I grinned and pulled back slightly, then pushed back in. Her breath hitched, but I wasn’t sure if it was the pain she was feeling or the pleasure from my thumb as I pressed it against her clit. The only way to keep her relaxed was to get her to orgasm again. The thought of her pussy pulsating around my cock spurred me on, and I thrust faster.
“Fuck,” I spat, sitting up more and gripping her waist with my free hand as I stared down at her. She was so fuckin’ hot spread out on my bed, letting me take part of her she’d never given anyone else.
Her eyes closed, her hands gripping my biceps, her nails puncturing my skin. “More.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice, so I thrust even faster, my thumb rubbing her clit so quick my arm started to cramp. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her hair a matted mess on her face, and then I felt it. Her pussy clamped around my cock, and I let go. I let go of what I’d been trying to keep at bay. I let myself feel every fuckin’ inch of her as my balls tightened. My head dipped back, the muscles in my neck tensing, my teeth clenching together, and fuck…I’d never felt anything like it. It was heaven and hell all rolled into one. Fire and ice mixing and compounding.
It was everything, and it was all because of the girl beneath me.
Aria.
It would always be Aria.
Chapter Thirteen
CADE
My lips lifted into a smile before my eyes even cracked open. Aria was attached to my chest, her soft breathing echoing around us, and her dark-red hair covering half of my face. Her flowery scent filled my nostrils as I pulled in a breath and moved her hair. I stared down at her, tracking my gaze across her hand covering my chest over my heart, and down to her legs which were on either side of mine, her knee drawn up real close to my cock.
I trailed my tongue over my bottom lip and stirred when I realized I could still taste her on my lips. I wasn’t sure what had woken me, but now that I wasn’t asleep, all I wanted was a repeat of last night.
My hand drifted down her naked back, and down to her ass, my whole palm covering one of her cheeks. I pressed my fingertips between her legs, and just as I was about to feel what I desperately needed, banging echoed throughout the house.
I snapped my hand back as if I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t, and Aria stirred from the impact. She lifted her head a little, but her eyes stayed closed, and when a second round of banging rang through the house, I rolled her off my chest, making sure not to wake her.
A pair of sweats hanging over the chair in the corner were the only things I could grab and yank up my legs as the banging got louder and brasher. What the actual fuck?
Pausing at the doorway, I took one last look at a sleeping Aria then darted down the stairs and to the front door. The banging didn’t stop as I unlocked it, and when I pulled it open, I frowned. “Ford?”
He didn’t greet me. Instead, he barged past me, down the hallway, and into the kitchen. I closed the door and followed him, wondering what the hell had happened. “What’s going on?” I asked, halting just inside the door to the kitchen. “Is Dad okay?” My eyes widened. “Belle? Asher?”
“They’re fine,” Ford grunted, his gaze not moving off mine. “Is she here?”
I tilted my head to the side and crossed my arms over my chest. “What? Is who here?”
Ford laughed, but it wasn’t at all humorous. It was condescending, and frankly, was pissing me the hell off. “Don’t gotta lie to a liar,” Ford said and leaned against the counter. He was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, but there was no mistaking the belt with his gun and badge attached to it.
He’d become part of Dad’s team four years ago, and that meant part of the family too. They all loved him, but they had no idea the things he’d done for me. They didn’t realize how close we’d become, but that didn’t mean he could barge into my house and start this fuckin’ shit.
“Leave,” I ground out, my nostrils flaring and blood boiling. “Leave now before you regret coming into my house like this.”
Ford raised a brow at me. “You think you can take me?” He pushed off the counter. “Go ahead. Try it, see how far you get.” I stepped forward, about to let loose. “I’ll lay your ass out, but you’ll still be fucked.”
“What?”
“You think I didn’t notice?” He shook his head. “Fuck, Cade. Are you stupid?”
“You’re pushing it,” I warned him, feeling the control I had on my anger slipping.
“Nah.” He strolled over to the other side of the kitchen casually. “That was you last night with her.”
“Don’t fuckin’—”
“Don’t what?” he asked, his flip switching. He was good at what he did, that much was clear. He was acting like nothing affected him, but within a second he’d done a one-eighty. Calm and collected became angry and agitated. “Don’t tell the truth?”
“I don’t need—”
“You don’t need what?” he interrupted, not letting me get a goddamn word in. “You don’t need anyone finding out what you did? You don’t need me to tell you that you fucked up? Huh?” He stepped toward me, his nostrils flaring. “What don’t you need, Cade?”