“Yes,” she moaned. “Another one…please…”
Her back arched off the bed as she begged for more. I kept my eyes trained on her, testing her reaction as I slid the second finger into her slick tightness. She sighed with bliss, longing for even more of my thick digits, but I refused to give it to her just yet. After all, she’d offered me every part of her….every single one. I massaged her inner walls as she stared down at me, gasping at the pleasure overwhelming my body, and then I slid my pinkie finger just past the tight ring of her ass. The whole area was already soaking wet from all her juices dripping down, and she let out another moan as the finger slid inside her most forbidden hole.
“Oh god, yes!”
I kept fingering her pussy and ass, sliding the fingers in and out as my cock continued to rub her clit, and then I rose again, slowly withdrawing my fingers. She’d had enough teasing. Now it was time for the real thing. I slid my cock downward to meet her slit.
Charlotte gripped the headboard behind her, preparing for my thrust, and I moved slowly, pushing my tip inside her. Pleasure rocked me instantly, and Charlotte moaned for more of me. I pulled her in closer, burrowing my shaft even deeper inside her, and she moaned again, louder this time, feeling every inch of my cock stretching her.
Her hips jolted, begging for another thrust, and I dug my fingers into her to hold her down. She whimpered. “Oh, god…more…”
My lips crashed into hers, drawing another hard kiss from her, and I jutted my hips forward, rocking us both with a hard thrust. Charlotte sighed between my lips, holding my body even closer to hers as sweat broke out over our skin, and her fingers dragged across my back and arms, feeling every muscle that lay there. I pumped into her again, finally giving into my desire to fuck her hard, and I didn’t stop. I began to piston in and out of her, breathing fast as my lips remained planted on Charlotte’s, and warmth bled from every muscle. I let it overwhelm me, riding the wave higher and higher until I was about to explode, and I slid one hand down between us, gently stroking Charlotte’s clit as I thrust in and out, continuing the hard grind.
Suddenly her entire body quaked, and I knew she was coming. A rush of pleasure radiated throughout my own limbs, but I didn’t climax yet—I wanted to give her more.
When her breathing began to steady, she pushed up to kiss me, and I took her face in my hands, holding her tight as if she could float away at any second. Her knees hugged my waist and she wrapped her arms around me while guiding me onto my back. My thickness slid out of her as we moved, but she quickly maneuvered me back where I belonged. I lay back and watched as she took control, eyes growing wider as she rode me, bouncing and dancing on my cock like a well-practiced routine. I moved my hands up her body to cup her breasts, and her nipples swelled even more against my palms.
I grunted from the back of my throat as Charlotte’s nails dug into my chest as hard as they could. She leaned her head back and moaned softly at the ceiling while my hips bucked to meet her bounce, pushing against her inner walls until they began to contract around my cock.
“Oh, fuck—Cade!”
She moaned for me, and I held her together while she started to unravel on me. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down as I pressed my thumb against her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled.
I flicked my thumb quickly against her throbbing bud, drawing another scream from the back of her throat, and then she was coming on me again. The hot wetness inside became like a deluge, raining down on my cock while I took her with another round of upward thrusts as my own climax approached. Then everything exploded, from my head all the way down to my toes, and I groaned loudly as I finally came.
Charlotte slid off me and fell to the bed, finally submitting to exhaustion, and sweat bled off my brow as I lay next to her, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. My whole body was burning, and I’d never felt so alive.
It was always like this with Charlotte. Each time always seemed better than the last, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life knowing that she was mine and I was hers. She didn’t know it, but I had something planned in that regard, and hopefully, it was going to happen sooner rather than later. I was going to officially lock her down as mine.
Forever.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Charlotte
Fourteen months later
“I still think football is boring.”
I turned to look at Evan, who was glancing around the crowds at Heinz Field stadium with disinterest. I grinned. “Well, why did you come to the game with us, then?” I asked, giving him a playful elbow.
“Because Cade said I have to be here for—”
My Mom nudged Evan, and he stopped talking.
“Cade said you have to what?” I said, arching an eyebrow.
“Cade just wanted to see his whole family here supporting him,” Mom said hurriedly.
Evan enthusiastically nodded to back her up, and I narrowed my eyes slightly in suspicion. The two of them were behaving quite weirdly. Neither of them were football fans at all, yet they’d both insisted on accompanying me to Cade’s game against the Patriots tonight. Even when I’d told them I didn’t mind coming alone, knowing that Evan had just scored himself a girlfriend and might want to spend time with her, they’d maintained their desire to come and watch the game with me instead.
Oh well, it was nice having company.
In the last few years, I’d become somewhat of a football fan out of support for Cade’s career, although I was still a bit stunted in my knowledge of all the positions and other such things. I knew enough to know when Cade’s team was playing well, though, and every time I had a chance to go to one of his games, I jumped at the chance. He was doing so well, and I couldn’t be prouder of him.
