CADE’S MOUTH isn’t gentle as he seals it to mine once again. His kiss is a claim. He won’t back down at the thought of me leaving. The possessive way his tongue slides into my mouth tells me everything I need to know.
This time is different.
I will leave Sutten to finish what I’ve started, but he’ll be here waiting. My chest feels heavy, but it’s with happiness. I never knew I could feel this way again. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I’d hoped and wished that maybe one day Cade and I would find our way to each other again, but by morning I always made sure to not let that hope live.
But things feel different this time. We have no clear plan, and maybe that’s okay. Maybe just the knowledge of how we feel about each other is enough.
Cade slips his finger underneath one of the thin straps of my dress. The strap falls off my shoulder, allowing him free reign of my exposed skin. He doesn’t hesitate for a second. He kisses a trail around my neck. They aren’t soft. He nips at my collar bone, easing the pain with his warm tongue.
“I want you,” he rasps. “Right here. Right now.”
I moan, bucking my hips when his fingers drift across the front of my panties.
“Out here?”
“Yes. I’ve had you under the moon before, let me claim you under the sun, in our field of marigolds.”
He begins to slip my underwear down my legs. I help him by sliding off and pulling them the rest of the way off.
Cade licks his lips next to me, staring at where my dress bunches at my hips. “Fuck. One glimpse of your soaking wet cunt and I’m ready to bury myself in you.”
Keeping his focus, I reach down to grab the hem of my dress. Slowly, I pull it up and over my body.
I’d feel bashful having the sun beat down on every bare inch of me if it was with anyone but Cade. I should feel exposed, being completely naked outside. But it isn’t awkward at all. It feels perfect having his hungry gaze focused on me.
His cock strains in his jeans. I can’t look away. Excitedly, I close the distance between us, letting my hand drift along the tented denim. “I wonder how ready I’ll be if I put my mouth right…” my fingers skirt along the top of his jeans, “here…”
Cade sucks in a long breath. I stare at the muscle feathering at his jaw. I trace the outline of him once again. His hard length twitches against my touch, beckoning me to pull it out.
I bite my lip in excitement. It’s time he loses all his clothes like I have. We sit in front of one another, our bodies brushing against each other’s. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, Goldie,” he growls.
His words send me into action. My fingers begin to undo his jeans while he strips out of his shirt. If I wasn’t so excited to take him in my mouth again, I’d take a second to appreciate the slopes and planes of his muscles. I’d take my time licking every inch of him, paying extra attention to the marigold flower he has permanently inked on his hip.
With his jeans now undone, I can see the tip of him peeking out from the waistband of his boxer briefs. It already glistens with the slightest hint of precum. My tongue wets my lips in anticipation. I look up, smiling.
“Lie down,” I whisper, feeling brave and taking control.
Cade’s dark eyebrows raise. The smirk he gives me elicits a rush of pleasure through me. Without any kind of argument, Cade lowers his body to the blanket and lays down. He lifts his hips for me as I pull the denim down his legs, throwing them off to the side because knowing Cade, clothes won’t be needed for a long time.
Now that we’re both completely stripped, I’m ready to fully feel his thick, hard length in my grip—in my mouth.
I crawl between his legs, crouching down until my mouth hovers above him.
“I love the way you stare at my cock,” he says, his eyes hot on me.
I push my hair to my back, getting it out of the way so I can look at his every reaction as I take him as far as my throat will allow. Slowly, I coax him into my mouth, positioning my tongue flat against my teeth as I push him deeper and deeper.
He hasn’t even hit the back of my throat and his fingers are twisting in my hair, gently guiding me as I take him as far as I can go. I stay there for a moment, fighting my body’s urge to gag. It’s so freaking hot to watch him as I do this.
He grunts, his fingers grasp at my hair firmly. “Goddamn, Goldie.”
I bob up and down, twirling my tongue along the tip. When I shove him down my throat again, he helps me take him even farther by lifting his hips at the same time. My eyes burn with unshed tears at the force of taking him so far, but I want to do more. I try to swallow his length as he applies more pressure to my head to get him even deeper.
The look on his face encourages me. Cade stares right back at me. There’s so much lust in his eyes, it has me speeding up my movements and reaching down to massage his balls, just to see what other reactions I can get from him.
