Heartless: A Small Town Single Dad Romance(78)

“Fucking incredible.”

I turn and kiss his stubbled cheek, seeing the corner of his mouth lift. But I don’t get to see the small smile for long because he’s turning us, putting me down in the water while he pushes to stand above me.

He pushes the wet fabric down, letting his thick, proud cock jut up between us.

I lick my lips and he smirks. “No, baby. First, I’m fucking those pretty tits, then you can have a taste.”

“Okay, deal,” I reply as I quickly draw closer.

A laugh rumbles in his chest. “So eager. I’ll add that to your list of admirable traits. Now put my cock between your breasts and push them together. It’s my turn now.”

“You like to watch, huh, Eaton?” I tease while doing as he told me.

“I like to watch you, Red.”

I shake my head, like it might ward away the butterflies erupting in my stomach. I’ve never done this before, and it’s exciting—his cock on my chest, breasts pushed tightly around his girth, a drop of white glistening on his thick head. I glance up at him and smile. His tongue darts out over his bottom lip, and then both lips flatten in concentration. Arms slung back behind himself, he thrusts. The water lubricates us, and his movements are slow and measured.

His mouth is slightly open, chiseled cheeks slack as he watches himself sliding between my breasts. We don’t talk. I think we’re both in a bit of a trance—or maybe we’ve said enough tonight.

Maybe he’s feeling just as exposed as I am.

Maybe if I feel like a goddess when we’re together, he feels like a god.

Maybe we both just revel in that feeling.

My arousal hasn’t abated and watching him slide his cock through my tits is getting me worked up all over again. Every time he murmurs, “Fuck,” in that deep breathy voice, my pussy clenches.

“Willa, I’m going to come.”

“Yes,” I hiss, biting at my lip, propping my chest in the most inviting angle, loving watching him come apart for me.

And then I feel it. Cade goes still and his cock throbs and twitches. His cum shoots out over my chest. One shot hits my chin, and he groans, which turns to a quiet sigh as his hand strokes the back of my head.

I rise and stand before him, dripping with his seed. “That was fun.”

Cade huffs out a deep, appreciative chuckle. “God, was it ever.” And then his eyes are burning over me, assessing his handy work.

“How do I look?” I quirk a brow and arch my back.

“Like you’re mine,” he growls.

Those words. My body aches for more. I want him to be mine too. “Yeah? You like this look on me?”

“It would be better like this.” He swipes his thumb over my chin and in one smooth movement, paints my lips with the stray shot of cum. He leans back and looks at me with a mischievous grin on his face. “Definitely mine.”

“You’re a savage, Eaton.” I laugh lightly, before darting my tongue out to taste what he put there.

“And I love it.”

“Good thing, Red.” He slips into the water, dragging me down with him to wash us off. “Because I’m going to haul your fine ass to my cave now. Keep you on your back, coming all night long.”

Then he scoops me up and carries me into the house.

Like a total savage.

One that keeps me coming all night long.





27



Cade

Cade: Luke’s birthday party is on Saturday at 2 p.m.

Talia: Can we bump it to noon? I have dinner plans that night and need time to get ready.

Cade: No, we cannot bump your child’s sixth birthday party to accommodate your dinner plans.

Talia: It’s only two hours.

Cade: Exactly.

Talia: I forgot what a stick in the mud you are.

Cade: Well, here I am. Refreshing your memory. If you can’t make it, please let me know so that I can prepare Luke.

Talia: Don’t be so dramatic. I’ll be there. I just might be overdressed so I can make it back to the city in time.

Cade: That’s fine. Luke won’t care.

Talia: What about you? You always did enjoy me in a pair of heels.

Cade: So did every other guy in town.

Talia: Fuck you.

“Y ou’re acting weird.” I glance down at Summer, who is staring out over the back field, assessing it like it’s the Met Gala or something. She and Willa have been up since early this morning setting Luke’s party up in the hayfield, per his request.

There’s a bouncy castle and a tent with some weird fucking guy in head-to-toe khaki sitting under it who apparently brought snakes and lizards to show the kids. There’s another tent with a buffet-style table covered in things Willa has been baking for days. I know because I tested the icing by swiping it on her neck and licking it off.

It was fucking delicious.

She’s got lemonade with lemons and strawberries floating in it. It’s adorable. She’s got little plates with poop emojis on them that Luke picked out with her. The tablecloths match. Only Willa could take shit plates and somehow tie them into a beautiful outdoor birthday party for a six-year-old.

I wouldn’t have even let him get them, but she just laughed and tossed them in the basket.

“Excellent choice!” she said, and Luke beamed.