hefty bribe.”
Andie’s body stiffened, and she let go of Cade’s mother. “You mean he wants sole custody?”
“Now, you don’t have to worry. I’ll be the primary caretaker of that little darling. But if you ask me, any mother who can’t give up four weeks of her life to keep the baby safe is not fit to be a parent. I may have made my mistakes, but Cade always came first for me, even if—” She bent her head down and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ah, never mind. I’m not making excuses. I was a horrible mother, but I tried.”
“No, don’t say that. You’re important to Cade.” Andie clasped the older woman’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re here.”
# # #
Cade grunted as he failed to complete the last pass. High and wide again. What the hell was wrong with his game? Coach Settles stood at the sideline with his arms crossed and a bulldog jut to his jaw.
They’d let him start the first scrimmage of the two, but with the way he was performing, it’d be a tough call between him and Irvin for the second one.
The coaches called another play, this time in shotgun formation. Cade took the hike, and as the blockers and their pads slapped and thudded, he scrambled for an open receiver.
Joey broke through, waving his hands and Cade drilled it with all his strength and was getting ready to pump his fist on the completion, when a defensive end slammed into him. What the hell? This was a scrimmage, not a real game, and the guy was his own teammate.
Cade’s shoulder crunched on the ground, and the familiar twisting pain tore through him. Before he could sit up, a fight broke out with shouting and shoving.
Coach Settles helped him up. “Go with the medic and ice your shoulder. What the hell got into Sanderson?”
Steve Sanderson was the bruiser who hit him. He was also Todd Irvin’s buddy, although nothing would happen to him. Probably a fine and a dressing down. None of the coaches would sideline the league’s leading linebacker for long, even if this was only training camp.
After the team doctor packed his shoulder with ice, Cade walked to the locker room. It was only a slight strain fortunately, but it meant he wasn’t playing in the afternoon scrimmage.
His cell phone rang as soon as he opened his locker. It was his mom.
“Cade, you’re not going to believe this,” she said without preamble. “I went by Celebrity Highland and she’s gone. Roxanne’s checked out.”
“Wait, is she okay?”
“No one would tell me a thing. She’s just not there, and they won’t tell me if she was still pregnant when she left.”
“Wait, maybe they’re just not telling you. You know, patient confidentiality.”
“I convinced them I’m her mother. She’s not there. You better call Rob and see what he says.”
Chapter 20
Leroy peeked into Andie’s cubicle as soon as she settled in. “Boss wants to go over the King David actors. He’s already selected the Bathsheba actress, although he disagrees with you on the choice for Micha
l.”
“Why? Because my Michal is actually pretty and sweet, and his is a vamp?”
“Something like that. Listen, I know you’re biased toward Michal, but every movie ever made has Michal as the bitchy shrew and Bathsheba as the one he ultimately loves. All the way back to that first movie by—”
“Enough.” Andie held up her hand. “Let’s pick the David actor first and then worry about Michal. David is the main character and the most complicated.”
“I’ll say.” Leroy flipped the headshots from the folder. “Let’s sort them in rank order. I still disagree with you about Declan Reed. He’s in between jobs and really wants it. Besides, Mr. Silver didn’t like the other actor we recommended.”
It figured Declan was in between jobs. Now that she was involved, she’d done some research on his acting, and he just wasn’t as talented as they’d all believed. He tried too hard to be someone else, and right now, he was going around emulating a young Matt Damon.
“Our David should be unique and larger than life. Declan is too small screen for that. He’s a womanizer, yes, but David was more than just a womanizer. David was a lover, and a fighter, and a judge. David could be stern and opinionated, yet wacky and giddy—very emotional.”
Leroy waved Declan’s picture in front of her. “Have you watched this guy’s movies? Or are you basing it on that one Romeo and Juliet role he had when he first got started? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had some personal issue with him.”
Andie collected her breath and fingered the rest of the photos. “Why don’t we set him on the side and rank the rest of the actors?”
All she had to do was find one man to beat Declan. How hard could it be? But then, she was being unfair and personal. Vengeful. Truthfully, she should let it go. It wasn’t as if he’d held onto her and made her life miserable. Once they found out they weren’t compatible, he’d let her go, fair and square. A no-fault divorce and nothing on her record. Not even her parents knew they had eloped for that short moment in time in Vegas.
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