“Fuck, baby.” His eyes flutter shut momentarily as I continue to suck his dick enthusiastically. I use my tongue to flutter around his head, and continue massaging his balls with one hand and stroking his length with the other. “You’re so fucking sexy. Do you see what you do to me? Feel what you do to me? I’m so fucking gone for you.”
My clit throbs from his words, at the sight of him losing control from what I’m doing to him.
Before I can have any more fun, Cade is sitting up and sliding his cock from my mouth. He lines his face up with mine, his breath hot against my cheeks.
For a moment, we just stare at one another. Our inhales and exhales matching up. Cade’s eyes flick to my lips. He reaches out, drifting his finger over my bottom lip.
“Look at your lips all red and raw from taking my cock so well.”
I squeeze my thighs together, incredibly turned on by his words. “If I was doing so well, why did you stop me?”
He picks me up like I weigh nothing. Gently, he lies me down on the blanket. His cock brushes against my inner thigh as he settles himself between my legs. It’s a tease, making my hips buck at the prospect of having him inside me again.
He pushes my legs open. The breeze hits my wetness, making me feel exposed and vulnerable. The feeling turns me on even more. Or maybe it’s just the way he hungrily stares between my legs. “I stopped you because I wanted to taste this pretty pussy of yours. There’s so much I have to do to remind you that even though soon there might be distance between us again, this pussy is all mine.” His thumb brushes against my clit.
“It’s yours,” I repeat.
He slides two fingers inside me, not bothering to ease me into it. “That’s right, baby. This pussy is mine. Always has been, always will be.”
My eyes squeeze shut with how good it feels. He knows just the right things to say to me, just the right ways to touch me, to drive me to the brink of pleasure. “My tongue is going to remind you of how no matter where you are, you belong to me. And then once my cock is buried deep inside you, I’m going to show you that I belong to you.”
His tongue circles my clit, leaving no more room for discussion. He licks and sucks as my moans get louder and louder. His two fingers work inside me, moving so expertly that it doesn’t take long for pressure to build. When he uses his other hand to reach up and pinch my nipples, I know I’ll be coming against his mouth in no time.
Cade doesn’t falter once. His mouth works diligently against my clit while his fingers push in and out of me. His calloused fingers roughly squeeze my breast before he pinches my nipples over and over again.
There are too many feelings happening. I moan, shouting his name as a powerful orgasm rips through me. He doesn’t relent. His tongue milks the orgasm for everything it is. He doesn’t stop until my nails scratch at the hair on top of his head as I try to pull him up.
“Cade,” I pant. I didn’t have to do anything, yet I feel exhausted by the intensity of the orgasm.
His mouth moves from between my legs, but not far. He kisses the inside of my thigh, my hip bone, close to my belly button.
“What are you doing?”
He laughs, his breath tickling my ribcage. “Kissing every inch of you, branding you, loving you.”
“Keep it up and maybe you’ll make it into this next book.”
He comes face to face with me, kissing around my lips but never right on them. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot about me in this book…just like the first one.”
I arch when he strokes his cock against me. “Maybe,” I tease.
He pushes in slightly, taunting me by not seating himself fully inside me. “It better be about me.” He pushes in just a little further. “Fuck, I’m so turned on by the thought of you thinking of me while writing those dirty scenes of yours.”
Even though he was inside me yesterday, I still feel myself stretch around him as I get used to his thickness. He’s slow as he works his way deeper and deeper. It’s so achingly slow that my hips buck to try and speed him up.
“I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, proving his point by the pace he keeps while rocking in and out of me.
I forcefully grab his neck, pulling him down so I can taste his lips again. He tastes like me, and I love it. His tongue slides into my mouth at the same time he fully pushes himself inside me, stopping for a moment to give me time to adjust.
I moan. He steals it from my mouth, responding with his own sound of pleasure. It feels too good—too perfect—as he pushes in and out. It feels so good that I don’t know how I’m going to leave Sutten, how I’m going to leave this.
He has a way of fucking me and making love to me at the same time. His hips pick up pace but his tongue takes its time.
It’s just the two of us, the house he built, and the marigolds he planted. Everything is too perfect. I never want to leave this moment.
