by Piper Rayne
He grips my ass as though he’s saying that I’m not going anywhere until I’m a fumbling mess. God, if he’s this good at oral, I can’t imagine the magic he can create with his dick. One of his hands disappears from my ass, and a second later, his finger teases my opening.
I have no energy to watch him anymore, and my back falls to the bed as waves build on top of one another. Then he adds a second finger and those waves build to a tsunami. In and out his fingers move masterfully, building my orgasm. His mouth covers my clit, working in the perfect pattern. I clench hard on his fingers, trying to stave off my climax and enjoy this for a few more minutes.
But the strangled noise that leaves him as though he’s tortured by the thought of what that will feel like around his dick sends that giant wave crashing on the shore and undoes me as I spiral into pure bliss. No worries, no second-guessing, just me filtering like water onto a sandy beach until I’m limp on the bed, sprawled out for his viewing pleasure.
He kisses his way up my body. I want to lie here and enjoy it, but he’s got way too many clothes on. So I flip him over.
“I take it that was a winner?” he asks, a sly grin in place. “I mean, to keep up my end of the arrangement?”
“Do you need an ego boost, Cade?”
His fingers land on my ribs, tickling me until I’m the one on my back.
“Your screams were enough,” he whispers, kneeling in front of me, then he strips off his T-shirt with one hand behind his back. I don’t know why it’s sexy as hell when guys do that, but it is.
I slide my hands down his chest. The man is incredible, lean muscle from his biceps to his rippling abs.
“Don’t worry, you can wash your panties afterward.”
I shove his chest. “Cocky much?”
He grabs my hands and puts them on his jeans where I can feel his straining erection under the denim. “With you? Never.”
The moment grows serious somehow. I have no idea how he’s able to switch gears so fast.
I unbutton his jeans and slide down the zipper. With his help, he’s out of his jeans, only in his boxer briefs. I’ve always loved the power of making a man rock-hard. His smoldering eyes watching my hand rub along his stiff length gets me wetter.
He puts his hand over mine, applying more pressure, and our eyes lock. “Damn, your hand feels too good on me.”
I slide it under the waistband of his boxers. He’s the perfect mix of silky soft over hard strength, pulsing in my hand.
“Fuck,” he murmurs when I move my hand up and down.
He hooks his fingers under his waistband and pushes them down his hips, so I don’t have to take my hand off of him. And he’s a sight. My experience in the sex department is minimal. Enough to know what a guy likes, but not enough to feel like a master. So I appreciate that he was comfortable enough to show me how much pressure to use. I tighten my grip and pump him, and he touches my breast, thumbing my nipple.
“I have really bad news,” he says, his voice strained.
“Am I doing it wrong?” How embarrassing is this?
“Jesus, no.” His large hand never leaves my breast. “I’m assuming you don’t have condoms.”
Fuck, he’s so right. “Why do you assume that?”
His eyes light up. “You do?”
My head falls back on the mattress. “No. I don’t.”
Still, I pump him because although I want to know what he feels like inside me, I’m not opposed to returning the favor of an orgasm.
“I have them in my room, but in order for me to get them, we have to stop doing what we’re doing and I have to get dressed.”
I raise up on my knees and his hand falls from my breast. Once I’m on my knees, staring at him with the tip of his dick in front of my mouth, he uses both hands to reach around me and grab my breasts.
“Then let me repay the favor.”
“I really want to fuck you though,” he says.
But he loses the fight when I put my mouth on him. My tongue slowly licks up him until precum glistens on his tip. I twirl it with my tongue and wrap my mouth around him. He bucks forward.
“Damn,” he says in a rough voice.
I push him down my throat and raise back up, pumping with my hand at the base because I’m not sure I can fit all of him in my mouth. His noises become uncontrolled and my own arousal peaks again. When I continue working him, his hands slide into my hair and he pumps into my mouth a few times before he eases out of me and slides off the bed.
“Sorry, I need to be inside you. Give me a second.” He shrugs off his jeans and stares at me naked on the bed. “Don’t move.”
He points at me and runs out of the apartment. Seconds later, I hear tires on the gravel and Cade runs back into the apartment and shuts off the lights.
“It’s Jed,” he whispers and I feel him settle beside me. “I guess no sex tonight unless we want two of my brothers to find out.”
I take his long, thick length in my hand and shimmy down the bed.
“I hate not seeing you, but damn, your mouth should get an award.” His fingers grip my hair and he tugs lightly, making me want to please him more, to get the nonverbal reactions of how much he’s enjoying my mouth on him. I use what I thought were mediocre blow job skills, but Cade acts as if I’m a porn star, gripping my hair tighter while his hips buck off the bed.
“I’m gonna come.”
I don’t stop even after his warning. I’ll swallow him down. He must understand because a second later, a noise pours out of him that’s so arousing, I’m ready to tell him I have an IUD and I’m clean so let’s just have sex.
He pumps into my mouth once more and stills, pouring into the back of my throat. I lick him clean and make my way up his body, straddling him. His hands manipulate my tits and he urges me to lower down a bit.
“I need my mouth on these.”
