Suite Hearts

by Caitlin Daire

  “Seeing as our lives have apparently been sorted out on this date, does that mean you think the night is over?” he asked.

  I didn’t even need to think about my reply as I slid myself even closer to him. My lips were now only inches from his mouth.

  “Oh, no, it’s not over,” I said. “I think it’s only just begun….”

  15 Peyton

  My words hung in the air, and Cade arched an eyebrow.

  “Oh, really?” he finally said. His hand trailed gently over my skin. "In that case, have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he went on.

  I smiled and looked away, almost afraid that I’d burst into flames if I stared at him for a second longer. He was just so damn hot.

  Things felt so intimate when we were this close, with his breath in my ear and his fingers caressing my skin. I wanted to lean against his touch, but at the same time, part of my mind was still trying to resist.

  I wasn't supposed to be doing this... I wasn't supposed to fall for a guy like Cade. It had nothing to do with his job or his last name. It was the way he made me feel jittery, like I was on cloud nine. The way he teased me and made me furious, but made me want to crawl into his arms the very next second.

  A guy like Cade was dangerous, and I was falling fast...

  I couldn't help it.

  I let myself fall, hard.

  I looked up at him again. His blue eyes reflected the bonfire on the beach as he gazed at me, his lips parting to speak. "You really are," he said. "Stunning, Peyton. I can barely keep my eyes off you. It’s so distracting."

  "I'm... sorry," I said, and he laughed.

  "Don't be sorry," he said. He leaned even closer. "I like it. I like looking at you."

  His lips finally brushed against mine and he kissed me, softly at first, like I was a precious china doll. As if his kiss could shatter me to pieces... which is exactly what it was doing. But I let myself fall apart against his lips, and I breathed a soft sigh into his mouth as he claimed me with his. He was such a good kisser, making me forget about everything that had troubled me only a second ago.

  I wanted to let go, wanted to let him have all of me.

  "You're so perfect," he murmured, and I melted against his touch. His free hand came up to rest against my cheek and I leaned against him, needing more of the sweet words he was giving me. I'd never met a guy like Cade Miller. He was absolutely dreamy in every single way. The bonfire he set up for me, the way he kissed, those silly yet fun pranks we'd been playing... it was all his own version of a dance of seduction. It had all been leading up to this.

  Now it was finally time.

  "Take my clothes off," I said. His fingers lingered on my cheek, slipping over my cupid's bow and resting on my bottom lip. "Please, Cade... I want you to see me without them."

  He reached down, and his fingers wound around the hem of my cardigan and then my dress, gently lifting them off me. I helped him, desperate to get the clothes off my body. I needed to feel his touch on my burning skin, and I wanted him to soothe the spots that burned especially hot.

  Soon I was sitting in front of him in just a soft pink lace bralette and a matching thong.

  "Fuck, Peyton..." Cade muttered, his fingers lingering on my collarbone, gently touching me while I stared at him through my thick lashes. "You're so perfect. I don't deserve this…."

  "Please," I whispered. "I want you to have me, because I want to have you too."

  I tugged at his shirt, and with a groan, he reached behind his back and pulled it off. My eyes widened as they took in his smooth, tattooed chest and his muscle-bound abdomen. He said I was the perfect one, but whenever I looked at him, perfection was all I saw. He was sculpted like a god, thick muscles colored with black ink and tanned skin as far as I could see. I wanted my hands on them, wanted to feel the heat beneath his skin under my fingertips and trace the spot where all his blood was rushing to.

  There was no point in pretending I didn't see his erection. His shorts were tented by it, his cock straining against the fabric, and he groaned as he threw his shirt onto the sand, his attention back on me.

  "Lie on your back," he said, and my body shivered as I followed his orders, lying on my back on the picnic blankets he'd set around the fire. His hands went on either side of me, and he hovered above me, his lips lingering just an inch away from mine again.

  "Kiss me," I begged, and he groaned against my lips before lowering his mouth once again.

