He stares at me, then nods. “You’re right.”
“I am?”
He nods. “I am drunk, as you pointed out, and horny. Where better to scratch my itch than with the whore who’s always ready to spread her legs for me?”
I reel back as if he slapped me. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He’s not in his senses.
“I know exactly what I’m saying”—his lips curl—“and I’ll remember every single thing when I’m sober. You’re nothing but a willing slut for me. Albeit, a slut with family connections, which will help consolidate my position in society and get better sponsorship roles.”
“I... I don’t believe you,” I whisper.
“Better believe it, doll. You’re the ticket to more money and influence, and nothing more.“
My throat closes. A tickling sensation teases my nostrils. If there were ever a time he might slip up and admit his feelings for me, it’s now when he’s drunk. Instead, it’s clear the alcohol has only loosened his tongue so all the hate he’s stored up inside is bubbling to the surface.
"S-so that’s all we are? A social media opportunity?"
"You said it, baby."
The backs of my eyes burn. "And there’s nothing else between us?"
He yawns. "You’re boring me. But if you want me to repeat it, then yes, there’s nothing between us. We can never be anything, Abby, and the sooner you accept that, the better it’ll be for you. Now,"—he glances around, then heads in the direction of my bedroom—"I need to get some sleep if I want to be on time for practice tomorrow."
"Huh?" I stare, open-mouthed, as he weaves his way through the open door and toward my bed. "Hey, what are you doing?" I head inside the room, but he’s already face down on my mattress.
"Cade, get up!" I shake his shoulder, but there’s no response. "Cade, wake up. This is not your bed; it’s mine. And after what you said, if you think I’m going to let you stay here, you’re wrong. Cade—" His deep breathing interrupts me. "The hell?"
I glance down at what I can see of his face. His lips are parted, that jawline even more pronounced in repose. He’s down for the count. Fuck. My. Life. I drag my gaze down his broad back, those tight butt cheeks encased in jeans, powerful thighs, defined calves and feet still encased in shoes. I blow out a breath. I should let him sleep with his shoes on. He deserves to be uncomfortable, especially after how he laughed at me. "Asshole."
I turn to leave, attempt to step forward, but my feet are rooted to the ground. I throw up my hands. "Aargh!" Why do I have to be so concerned about him after how he treated me? It doesn’t matter what I did to him. No one deserves to have their feelings laughed at. So, why am I unable to leave?
I pivot and stomp over to the foot of the bed. I manage to pull off his sneakers and drop them on the floor. It’s only because I don’t want his dirty shoes on my bed, yep, that’s all it is.
I shake my head, then walk around to my side of the bed. I grab a pillow, plant it between us, then clamber under the covers. I’m not going to let this douche-cretin push me out of my own bed. Besides, I’ve put a barrier of sorts between us, so it’s going to be fine, right? I turn my back on him, close my eyes, and fall asleep.
My eyes snap open on a gasp. My heart hammers in my chest. My pulse beats at my temples, at my wrists, between my legs. Between. My. Legs. My breasts ache, my toes curl. Something wet laps up my slit, and my pussy clenches. I glance down to find his head between my thighs.
I gasp, "What are you doing?"
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Cade
I glance up to find her eyes open.
I lick my lips, and her gaze widens. "Cade, wha—?"
I swipe my tongue up her slit, which makes her entire body shudder.
"Oh, my god!" She tries to close her thighs—her naked thighs, for I peeled off her sleep shorts and her panties as she slept—and I push my shoulders forward, preventing her from squeezing her legs together.
"Cade," her voice is breathless. Her legs quiver. I hold her gaze, then stab my tongue inside her channel. She throws her head back and pushes her breasts up so her nipples stand out. I cup her breast and squeeze. She shivers. I pinch her nipple, and a groan spills from her lips. "Ohmigod, ohmigod."
I massage her breast as I begin to thrust my tongue in and out of her. In and out. She thrashes her head from side to side, then digs her fingers into my hair. She tugs on the strands, and I feel the pull all the way to the crown of my cock. The blood rushes to my groin, and my shaft lengthens. I release my hold on her breast, only to grip the underside of her hips. I scoop them up and position her, allowing me to push my tongue even deeper inside her.
"Cade!" She locks her ankles about my shoulders, smothering me with her gorgeous thick thighs.
My entire body goes on alert. All of my senses hone in on where she writhes on my tongue. The sugary taste of her essence goes straight to my head, and my blood begins to pump in my veins. My heart thunders in my chest, and my balls grow heavy. Lust licks my nerve-endings, and my vision tunnels. I squeeze the mounds of her arse, and her entire body jolts. I lick up her pussy lips, then curl my tongue around her clit. A cry spills from her lips and her grip on my hair tightens. She tries to pull me off, even as she pushes her pelvis up, as if urging me to penetrate her again with my tongue. I oblige. I thrust my tongue inside her pussy. She cries out and her back bows off the bed. I continue to plunge my tongue in and out of her, in and out. Each time I sink my tongue inside her, she groans. When I pull out, a shudder grips her. I bite down on her clit and she yells, "Jesus, you’re killing me!"
"Cade." I crawl up her body, and her arms fall to her sides. I grip her wrist and twist it up and over her head; then the other. I wrap her fingers over the headboard, and her eyelids flutter open.
“What?” she asks in a drugged voice.
“When you scream again, I want it to be my name."
Her pupils dilate. The green lightens until they’re silver orbs of lust that laser straight through my ribcage. My heart stutters. My limbs tremble. Heat flushes my skin, and fuck me, but I don’t understand why this woman has this effect on me.
I hate her. I’ve spent the better portion of my life plotting my revenge on her, yet here I am, with my dick millimeters away from sinking inside her hot, tight, wet pussy, and all I can think of is how beautiful she is. How desirable. How everything. Everything that’s wrong for me. And yet, I can’t pull away from her.
Since I crashed back into her life, I’m the one whose emotions have been turned upside down. It’s not something I planned. Not something I’m going to tolerate. I need to fix it, and the easiest way is to fuck her. Yeah, that’s it. If I fuck her out of my system, I can move on. I can relegate her back to the corner of my mind, where she’ll, once again, be a figure I hate. It’s only because I’ve held back from shagging her that she’s taking up more space than needed in my head. Yes, that’s it.
"Say my name," I growl again. "Now."
"Cade," her voice trembles.