His mouth covers my nipple and his fingers pinch my other one. He spends time worshiping my breasts, not that I’m complaining. I love my breasts being played with, and as he shifts from one to the other, I’m already there, ready for my next orgasm as though Cade is giving them out like Halloween treats and I’m shamelessly coming back for seconds.
He reads me perfectly and moves one hand between my legs, his thumb putting a small amount of pressure on my clit. I don’t sit up because his mouth shifts again to the other nipple. He’s going to make me come just like this. You’d think Cade was familiar with me already, that this wasn’t our first but our fiftieth time in this position with the way he plays my body to perfection.
I groan when his teeth scrape along my nipple and he increases the pressure on my clit. That’s all it takes for the pulsing waves to crash to shore with hurricane force and I cry out. I collapse on him and he holds me, his calloused palms running down the length of my back. Up and down in a steady rhythm.
He kisses my cheeks and neck. “You’re stunning when you come.”
I exhale, my heart still pounding. “Imagine when you’re inside of me.”
His dick twitches between my legs.
“I’m hoping if you’re happy with my performance that we can repeat this with a box of condoms tomorrow night.”
I rise up on my hands. “Tomorrow, huh?”
“Well, you’re not out of my system by a long shot.”
His words make my cheeks blush and my heart flutter. But the truth is, he’s not out of my system either. If anything, I’m more intrigued to find out what other things he’s mastered in the bedroom.
I should’ve known that one time with him wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me. Maybe once we actually have sex, I’ll be done with him and able to get him out of my head.
“Now we shower.” He kisses my temple, slides out from under me, and I hear the shower start.
Yeah, I’m good in bed. I slide under the sheets and nuzzle into the pillow that smells like Cade. Not the cologne that was in his room, but him, the scent of his skin and of his clothes. My eyes drift closed with a satisfied sigh
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After I left Presley asleep in her bed last night, I dressed and locked the door behind me. Since this is my first time ever entertaining this type of relationship, I figure it’s better to stick to the rules even if I felt like shit leaving without saying anything to her.
Jed comes into the kitchen through the back door after his run. I thought he was in bed still. Here I am with two bagels and two yogurts I was about to take outside.
“I hear we have a guest?” Jed glances at the tray and shakes his head. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not going to let her starve.”
“You’re a better man than me.” He opens the fridge and takes out his green juice smoothie.
I set down the tray, figuring we should hammer this out now. Especially since I’m starting… whatever this is with her. I don’t want the guilt that Jed doesn’t like her hanging over my head while I’m on the cusp of an orgasm. “Okay, her store is practically ready to go. You can stop with the grudge now.”
He sits at the table and bends to untie his shoes. For a moment, I think he’s going to ignore me. But he straightens, toes out of his shoes, and meets my gaze. “You think I don’t know you want her? Hell, you wear your emotions more than the mother of a newborn who cries at every commercial.”
“How I feel isn’t the topic of conversation.”
“I don’t hate her. I’m still pissed about the building though. I wanted it for us. And we almost had it.”
Jed is a complicated guy. He grew up in the lap of luxury back in Arizona, his daddy buying everything for him. He’s made huge strides so that he’s not that guy who expects things to always go his way, but he can’t seem to stop with this one. It’s over, we lost the opportunity to expand the building, and all we can hope is that Ginny from the doll shop on the other side of us decides to retire soon and doesn’t have some long-lost daughter to will it to.
“I get that you’re disappointed, but it’s not her fault. Plus, imagine what she’s going through.”
He shakes his head. “You’re such a softy. Always have been. Look what happened with Reese.”
As if I really want to talk about my high school girlfriend right now. “Just give Presley a chance. I think she’ll surprise you. Adam really likes her.”
Speaking of, Adam enters the room with his AirPods in. He’s singing “Please Mr. Postman” by The Marvelettes. Jed shakes his head at him.
At least Adam’s in a better mood than before.
“Fine.” Jed points at me. “I’ll give her a chance, but I’m not making any promises.”
I chuckle. “Okay, good enough.” I pick up the tray. “I’m taking these up to her.”
“Try not to let your dick accidentally slide into her while you’re up there.”
I stop short at the door, then walk through it, not wanting to get into it with him. I just hope Fisher keeps his mouth shut.
I knock when I reach the top of the stairs, and Presley answers. She’s wearing another pair of tight jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt.
“‘Morning,” she says. If she’s upset I left last night, she’s not showing any signs of it.
“I knew you didn’t have anything here.” I hold the tray a little higher.
She nods. “Thank you.”
I place the tray on the counter, and she goes back to putting on her makeup in the bathroom.
I stare at her reflection through the mirror and work up the nerve to say what I came up here to say. “I think you should stay here longer than you originally intended.”
She stops mid-stroke with her blush brush but starts back up again. “Listen, I had a great time last night and I’m all for continuing that, but me staying here is just going to complicate things.”
“Why? If anything, it gives us more opportunity to do what we want to be doing.” I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her neck.