For the first few months of his professional career, he’d barely been on the field at all, seeing as he was fourth string QB. But then one of the backups had befallen a season-ending knee injury during practice one day, and the other backup had retired for various reasons. Cade had become second on the depth chart by the end of that season, behind the starter, who was a man named Andrew Harlick. Harlick had then suffered internal bleeding after a hit by a linebacker during a game, and Cade had been able to play a few games.
The next season had then almost started with Harlick still playing as starting QB and Cade as a backup, but due to poor performance on Harlick’s behalf during the pre-season games, the decision had been made for him to be replaced by Cade as the starter. The game I was at right now was Cade’s second game as starting QB, and from the reception he’d been getting so far, I could tell that he was already getting to be quite popular with the female fans as well as male.
“Cade! Cade Blackwell! We love you!”
I glanced to my left to see several blonde girls screaming and waving as the Steeler’s team took to the field after halftime, and I grinned. I wasn’t jealous. I was nothing but proud of my man for getting to where he was today so quickly, all through determination, effort and hard work, and I knew he’d never look at another woman the same way he looked at me. They could mob him and throw themselves at him—and one woman actually did throw herself at him one day, hurling herself into his arms after the team had returned from their last away game—but no matter what they did, it wasn’t going to make him love me less. I knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
I couldn’t blame other women for wanting him, though. He was sexy as hell, great at what he did, and on top of that, he was already pretty famous in general for being the son of Keith Blackwell, who was likely to go down as the biggest asshole in recent history. Cade and I still got recognized on the street quite often, seeing as we’d been the ones to discover and relay his father’s offences to the world via the internet, and we’d learned to take it in our stride. It was all history now, and in the time that we’d known each other, we’d both learned that dwelling on the past never worked out well for anyone.
The second half of the game started, and Evan, Mom and I cheered a
nd watched with bated breath. With the higher vantage of the free seats we’d been given (Cade got four great tickets per game to give to friends or family), we could see all the action perfectly, and it felt amazing to be up here cheering him on.
Cade’s team’s performance was as good as ever in the third quarter. Unfortunately, the opposing team was equally good, because the quarter ended with a tied score. I was on the edge of my seat as the game paused for a break during the changeover between the quarters, and Evan turned to me.
“So who’s winning?”
I laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Look at the scoreboard. It’s a tie at the moment.”
“Where’s the scoreboard?”
I wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not, but I pointed at the huge screen down at the end of the field. “Right there.”
“Oh, right,” he replied with a shrug. “Anyway, I was just making sure you definitely knew where it was.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Um…I don’t know,” he replied. Mom nudged him again and whispered something I couldn’t hear.
They were being weird again, but I didn’t have time to dwell on the issue because the last quarter was about to begin. Down on the field, the huddle broke and the offensive line took their positions. I saw Cade calling out something to his teammates that I couldn’t quite hear, and then the game began. Cade went to his left and faked a throw to get the defensive line heading that way before throwing it in the opposite direction to one of the wide receivers, and then the game was really on.
Even Evan was getting into it at this point, watching his big brother make plays with fascination, and soon the Steelers were up by five points. Nothing changed in the last few minutes, making it an easy win for them, and I stood and cheered at the victory as the rest of the crowd went wild as well. It might’ve been quite early in the season, but they were already doing really well, and nothing made me happier than seeing Cade’s triumphant grin at the end of a successful game.
Evan nudged me a few minutes later. “Look at the final score again.”
“What? Oh…”
On the scoreboard, there was a message saying ‘CHARLOTTE EMMA RUBIO, PLEASE GO DOWN TO THE FIELD’.
Confused, I stood up and made my way down, and as I did so, I could see Cade’s teammates forming a tunnel with their bodies; one line on each side with Cade standing at the end. I tentatively stepped through the tunnel, and as I reached the end where Cade was standing, he smiled and gestured to something behind me. “Look, it’s your favorite mascot,” he said.
Confused, I stopped and turned to see the Steeler’s team mascot standing at the end of the tunnel that I’d just walked through. I giggled and shook my head; Cade knew how silly I thought Steely McBeam looked. The mascot did a silly little dance, distracting me for a moment, and then he motioned for me to turn around again, which I did.
Cade was on his knees.
Actually, he was only on one knee. And he was holding something up to me.
I gasped, a hand flying to my mouth as I realized what was happening. I was glued to the spot, frozen in my state of shock, my eyes watering as I gazed down at him.
“Charlotte,” he said. “You’re amazing. You’re beautiful, smart, ambitious, and funny as hell. And I’ve told you how I had a huge crush on you when we went to school together…”
I nodded vehemently, tears of joy filling my eyes as he continued.
“Well, I still have a huge crush on you. In fact, I love you more than anything. I want to spend the rest of my life with you…if you’ll have me.”
My hand flew to my mouth as my eyes settled on a black box in his hand, which he was now opening. Inside it sat the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen—gold with a big princess-cut diamond in the middle and several smaller stones set around it. It was perfect for me, for our love.
