“Morning, baby,” he grumbled, voice rough from sleep.
He hauled me up his body, devouring my mouth. I wasn’t usually a fan of this kind of thing in the morning, not before mutual teeth brushing anyway, but I got lost in his kiss.
His hands roamed over my naked body, I felt his hard on pressing my stomach.
I smiled getting an idea. My mouth left his, traveling down his body, licking his abs – could you blame me – then grabbing him in my hand. I licked the small bead of wetness on the tip. I was a little bit nervous, he was big, but I was confident in my ability.
“Baby,” he groaned when I took him in my mouth, sliding my tongue along and following my mouth with my hand. I moaned, getting turned on over the amount of power I had over this man.
“Jesus, Gwen,” he growled.
I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft and brought my hand down my stomach, rubbing my clit as I took Cade further into my mouth. I felt his hand on my head and he thrust up, fucking my mouth.
“Gwen, unless you want to take all of me right now, you better stop,” he grunted.
I rubbed myself frantically, the start of an orgasm pulsing through me. Cade groaned as he spurted into my mouth. I whimpered and swallowed it all, my orgasm breaking me apart. I sat up and Cade hooked under my arms, pulling me up his body.
“Fuck, baby, you are the hottest little piece I’ve ever had, your mouth is goddamned magic,” he told me, voice rough.
“Glad I could be of service.” I winked at him dreamily.
Resting on top of his body, I took a proper look around his bedroom.
Definitely a man’s room, clothes were strewn about. There was a huge dresser in the corner, with deodorant and spare change atop it, a Harley poster behind it. He had an en suite to the side, and his bedside table was cluttered but tidy. I glanced at the clock beside the bed.
“Fuck!” I yelled. I tried to scramble off Cade, but his arms held me like a vice.
“Jesus, Gwen, you trying to give me a heart attack? What?” he asked, sounding slightly irritated and amused at the same time.
“I slept in, that’s what. I was meant to be at the store like an hour ago!” I kept scrambling, but Cade’s arms were solid. I blew the hair out of my face and glared at him. “Cade, let me up,” I ordered sternly.
“Calm down, babe, it’s not the end of the world, so you’re a bit late. You own the place, no big,” he said nonchalantly, hands trying to distract me by squeezing my ass.
“You may not think it’s a big deal, but it’s my first proper day of being open, being late is not responsible. Crap, where’s my phone? I bet Amy’s been calling me.” I pulled at his arms. “Seriously, Cade, let me up now! I have to go.”
I started to panic, I hated not being organized, it had been a kind of obsession since my attack. I liked to be in control, set my plans out.
Cade frowned, then released me.
I huffed. “About time.” I started to get off the bed, but arms yanked me back, I squealed, Cade silenced me with a kiss.
“Needed your mouth before you left this bed.”
“Well, if you remember correctly, you had my mouth not five minutes ago,” I replied smartly, scouring the floor for my underwear.
“I remember, babe, be sure about that,” he grumbled.
I flicked my head back to him, seeing him lying on the bed, hands behind his head, looking pretty relaxed.
“Can you give me a ride back to my house?” I asked. “Or give me a number for a taxi?” I added, not wanting to expect him to run around after me, this was just sex after all.
“I’ll take you, babe,” he clipped, watching me.
“Thanks,” I replied, still looking for my clothes, then remembering they would most likely be in the hall, after last night.
I blushed thinking about that, and was very aware of Cade’s eyes on my naked body. I didn’t like that. The morning light was streaming through the windows, making it all too easy to see my scars. I didn’t want him to notice them and ask questions, so I quickly swiped a t-shirt off the floor and threw it on. I turned back to Cade. “I’m borrowing this.”
His eyes grew dark and he looked at me with fierce intensity. “Yeah, babe,” he replied.
Weird.
I turned. “I’m going to get my dress…man I have to do the walk of shame!” I whined while walking out the door, Cade’s manly chuckle followed me.
I stepped into the hall towards what I thought was the direction of the front door. I’d been a bit too busy last night to remember the layout.
I peered at pictures scattered on the walls, one of Cade and the men I saw at Rosie’s, all grinning at the camera, outside a garage. Another was of Cade and Rosie, with an older, hard looking woman with dark hair, blonde streaks and familiar gray eyes. She was a biker babe and was beautiful, but it looked like she had seen a lot in her life.
I turned my gaze away, focusing on the mission at hand, which was not taking a trip down Cade’s memory lane. This was just a one night stand after all.
“Aha!” I whispered, finding my dress and the tattered remains of my underwear.
I quickly whipped off Cade’s tee, savoring the musky scent and trying to think of a way I could sneak it out without him noticing. Alas, my Prada was not big enough to hide it.
I pulled my dress on and shoved my ruined panties in my purse, which was lying beside the pile of clothes. I quickly checked my phone. Six missed calls, three from Amy, three from random numbers, a couple of voicemails and a text.
Amy: Hey, girl, I’m guessing you are in the midst of a sexfest (woo fucking hoo!) so don’t worry, I have opened the store, and Rosie is with me. No rush, we have things sorted. Glad those cobwebs have been cleared.
Kisses xxx
I laughed out loud at Amy, silently thanking the gods that my friend was not as slutty as I was. At least not last night. I was going to rush, though. My store was my dream and I wasn’t going to let a man distract me from putting a hundred percent into it.
I still had my phone open on Amy’s text when Cade’s voice whispered in my ear. “See, baby, no rush.”
I jumped, hating people sneaking up on me. I whirled my head around, directing my second glare of the day at Cade. It didn’t help I had not consumed one ounce of caffeine, luckily my orgasm would be enough to sustain me.
“Don’t do that, you scared the bejesus out of me,” I said tightly. “And don’t read my texts over my shoulder, that’s rude.”
He ignored me, wrapping his arms around me, running them up my body, caressing my breasts. I couldn’t help but moan, just a little.
“I think we better keep working on getting those cobwebs out, babe, don’t think I was thorough enough,” Cade told me gruffly.
I so didn’t find that funny. I pulled away from him – with extreme effort – and crossed my arms. “I need you to take me home now, please.”
Cade frowned. “That keen to get away, are we?”
“No, I just have work to do, a job? Do you know what that is?” I said with a slight bite, wondering if he even had a job, one that didn’t include committing felonies.
Cade’s frown deepened. “Yeah, Gwen, I do,” he clipped. “Get your shit and we’ll go.”