Unexpected Gift(71)
“Yeah, but today you have a good reason to let go, Caden. We can’t always hold ourselves together. Sometimes, the already-tethered string breaks.”
“How about your strings?”
I take a few beats to answer him, remembering the day I came disconnected. “My strings broke a month ago.”
His arms squeeze me tight, knowing the day I'm referencing. The day I clawed to get to Brandon’s body, but Caden held me back. “Do you think you’ll ever get them back?” he asks.
In this very moment, I already feel my soul centering and connecting back together. The process is slow, but it’s there, and that is all that matters. “Yeah, I do. I’m starting to feel them now, actually.”
He turns his head and gives me a small, drunken smile. “Yeah?”
“Definitely.” I place a chaste kiss on his lips, almost tasting the burn of the scotch that remains on his mouth. I turn my head and settle back down on his chest, feeling the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart, reminding me that he is alive, yet infected with infliction—just like me.
And I’ve never felt more at home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Molly
I wake up with his arms wrapped around me. Sometime in the night, we switched positions, and now we are on our sides, spooning. His strong embrace makes me feel safe and warm, but I need to get up and check the messages on my phone to make sure Amelia’s father hasn’t called about Posie. A bomb could have gone off last night, and we wouldn’t have woken up. We were out.
Stretching, I lift my arms above my head and reach my feet toward the end of the couch. Caden groans when my ass hits his very hard cock tenting his pants. I glance out the window to see that it is still dark, so maybe it isn’t as late as I think it is.
“You keep doing that, you’re going to have a pussy full of cock,” he mumbles against my shoulder and nips, making me gasp.
I push back again to test his threat, and his hand lands on my hip, pulling my ass against him harder. “I warned you,” he says as he nips my ear, pulling the T-shirt above my ass and slapping it. “I love it when you wear my shirts. It’s so fucking hot. It gets me so hard.”
“Caden,” I moan, rocking back and forth.
“This is going to be quick, Molly.”
“Yes,” I hiss, tilting my head back, searching for his ethereal kiss.
His hand sneaks under my shirt, slides up my ribcage, and cups my breast. His finger rolls my nipple back and forth, until it’s so hard it hurts. He pinches it, and the sensation sends a gush of cream between my legs, soaking my panties.
“One of these days, I’m going to use you. One of these days, you’re going to wrap your pretty mouth around my cock and let me fuck it, aren’t you?”
I whimper, gripping the cushion of the couch so hard, I worry it will rip.
“You better answer me,” he says, feathering his touch down my body until he cups my aching pussy through my panties.
I nod, unable to speak. I’m afraid whatever comes out of my mouth next will be profanities and pleas.
“Words, sunshine.” He works my panties off until they pool around my ankles. He slides his hands through my folds, testing to see how wet I am. When slick sounds fill the air, he growls, amping my lust up five more notches. My skin feels like it is on fire, ready to combust.
“Yes,” I say, and the word comes out more as a whimper, but I keep the answer short since my mind is on the fritz with his filthy mouth.
He kisses my neck, licking the flesh right below my ear and making me mewl. “I love how responsive you are to me. I love that I’m the first man to make you feel like this. The last, too. ”
My heart opens to his words, bombarding me with an overwhelming amount of love and need. My clit throbs, my hole pulsates, and now I’m the one drunk off his pheromones. He squeezes me, barricading me with one arm as the other makes itself at home between my legs. I start to purr, mewling when he rubs my swollen ruby.
“I’ve never wanted something so bad,” I confess, wishing we were facing one another so I could taste those lips.
He rolls us off the couch and positions us where my back is still to his front, and I’m bent over the couch. He bites into my shoulder and inserts his knee between my legs, spreading them as far and as wide as he can. The panties that are trapped around my ankles snap and fly across the room in a torn heap. If he keeps ripping my panties, I’m going to have to buy them in bulk.
“I’m dying to be inside you.”
“Then get inside me.” I pound my fist against the couch, trying to convey that I want him to get on with it.
He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back and causing my scalp to sting. “I’m going to fuck this tight pussy good, sunshine.”
The rustle of his pants falling to the floor makes me groan. I’m dying for him to be inside of me. I ache for it. I crave it. I need to be satisfied soon. I feel like I will die if he doesn’t get inside me within the next three seconds.
My mouth drops open on a silent moan when he rubs his wide tip through my wet lips. “One day, I want to fuck you just like this. I just want to slide along your surface, pinch your clit, and when you come, I’ll shoot my seed so deep inside you, you'll feel it for the rest of the day.”