“Because of this. I’m not sure our arrangement should include you bringing me breakfast. I actually think our arrangement ends much like it did last night. After we’re satisfied, the other party leaves. Anything to do with morning is usually off-limits.” She swivels in my arms, and since she’s yet to put on lipstick, I kiss her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. Her breath is minty as though she just finished brushing her teeth.
The minute our kiss deepens, her arms wrap around my neck and I grab her ass, spurring her to straddle me as I prop her up on the counter. Damn, I wanted to be inside her last night. My morning wood wasn’t nearly satisfied with my palm. It wanted Presley wrapped around it tight.
“Hey, guys!” Adam yells, knocking after he announces himself.
We dislodge so fast you’d think we’re world-class sprinters. I fall to my knees as though I’m looking at something, and one glance at Presley and I see that she looks as if she’s wearing too much blush.
“Hey, Adam.” She leaves the bathroom first.
I follow. “I was fixing the toilet. Something’s up with it. Keeps running.”
Adam seemed okay minutes ago, but he’s got that depressed expression again as he takes in the apartment. “Looks nice up here.”
Presley’s hand runs down his arm as she passes him and she picks up half the bagel I made for her, biting into it. What have I missed? I’m used to being jealous of Jed from time to time, but I’ve never had to be jealous of my youngest brother.
“What did you need?” I ask Adam, grabbing a yogurt on the tray.
“I thought you could drive me today since I’m at the store.”
I had plans of driving Presley and maybe pulling over outside the city limits for a quick make-out session. At the very least, I had high hopes it wasn’t Adam’s day to help at the store and I could sneak over and we’d christen The Story Shop. But I suppose that’s not happening now.
“Sure.”
“Don’t sound too excited.” He pats me on the back. “Just grab me when you two are ready.”
He jogs down the stairs and I watch him go. How is he not in the anger stage of his grieving yet?
“You can drop me off at the rental car place. It’s about time I get a car,” Presley says.
“I can take you back and forth.”
Her shoulders falter. “No, you can’t, and I’m not staying here long-term either.”
She’s so damn stubborn.
“Fine, I’ll take you after work. And we can hit up the grocery store too.” I finish my yogurt and throw it away.
“You really are pushy, you know that?”
“And you’re hot.” I corner her and place my hands on her hips, thankful we came to this arrangement that gives me permission to touch her. Although I’m quickly becoming addicted to having her lips on me and my hands on her.
She gives me a chaste kiss. “Come on, we should go.”
She abandons the rest of the food. I grab my bagel, tossing everything else in the trash. I follow her down the stairs of the apartment, wishing we were climbing the stairs instead because I’m about to spend my entire workday with a raging hard-on.
It’s lunchtime before I get a break from phone calls and handling the end-of-the-month paperwork. Jed is out on site visits to some of the places that carry our beer. I’m happy for the alone time since he hates paperwork and just complains the entire time. Easier for me to do it myself.
A replay of Nikki’s segment from earlier today comes on the radio and I groan. Part of me wants to turn it off, but the other half of me wants to make sure she’s not talking about me. Or Presley.
“You know what I hate about living in the same town as my siblings?” she says to her co-host, Chip. Chip’s in his fifties but seems more interested than he should be in the gossip she spews out. She doesn’t even wait for him to answer. “I hate hearing about their sexual escapades. It makes me imagine them.” She makes a gagging sound into the mic.
“What hot news do you have for us today?” Chip asks.
“My stepbrother, Cade Greene, has been seen multiple times with Sunrise Bay’s newest resident, Pres
ley Knight. Knowing Cade the way I do, I’d say he’s smitten. Especially when it was reported they were at the bay last night and a little birdie from one town over in Lake Starlight told me that Miss Knight had to check out of Glacier Point Resort due to a water leak. I’m sure none of us are surprised that my brother, Cade, rescued her and she’s now staying above the garage at his house.”
“Didn’t you stay there for a while?” Chip asks.
I should write him a thank you note for changing the subject.
“I did, and let me tell you, no woman would want to stay there, so I have my own theory that Goldilocks is sleeping in someone else’s bed.”
“Which bear’s bed do you think she’s in?” I have no idea how Nikki’s partner-in-crime plays along as though they have a script. Hell, maybe they do. I don’t know.
“Not the Ranger Bear or the Sheriff Bear. We all know the Charismatic Bear is wondering why he hasn’t scored with her, but I’m willing to bet the Gentleman Bear is the one getting Goldilocks’s honey.”
Chip laughs and I roll my eyes. She’s insane, but I can’t deny her ratings are big because of this shit.
“I haven’t seen my brother so enamored since he was with Reese and that was back in high school. So why don’t we play a song that fits the happy couple perfectly?”
“I can’t wait,” Chip says.
“This is ‘Perfect Strangers’ by Jonas Blue. Enjoy, everyone,” she says, and the song plays.
I turn off the radio and go through the back door over to Presley’s store. Adam is in the storage room, stocking boxes, and I catch Presley out front, trying to put up the awning herself.
“What the hell are you doing?” I say to Adam. “Why is she on a ladder?”
I run through the store and out the front. She’s inching up on her tiptoes to pull down the upper part.