  He kissed me deeper this time, letting me mold against his touch and whimper into his mouth, so desperate for him to deepen our kiss even more. Then he did, and his hands gently tugged at my bra. I didn't resist, letting him take it off so my breasts were free. He took a sharp intake of breath, lowering his mouth against my right nipple and sucking it into his mouth. My body arched when he did it, and I scratched at his skin gently, desperate for him to do more. His teeth joined the game and he bit me, making me mewl, letting him know how desperate I was for him.

  I couldn't hide it anymore. I'd fought my attraction for Cade long enough, but now I wanted him for real. There was no going back.

  "Please, take my panties off," I whispered, and he growled something under his breath as he reached for them. I wiggled my ass to get out of the thong, and he slipped it off my hips with ease, discarding it on the sand. My fingers dug into his pants now, desperately trying to tug them off so I could feel him inside me.

  "Peyton..." he grunted. "We're going so fast. I don't want you to regret this."

  "Never," I breathed in exasperation. "I'll never regret this. It's the most perfect night, and I’m so happy. Please, Cade, I want this so badly..."

  He buried his face in my navel, licking and nibbling at my skin while I begged softly for him to take things further. When I jerked my hips up, because I was unable to resist his touch, he groaned and finally reached for the zipper on his pants. He had them off in seconds, and he kneeled before me in just his boxers, his cock pressing against them in a desperate effort to get out and inside me.

  "Please, Cade," I begged again, forgetting all about my self-respect. All that mattered was his body against mine, skin on skin. I wanted to feel, have, hold, so much more of Cade Miller.

  "Sweetheart," he said in a strained voice. "Take my cock out. I want to see your fingers on it."

  I moved closer to him, my eyes on his as I reached for his boxers and slowly pushed them down. His cock sprang free right away, and I gasped at the size of it. I never expected him to be this... big. I glanced up at him and he stroked my cheek gently.

  "Don't worry," he said. "We'll make it fit."

  I gasped as he gently lay me on my back again, his body molding itself to mine perfectly. Every inch of him was sculpted and hard, with muscles popping up in places I didn't even expect them to. His cock dug into my navel desperately, and I moaned at the size of him, desperate to feel him somewhere else.

  "Cade, I don't want to wait anymore,” I said, my voice low and desperate.

  "You want me inside you?" His tone was sweet, but there was a rough edge of need in his voice. "There's nothing I want more than to fuck you..." He kissed a line down my chest, all the way to my bellybutton, and my body struggled against his, desperate to get off. "I want to fill you up, I want to feel you from the inside, Peyton. Let me have you… beg me to do it."

  "Please," I whispered. "I need it so badly, Cade..."

  I parted my legs and he let out a low guttural growl before reaching for his shorts and digging around in them. He brought out a condom and slipped it on fast before coming back to my shaky body, his cock poised at my entrance. He looked up at me, his hands shaking as he placed the tip of himself at my sex.

  "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded desperately. "Tell me.”

  "I'm sure," I whispered. "Cade, please, I need to feel you."

  And with a single thrust of his powerful hips, he was inside me. I cried out again when I felt him fill me up, every last inch of me until I was completely stretched out. I'd never
had sex like this, where I felt like my partner absolutely consumed me with each move he made. Where I felt like I belonged to him completely; as if he could see inside me as he gazed down into my eyes.

  "You're perfect," Cade said. "So fucking perfect."

  His hips started moving of their own accord, as if he couldn't stop the motions any longer, and my own body submitted to his thrusts so easily. I gasped as he fucked me, feeling his cock all the way inside me, hitting every inch of my walls and taking me higher with each thrust. It was incredible being filled like this with his eyes on mine and his hands holding my waist and my ass as if I were made of the finest china. He treated me like a treasure, and I felt like I truly was one as he drove into me, my body submitting to his every desire.

  "I want to come," I moaned. "Please, Cade, I want to come."

  He leaned down and gave me a needy kiss, and my body responded as easily as if this was what it was supposed to do all along.

