Her house is haunted. At least, this part of it is. “Where’s your room, Cady?”
She lifts her head from my shoulder to search my face and then points to the stairs to the left.
I carry her up them and follow her directions until we arrive in a large, airy room with big windows that give a beautiful view of the sun lowering beyond the green hills. I’m pretty sure it feels spacious because her bed is a single. I have to wonder if it’s the only one she’s ever had, because the cover is the kind of frilly pink and white one that a six-year-old girl might choose.
I lower her slowly to the floor, suddenly all too aware of themassivestep she’s taken to be intimate with me. It’s a bigger leap of faith than I could have imagined, and I look at her, understanding just how strong and brave she truly is, to decide to go after what she wants. The responsibility to supportand protect her through the process now rests squarely on my shoulders, and I’m determined not to let her down.
I walk over to the bed and tear off the bedding until only a bare sheet remains, then I return to Cady and meet her gaze. “You’re a grown, beautiful woman, and you’re allowed to feel good.”
She nods. “I know,” she says quietly. “And I want to. With you. I don’t mean to be skittish, I’m just used to doing things on my own.” She walks past me and retrieves a hot-pink vibrator from the bedding I’ve thrown on the floor.
She look around, sighs, and gestures to her girlish decor with the vibrator in her hand. “And I know what this looks like, but it’s not who I am. The innocent way it looks keeps my dad off my back and makes it easier to hide less innocent things in here, so don’t go making any other kinds of assumptions.”
“Okay.” I follow her over to her bedside drawer, where she stashes her vibe. I try to peek over her shoulder, but she closes it too quickly. “What else have you got in there?”
She turns back to face me and snuffles a laugh from her nose. “Just a few good books and a couple of clothes pegs I use for nipple clamps sometimes. I’m saving up to run away, so my budget won’t stretch much further.”
“I see.” My mind and cock leap for joy, and I look around her bedroom and nod. “It’s a pretty good bedroom for an undercover badass.”
She gives me a saucy smirk. “I keep trying to tell you I’m not who I’ve been painted to be. I’m a virgin, but if you’re expecting me to bleed or something, you’re barking up the wrong bush.”
I swear under my breath and lunge at her.
9
CADENCE
He rumbles, low and moody, as he begins unbuttoning my blouse. Transfixed and short of breath, I gaze up at him a moment before I help. The last button is set free, and I shimmy out of it.
Daryl stares at my breasts, swallows visibly, and I swear his hands are shaking when he reaches behind to unclasp my bra. It drops to the floor, and he seems to stop breathing. Is that good? His eyes say,hungry, so I’m guessing?—
He dives at me and latches onto my nipple with a ferocity that startles me. I cry out in both shock and delight, and I thrust my chest toward him. He growls into my flesh and increases his suction. It’s so strong, my knees buckle, but he’s right there to catch me.
Not releasing me from his mouth, he carries me to my bed and lays me out. He tugs and sucks and moans into my breast while he rips open his shirt, and then wrestles with my skirt. I unzip it and help him shove it down, along with my torn underwear. The man’s a fiend. A hot one, with a burly chest and a nipple piercing. And he who loves fucking asses and sucking on tits, and why the fuck does that excite me so much? Why does it all have to feel so good?
He switches breasts, tugging hard at the other one now, until my nipple is drawn down deep. Is that…? His tongue sweeps at me in hot lashes as he pulls, and I arch my back, needy in response. I want him between my legs, and as if he’s heard me think it, Daryl grips my thighs and spreads me wide.
He thrusts his thick fingers back inside me and mills my clit with his palm. Within seconds, I’m right back on the brink of wanting to come. I move my hips to meet him, wanting his fingers to fuck me harder. He mumbles something and rubs his hard cock into the side of my thigh, roughing my skin with the wet denim.
My pussy gets tight and stretched, and I pant and mewl with pleasure as I adjust. How many fingers is that? Three now? Is this what his big cock will feel like? I writhe and stomp my foot with how good everything feels. “I want you,” I say in a husky wail.
He releases his suction, and my nipple slips from his mouth. He licks his lips, breathing hard, and he eases his weight over me just enough to ground me in the sensation of having his body on mine without him actually climbing on top of me the way I want him to. “You have me,” he says, looking me in the eyes with intensity. There’s no denying I have his undivided attention.
I shake my head. “I want you inside me.”
“I already am.” He curls his fingers inside my pussy and presses a kiss to my brow. “Do you want more?” He slides a slippery finger over my asshole, and I clench it with a whimper. Why do I like that so much? And why do people in this town make it sound like butt stuff is wrong when it feels so damned amazing? I catch myself tilting to receive more of the naughty sensation, and then I quickly force my hips the other way.
Daryl eases up on my clit and watches me closely as his little finger traces slow circles around my ring. “Whatever you want to do is the right answer, Cady.”
I press my lips together.
“Fine,” he says. “Don’t say it. Let your body do the talking.” He dips his head to my breast and suckles gently, then harder. A shock of pleasure strikes through my core, and I buck against his fingers. Uncontrollably.
Daryl lifts his head and smiles down at me. “That’s it,” he coos. “Follow the joy. Your pleasure is for you, Cady. Nobody else gets to choose what you like, only you. You can do whatever the fuck you want right now. The only two people who’ll ever need to know about it, is you and me, and I’ll never judge you for anything.” He kisses me, fast and furious, while his fingers strum all the right notes on my body, as if he’s always known what songs it’ll play.
Oh God,I’m being edged. I recognize the signs from the descriptions in books, and now I’mlivingit. I’ve been so close to coming multiple times, and the need inside me has grown into an overwhelming monster. My body is like a stacked cache of fireworks with a fuse that has been lit and blown out, lit and blown out, and all I want is the explosion.
Daryl expertly meters the pressure on my clit and sets me right back on the edge of orgasm, and it’s threatening to behuge. There’s a tidal wave built up behind it, like every sensation has already been heightened to its max, and now I’m so needy and ready to fire, I can hardly keep from thrashing about. I clench tight again, to stop myself from doing that, because Daryl’s finger is poised near my asshole, ready to fuck it if that’s what I choose. And I want it.Desperately.