I moan when he circles his hips. He just made me come and I feel like I could come again. If it weren’t for him, I’d think multiple orgasms are meant for romance novels. He knows my body so perfectly that he knows how to steal one after another from me. Making sure my body is completely spent by the time he’s done with me.
Cade’s lips move from my mouth. He finds my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin enough to leave a mark. He does it again, and I don’t have to say anything to know he’s marking me on purpose.
I love it. I want to be branded by him. He eases the sting of his bites with his tongue, distracting me from the pain by reaching between us and brushing his thumb along my clit.
It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to build and rip through me. This time, I moan against his mouth. My fingers dig into the muscles of his back as he pushes in and out of me.
As I come down from the orgasm, he pulls away. His lips are now red, too. I’m sure my cheeks and mouth are red from the scratch of his facial hair. They feel raw.
I lift my hips slightly, trying to let Cade deeper in. “Your turn,” I say, my words coming out more like a plea.
He gives me a cocky smirk. “Maybe. But I’m not coming until I get one more out of you.”
“I don’t know…” My words trail off but he seems to know exactly what I mean.
He pulls out of me suddenly, taking me by surprise. Before I can argue, he’s pressing his front to my back and turning me to my side. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his hip. It’s a position we haven’t been in before, but when he slides inside me again, it feels totally different.
The position feels too good. His lips press to the back of my neck as he pushes in and out of me.
“Cade.” His name comes out as a moan. The arm wrapped under me reaches to play with one nipple before it moves to the other. His other hand works against my clit, stroking me furiously, as he moves in and out of me.
His rhythm is achingly slow, but he goes so deep that the slow thrusts feel better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’m so sensitive from the orgasms he’s already given me. With every slow, deep thrust of his, I get closer and closer to another orgasm.
“I’m going to come inside you, Goldie. I better feel you come too as my cum fills you.”
My head falls backward with a powerful moan. I want to kiss him, but this position feels too good. I don’t care that I can’t reach his mouth. My teeth dig into my lip with each moan that falls from my lips.
I feel an orgasm build and despite my doubts, I know I’m going to come again. He pounds into me slowly, stopping for a short moment when he’s all the way in, before he repeats the cycle.
He moans and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His mouth presses to my ear as he moans with so much pleasure it fuels my own orgasm. He squeezes my breast, like he needs something to hold onto with the power of his own release.
His cum spills out of me, hitting my inner thigh with his continued thrusts. It feels like the orgasm builds for forever, until I’m finally pushed off the ledge I was waiting on.
I scream, not having to care about how loud I am in the middle of this field. I chant his name over and over between each scream as the orgasm takes everything from me.
My body goes limp as the last bits of the release courses through me. Cade presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. He slides out of me. My leg falls from his hip, my thighs pressing together. He keeps our bodies pressed against one another.
His fingers are featherlight as he traces them along my skin. “I’m going to be thinking about that for days even after you’re gone.”
“I wanted to talk to you first, but I think they’re booking my flight for tomorrow, so technically…we have time to do that one more time before I go.”
He nestles closer to me. “One? Oh, if you’re leaving tomorrow morning, we’re doing this a lot more than one more time…”
I look at the flowers in front of me, a question popping into my mind. “When did you plant these?”
His finger continues to trail along my skin. “This year or last year?”
This catches my attention. I turn to face him. “What do you mean this year or last year?”
Cade cups my cheek. “It means they need to be replanted each year. The first time I planted them was when I got back from Chicago. I needed something more than just the house to remind me of you. It was a way for me to distract myself. Maybe if I could take perfect care of these marigolds, in my fucked up head, I thought it meant that maybe you’d come back.”
“Cade…” I try to comprehend the meaning behind his words. It’s still hard to imagine, knowing all the things he did while I was left believing he never loved me at all.
“This year, I planted them a little more angry. It really hit me that you weren’t planning on ever returning and yet I felt this need to plant them just in case. I put it off for weeks, but eventually, I was out there delicately taking care of each seed, the smallest part of me hoping that one day you’d see them. That you’d see the house and the flowers and me and know that despite my fuck ups, I really have always loved you.”
I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you, Cade Jennings.”
“I love you, my Goldie.”
I laugh. “I love my marigolds, too. They’re so beautiful.”
Cade pulls me into his chest. “That’s the thing about marigolds, they’re all beautiful.”
