Chapter Five
Bright sun rays poured through the window panes into the bedroom and woke Ella from the best night’s sleep she’d had in ages. Warm hands and legs tangled with hers under the covers. Deep, heavy breaths soothed her senses, and a hard, sizzling erection pressed firm and ready against her hip.
Cade…I really did have sex with Cade after I talked to Maddie…and Josie. Ugh.
She hadn’t been thinking clearly. She wanted him so badly, she hadn’t insisted on him wearing a condom. It never crossed her mind to even ask him about putting one on. She trusted him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Vasectomies needed to be checked. Did he take the tests to make sure there wasn’t any sperm still swimming? Greg didn’t get a vasectomy, but she remembered Greg telling her Garrett got one or had some kind of sperm problem and got tested yearly.
Should I ask him whether he got tested? He had it overseas, so surely he got tested afterward. What should I do?
She’d only had one serious relationship in her life. She barely dated before she met and married Greg. Cade all but admitted he’d never been in a serious relationship. He was probably the king of one-night stands no matter what he’d told her yesterday. Even if he’d told her the truth, she remained at a major disadvantage.
Thirty-seven-year-old single moms with more responsibility than they could handle didn’t have one-night stands. She had boys who needed her to show them how to treat women. Spending the weekend with a serial dater didn’t set the right example.
She made her mind up. I’m going home. No more hot sex. No more living out Cade-induced, sexy fantasies. Last night she took a chance, but today she’d end whatever they were calling what they had. He was a four-alarm fire she couldn’t control, and she was too responsible to stay and get burned.
“Mmm,” he mumbled. His hand slid to her breast and gently squeezed.
Her nipples tightened. Her pussy immediately wept for his cock. The same hand traveled along the curves of her body until it slid between her legs. She melted under his touch and submitted to his hungry voice. One more fantasy before I go.
“My shy Ella.” He swept his fingers across her wet folds. “Need you.”
His hand slid over her hips and pushed her forward onto her belly. He glided over her back and mounted her. His fingers circled over the swelling bud of her clitoris.
So much for not getting burned, she lay submerged in blazing flames. Last night he proved he owned her like no one else ever had.
He rose to his knees and brought her hips up to the perfect angle to open her moist pussy for easy access. He thrust into her softness and groaned. “Mine.” He laid his head on her back and withdrew from her pussy.
She turned her face into the mattress to silence her whimpers. Don’t stop.
Each thrust of his huge cock tapped a heavy need inside her to feel his orgasm. To be filled with his cum. To come apart under his careful control. He thrust again and again. His cock ran like the piston of a well-tuned engine in and out of her pussy. “You’re so wet for me. You’re so fucking hot. I want you under me all night long, every night.”
His thumb circled and grazed over her clit, building her need until her juicy sex made delicious sucking noises around his cock with each stroke in and out. “God, I love the sounds of your body. I’m gonna come deep inside you. It’s gonna feel so good.”
“Cade,” she cried out. She bucked her hips back and forced him farther into her slick sheath, hitting the sweetest spots previously forgotten.
“Just like that, sweetie. Take all of my cock.” He thrust. Once. Twice. Her pussy walls closed in vise-like waves around him. She was primed and ready to blow apart in orgasmic bliss. Just a little more, Cade. Please.
One more hard thrust. He grunted with exertion sending them both over the edge of pleasure and straight to paradise. He released hot spurts of cum into the farthest recesses of her pussy.
Her incoherent shouts were muffled by the pillow.
She wanted to keep him. She wanted to make love to him again. Maybe she’d stay. Spend the weekend. Open up the possibility of a real relationship.
Maybe he would be the experimental lover she’d imagined Garrett would be. Maybe he’d have a best friend like Garrett had with Derek, one who would join them once. Or twice. Except, Cade seemed more like a one-woman guy, and Garrett was probably six-feet under.
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Cade collapsed on top of her and exhaled a satisfied sigh. He’d had another erotic dream starring his beautiful massage therapist.
“Can’t breathe,” Ella squeaked.
She’d never said anything like that in his dreams.
He opened his eyes. Shit.
“Sorry.” He pushed up onto his hands, taking his weight off her. His cock slipped free, fully sated but already getting hard for another round. The heat of embarrassment swept over his skin. He couldn’t remember the last time he blushed, or got carried away with a woman. It had been years since he spent the night with anyone, and he had never slept with a woman in his bed. Ella brought out every raw emotion he held in a tight grip inside his heart.
“It’s okay.” She rolled onto her side.
He shifted to his side and pulled her back to his front to keep her close to him like a soft teddy bear in a sleeping child’s arms. He nuzzled her ear. “Better?”
“Mmm.”
He slid his hand over her warm belly as his cock hardened and rose against her thigh. “I got a little carried away.” He wanted to make love to her again, but his father’s words kept screaming in his ears to slow things down and take the time to show her he cared about more than sex. He did care about more than sex. His cock wanted all the sex; not that he didn’t. He did. He wanted it but not at the expense of losing her.
She snuggled in closer and shifted her upper leg forward, opening up her pussy for easy access.
With a mind of its own, his hungry cock lifted right to her entrance.
“I want you again.” Damn. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m supposed to slow down. Not as much as yesterday. That was pure agony.
“Take me,” she whispered.
Hot damn.
He slid his hand between her moist thighs. “I’m going to take you every way I want.”
“Yes, please.” She caressed down his arm to his hand between her legs.
He circled her clit with his finger and slid his thick cock inside her. “I love your pussy.” He swiveled his hips and pumped his cock in and out, eliciting a soft moan from her succulent lips.
He had her right where he always wanted her, alone in his bed for days. He planned to make love to her until they were forced to leave the bedroom in search of food and water.
The house phone buzzed on the floor and the doorbell rang.
She turned her head and gazed up at him. “Are you expecting someone?”
“No. Ignore everything.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. The phone would eventually stop ringing, and whoever waited at the door would leave. The few people who knew where to find him wouldn’t visit on the spur of the moment. No interruptions. He had his woman right where he wanted her.
The phone stopped ringing, then started up again. Damn. Stop calling.
The doorbell rang again.
Go away.
“Don’t you need to get the door?” she asked.
He crawled off the bed, leaving the warmth of her body, and answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Are you still acting like an idiot, or is she in bed with you?” Josie asked. “You better tell me I didn’t make the biggest mistake of my life setting you up with the girl you’re already in love with.”
“Hey Josie, I’m good. How are you?” he asked. “That’s how you usually start off a conversation.”
“The heck it is,” Josie said. “Have you told her you love her?”
No. He didn’t want Ella running as far away from him as possible. She needed more time to fall in love with him. His gut, along with his father’s advice, convinced him telling her too soon would be disastrous.
The doorbell rang.
“Somebody’s at the door. I’ve got to go.” He wasn’t dealing with Josie-on-a-mission first thing in the morning. “Here, talk with Ella.” He handed the phone to her. “I’ll get rid of whoever’s at the door.”
Ella’s gaze dropped to his hard cock. She leaned forward and kissed the head. She covered the mic on the phone. “Hurry.”
The doorbell rang again.
“I’ll be back in sixty seconds,” he said. The forest better be on fire.
“Hey, Josie,” Ella said. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
He pulled on his jeans and walked out, shutting the bedroom door closed behind him. Josie could get the scoop from Ella and then tell him everything. First, mystery visitor ringing the crap out of his doorbell had to go.