He was perfect.
“Yes,” I blurted out. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Just to be clear, I’m asking you to marry me.”
“I know, and I’m saying yes!” I said again. I almost knocked Cade over as I jumped at him, giving him a tight hug. We were a mess of laughter and smiles as he slipped the ring onto my finger. It was perfect; beautiful and sparkling. Just like our future together.
Cade’s teammates erupted into whoops and cheers around us, and I looked into his eyes. “I love you so much,” I said.
“I love you too,” he murmured. “By the way…. look.”
He looked up at the Jumbotron, and I followed his gaze, bursting into laughter as I saw what was up there. The camera was focused on Evan and Mom, and they were waving and holding Cade’s old school book; the one Evan had showed me years ago, proving how Cade had once had a schoolboy crush on me. It was opened to the page that said CB + CR, and then the Jumbotron screen changed to a slideshow of photos of the two of us that we’d taken over the last three years.
I turned back to Cade, shaking my head. “I can’t believe you organized all this for me. It’s so amazing. And it must’ve been hard getting them to let you do it.”
“You’re worth the effort,” he replied with a wink. “You’re the one for me, Charlotte.”
“And you’re the one for me.”
I’d grown so much during my time with Cade, and I knew that I’d keep becoming a better person with every day that I spent with him. He’d helped me learn how to forgive, and he’d helped me learn how to trust people again. I no longer felt the paranoia and distrust I used to feel when faced with new people, and I recognized that no one was out to hurt me. Well, almost no one—bad people like Keith did exist in the world, but I knew that Cade wasn’t one of them, and he never would be. He’d helped me see the good in people, and I was forever grateful for that.
He leaned down and kissed me, one hand tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as everyone else cheered and whooped around us.
“I know I already said this,” he murmured. “But I love you. And I can’t wait to marry you.”
“I love you too,” I replied, before pulling back and staring up at him, my eyes glowing with mischievous intent. “Now, I know you scored quite a few points during the game, but how would you feel about getting out of here and scoring again? Off the field, this time.”
Cade grinned. “You wouldn’t just be teasing me, would you?” he asked.
I winked and entwined my right hand in his before tugging on it. “No. But once we get home, I might just tease you until you’re begging for it….”
THE END
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MASK
Chapter 1
Rayna
“Wanna drink?”
My friend Liana held up a beer as she returned to her bedroom, and I grinned at her. “We haven’t even gone to the party yet!” I said.
“Don’t they have pre-drinking over in the States?” she asked. “Oh wait, I forgot…back home, you aren’t even legally allowed to drink yet, are you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Feels so weird knowing that I can just walk into a bar here.”
“Pub,” she replied, sticking her tongue out. “That’s what we call it here most of the time. Now that you’re gonna be living here, I’ll have to teach you all the lingo.”
I smiled again and smoothed my dress down as I considered her words. I’d been in London for a week now, and it had still barely hit me that this was my home now; this unfamiliar city, with its comparatively ancient architecture, quaint little shops and far narrower streets th
an my hometown all the way across the Atlantic in good old California.
But this was it—England was where I lived now, after I’d moved over here with my Mom.
After spending my entire life up to this point in the States, it was safe to say that this recent move had been a bit of a shock to the system. One of the first things I’d noticed as I stepped off the plane was how cold it was. Compared to the balmy Californian summers I was accustomed to, London was friggin’ freezing! I wasn’t entirely convinced that this new lifestyle was going to suit me at all, because I’d always been such a beach bum, and my usual wardrobe of shorts and casual tank tops was going to have to change dramatically. Luckily, I’d been shopping just before I came, and I’d purchased a myriad of oversized sweaters, coats and jeans.
I wouldn’t have come here permanently if I’d been given the choice, but I wasn’t an idiot—I knew I wasn’t ready to face the world without my Mom around just yet. Yes, I was nineteen years old; at an age where I could’ve remained behind, living by myself, and I wouldn’t have minded doing so if she’d simply been moving down the street…but she’d moved to a different continent entirely. I knew I wasn’t ready to be that far away from her just yet—especially seeing as she was the only biological parent I had in my life—so here I was.
She was about to marry Gerald Wilde; a wealthy English businessman who she was certain was the love of her life after a whirlwind romance. They’d met online, and after I’d finally met the guy in person, I half-wondered how certain she really was, but that wasn’t something I would ever say out loud.
I didn’t really know a lot about Gerald, apart from the fact that he had a huge manor on an estate on the outskirts of London, a very profitable corporate finance business, an enormous luxury car collection, and a son who was about the same age as me. Mom had shown me a photo of the pair of them together when she first met Gerald, but I hadn’t taken much notice at the time, because I hadn’t expected it to go this far. I’d honestly thought it would fizzle out long before it got to this stage. I wasn’t aware that people actually moved across to the other side of the world to be with someone they met online; it sounded more like something from a rom-com movie than real life.
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