  "You don't have to ask for permission," he whispered in my ear.

  With those words out in the open, my body came apart beneath his, and I gasped and sighed as my release washed over me.

  Cade groaned as he felt me coming, my pussy tightening on his cock and sucking him so much deeper, demanding so much more from his body. He never slowed down, just kept fucking me in fast, steady movements that got me off like nothing else. I let it happen and took all of him inside me, my body quivering as he brought it to new heights of bliss.

  "Cade!" I gasped. "Oh, Cade please! Come with me, I need you to come with me."

  He groaned and kept fucking me, and I reveled at the size of him inside me, filling me up like nobody ever had before. My body responded to his thrusts in desperate motions, and I finally heard him grunt in a last-ditch effort to stop the inevitable. Both his hands held onto my hips now, and he fucked me with so much need my body wouldn't stop trembling and coming again—or maybe still—as he fucked himself into me.

  "Sweetheart," he growled. "I need to come now, I need to fill you up."

  "Yes," I begged, my eyes fluttering open and closed desperately as I stared up at him. "Please, Cade, let me have it… I want you, I want this, please!"

  He let out a single grunt and drove back in, his cock bottoming out inside me. His voice was a deep growl as he exploded. I felt his cock throbbing, pulsating and filling me up in the most satisfying, incredible way. He didn't move an inch, barely made a sound as he emptied himself, and my body finally recovered after its orgasm, lying shaky and used up underneath his. My head fell to the side, deep breaths escaping my raw lips.

  "Peyton…" He grunted and pushed inside me one last time, making me shiver. "You’re so beautiful. Fucking perfect."

  He pulled out and discarded the condom before pulling me into his arms on the picnic blanket. My body slowly eased into his warm embrace, my breath steadying and my arms curling around him as we lay together and watched the embers of the fire slowly burn out.

  "You're something special, Peyton Cadwell," he whispered in my ear. "And I'm not letting go, no matter what ends up happening. I can’t. I just can’t."

  "Good," I murmured. "Don't ever let go.”

  His lips ghosted a kiss over my hair, and he whispered another promise in my ear.

  "Never.”

  16 Kaden

  I couldn't get her off my mind.

  The mental image of Peyton beneath me, her body squirming to get closer to mine, and her mouth parting to whisper my name was all I could think of. After one night together, I was completely addicted, and I knew I'd never have enough of her. I'd fallen head over heels for this girl who was completely off limits for me, but damn it to hell if I wasn't going to try and get closer to her.

  I was falling in love.

  It was a feeling I'd never been familiar with. The strange sensation sent my head spinning, and I couldn't stop my mind from filling with images of Peyton and replaying the words she'd spoken.

  The way she'd begged, the way her body responded to mine, those little gasps when she threw her head back in absolute ecstasy... she was a drug and I'd never get enough of her. And I didn't mind being addicted one fucking bit.

  Right now, I was driving home for the weekend, enjoying the breeze of the late summer coming through the windows. I'd rolled them down, forgoing the AC in favor of the fresh air. I loved driving by the beach, and being close to the water with its salty sea breeze served to clear my head again. My thoughts were still on Peyton, but the guilt was beginning to roll in.

  I wanted to tell her the truth on our date.

  Honestly, I did.

  That was the plan—take her to the beach, have an amazing date set up just for her, and finally explain everything. I knew she'd be pissed, but I also knew we had to deal with it before it was too late to 'fess up. If I didn't tell her, she'd only get angrier when it finally came out... and the last thing I wanted was for Peyton to dig up the truth herself. I wanted to be the one to tell her.

  So that was my intention for the evening. Tell the truth.

  But when I was actually there on that beach, things were different to what I imagined. I opened my mouth to say the words so many times, and I chickened out on every single opportunity I got. She just looked so damn happy, and the way she looked at me made my heart soar. I could feel the words bubbling up inside me, but I couldn’t get them out.

