Unattainable (Undeniable, #3)(31)

Ah, damn. He remembered now, remembered why he’d loved f*cking women. That damn feeling—the anticipation, the burn, the need to touch, to taste, to take a female over, to rule her body, outside and in. Not just to come, but to make her want to make him come, to make her want it so bad she worked for it.

“Cage,” she whispered frantically, trying to shove his cut off his shoulders. He pushed off her long enough to shrug out of it, to pull his T-shirt up over his head and toss it aside, and then he was back on her, his mouth closing over a freckled breast, pierced through the nipple.

Sucking first the nipple into his mouth, and then nearly the entire breast, ahh, f*ck him. He’d always loved big tits, fat and heavy, with a lot to grab and squeeze. But being able to fit all that flesh inside his mouth and just suck?

It was f*cking hot. And what was even hotter, Tegen was mewling—little panting, breathy whimpers. Her hands were in his hair, gripping, pulling, and she arched her chest, pushing more of her into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around him, her thighs cradled his waist, and she ground herself over his cock in jerky, circular motions.

The anticipation, the burn, the need to touch, to taste, to take a female over, to rule her body, outside and in. Not just to come, but to make her want to make him come, to make her want it so bad she worked for it.

He slid an arm beneath her and, holding her close to him, rolled them so she was on top of him. Bracing her palms on his chest, she pushed herself into a sitting position. Astride him, she breathed hard, staring down into his eyes.

“Take it,” he said hoarsely, grabbing her hands and interlocking their fingers.

When she didn’t move, he lifted his hips, circling them, eliciting a gasp and a squeak from Tegen. Her * clenched and her slim fingers squeezed around his much thicker ones.

“Take it,” he growled, jerking his hips up hard. “Fuckin’ take it, Teacup.”

Even as her mouth opened in a silent moan, her eyes narrowed.

He stared up at her, hoping she’d keep her mouth shut, hoping she’d take what he was offering her, hoping like hell she’d let go of all that hate and give them what they both wanted.

Jesus, he hadn’t felt anticipation like this in so goddamn long.

“Please,” he groaned. “Just f*ckin’ take it, babe.”

Her lips split into a smile and his breath caught. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d seen her really, truly smile and, f*ck him if it didn’t transform her completely.

But before he could recover, she started to move. Faster and faster until…

And then she took it.

She worked for it—she worked him hard—and she took it all.

CHAPTER NINE


I awoke in darkness to the heavy weight of a warm body pressed against my back, hot breath fanning my cheek, one large hand palming the flat of my stomach between me and the mattress, another gripping the back of my thigh, and Cage sliding inside of me from behind.

Clutching the pillow, I gasped.

“My turn,” he growled in my ear.

Closing my eyes, I relaxed my body, concentrating only on the slick slide of Cage, slow and gentle, in and out of me.

“Feel good?” he whispered.

Oh, hell yes. It felt like the physical equivalent to an ice cream sundae, the kind my mom used to make me when I was sad. Two scoops of vanilla, one scoop of chocolate, crushed walnuts, sprinkles, cookie crumbles, whipped cream, and drizzled chocolate sauce, topped with cherries.

“Fuck off,” I breathed. “And shut up.”

He laughed and my breath caught. I could feel his smile against my cheek, the vibrations in his chest on my back.

In the woods behind the house we’d come together fast and furious, then we’d fallen apart and lay side by side under the stars, not touching, not speaking, barely breathing, until Cage stood up. He helped me up, helped me dress, and then took my hand in his and walked me around the side of the house where his bike was parked, and he’d said…it.

A string of eight little words, eight very stupid, insignificant words that meant absolutely nothing to Cage and absolutely everything to me.

Get on the back of my bike, Tegen.

How many years had I dreamed of him saying just that to me? Dreamed of being his “old lady,” on the back of his bike and in his bed? Me and only me.

How many years of anguish, of repressing memories and trying so hard to move forward, to shut my feelings off, trying to replace Cage with another, had I f*cking spent? Too many.

The first half of my life I’d spent falling in love with him, and the second I’d spent trying to fall out of love with him.

And stupid, STUPID me had just lost the control I’d tried for so hard and so long to attain, all because of stupid Hawk AND REALLY STUPID CAGE. So now, here I was in the arms of the man I’d loved since I was a kid and he was a boy, and there was no way out of this that was going to leave me unscathed.

My resolve had long since cracked, and emotions were seeping inside me at an alarming rate. I felt my anger, my long-time internal suffering, slipping away and my body beginning to ease, welcoming the comfort this man was offering me.

There was no choice to be made now. I’d left my options at the dinner table when I’d allowed Hawk to get under my skin and when I’d knowingly, willingly stopped fighting Cage and let him, finally let him, touch me.

I was going to have to ride this out and hope to God I came out all right on the other side. No, I would come out all right. I’d come this far, suffered through this many years; one night wouldn’t change anything. One night would never again change the course of my life.