  I was afraid that if I did, she’d never look at me that way again.

  I couldn't bear to take that happiness from her and ruin what we had when things were this good, and I didn't want to ruin her perfect night by shattering her illusions of me. And then her mouth was on mine and every worry, every problem, was long forgotten. All that mattered was our bodies melding together.

  So I figured I could wait a little while longer. It wasn't like a couple more days would hurt—I was going to tell her. I just didn't want to burst her bubble yet.

  Still, the guilt was tearing me up inside. Despite everything, despite how happy she was, I should’ve fucking told her. Ripped the Band-Aid off and stopped acting like a pussy. Now when I finally did tell her, she was gonna be even more pissed, because we’d slept together; taken that extra step in our relationship. Fuck… I should’ve resisted. Should’ve called it an early night and taken her home untouched.

  Hindsight was a real bitch.

  The drive home passed way too quickly for my liking. I wasn't completely ready to face my parents just yet, and I had an idea on the way to their house that I deemed genius in my head.

  I was going to get my mom some flowers. She loved gestures like that, and it was a sure way of getting her off my back, at least for a little while. It sucked that things had to be like this. My parents and I actually used to be really close. It was only since their obsession with their competitor started that they became so neurotic and demanding.

  I stopped by a grocery store on the way home, almost forty-five minutes away from the Mirabella. Climbing out of the car, I squinted against the sunlight and wished once again that I'd told Peyton the truth. Yeah, I didn't want to ruin the moment, but I knew the truth coming out was inevitable. And the more I postponed telling her, the more trouble I was getting myself in.

  My mind was filled with her—as usual—as I browsed the aisles of the grocery store. It was one I hadn't gone to since they remodeled, and I was struggling to find their fresh flowers aisle. Walking through the store, I kept getting to the most random parts of it, and somehow I ended up in the hair and beauty section, struggling to find my way out. It was like a damn vortex. How the fuck did girls even find their way out of here?

  Just as I was passing one of the hair products aisle, I spied a familiar face.

  She wore a plaid shirt tied around her waist, cut-off denim shorts and a band tee. There was also a baseball cap on her head, but I recognized her right away.

  "DeeDee—Sorry, Allegra?" I called out.

  The girl turned around to face me. It was her, just like I'd suspected. I raised my hand in a wave. She was
standing with her back facing a shelf which was lined with several boxes of hair dye.

  I was about to walk over when she stooped down to another shelf, grabbed a bottle of conditioner, and then left in a hurry. I stared at her retreating back with furrowed brows, wondering why she'd blown me off like that.

  I guess she was too high and mighty to be seen with the likes of me now that she had a new identity as a rich girl.

  Peyton had mentioned a while ago that they'd struggled to get along at first, but I wasn't about to question Allegra over her attitude. Her life, her business. I shrugged and turned around, and I somehow made it out of the hair and beauty maze toward the front of the room where there was a large display of fresh bouquets. Duh, of course there was. I'd walked right past it the first time around.

  As I paid for a bunch of peonies, Mom's favorite, my eyes scoured the store, but there was no sign of Allegra. She must've left in a hurry, and I couldn't help wondering why my presence in the grocery store freaked her out so much. I guess she did have a panic attack in the hotel that first day, though, so she was likely prone to them, and right now she was probably just nervous and shy from all the media attention she'd been getting. I decided to let it go and paid for my flowers before getting back in the car, placing the bouquet on the driver's seat.

  It only took me another ten minutes to get to my parents' house. I pulled into the driveway and stared at the McMansion that awaited me. A deep sigh rolled off my lips and I got out of the car, taking the bouquet with me. The house screamed nouveau riche—from the gold plated Corinthian columns lining the entrance to our house, to all the cars in the garage attached to the house. My dad had a hobby of collecting them, and my mom matched him in getting the newest designer pieces with matching plastic surgery. I found the attempts to show off our wealth a little desperate, but then again, it wasn't my money, and they were free to do whatever the fuck they wanted to with it.