Journey
Cade’ssandy hair hung in his eyes as he stared down at me with possessive eyes and parted lips. Butterflies replaced the disease spreading through my belly, remembering the way Ash and the others felt in my mouth.
His rough hands moved from beside my head, and they landed on my open jeans. “Good,” he snapped, ripping the denim down my legs in one single whoosh.
My heart raced to my throat as his fingers clamped down on my wrist, pulling my hand out of my wet folds. I was completely out of breath, holding back a moan as he took his other hand and slowly pulled my panties down my legs, throwing them on the floor with my pants. He climbed on top of me, his jeans rubbing over me so harshly I wanted to cry out. He hovered above me, holding himself up with one hand that dug into my wild hair, tugging on the ends to gain my attention. “This,” he whispered right over my lips, placing his other hand right at my entrance. I ached and throbbed, and he was right: reliving this was a good idea. “Was never theirs.” His finger sunk into me, and I arched my back, hitting his solid chest. “And neither were these.” Cade’s tongue darted out of his mouth as I flew back into the pillow, my hair a parachute as I fell back. He leaned in quickly and traced the curve of my lips with his tongue, and I felt myself go into a frenzy. When he pulled away and stared down at me with that intense, hungry look he’d given me in the past, I suddenly wasn’t a girl who had experienced a trauma in this place but a girl who knew what she wanted—and his name was Cade Walker.
Our mouths were sealed again, and his finger plunged back in as my hips spread. A moan left me, and he swallowed it. My hands went underneath his shirt, and I pulled it over his head, running my fingers over the dips and curves of his abs and shoulders. “I missed you,” I said, allowing my emotions in for a second. I missed him so much it hurt.
“Missing you doesn’t come close to what I felt when you were gone. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” He took my ear in between his teeth. His breath was hot and seedy, and without even knowing I was doing it, my hand was unbuttoning his jeans, and I was pushing them halfway down his thighs. My hand dug into his boxers, feeling completely out of control with need. I want to touch him. I missed his skin against mine. I missed everything.
His mouth was back, his tongue sweeping inside, making my hand move faster as I gripped him. He was hot and hard, and he hissed as he pulled up to look down at me. My hand was in his pants as he hovered, and his was buried in between my legs, both of us completely captivated with the other. Cade’s dark eyes were full of something intense beneath his hair. There was a bead of sweat right beside his temple, and something wild came over me as I arched my back, feeling his finger go deeper, just so I could dart my tongue out and taste the salty moisture.
He grunted, dropping his head. “Fuck.”
We moved in sync, my hand moving against him, and his moving inside of me. We chased the high. Kissed like we were frantic animals. Teeth clashing, bodies glistening with sweat. “Don’t stop.” I pulled back, gasping for air, moving beneath him as I chased the high only he could give me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I know when you’re close.”
His lips fell to my hammering pulse, and his hips thrust in my hand as I continued to pump him as fast as I felt my orgasm peaking. “God,” I muttered, moaning as we both rocked like we were fucking one another instead of each other’s hands.
“Stop tormenting me. Come for me, baby.”
I gripped his dick as an abyss took me under. My body spilled over the brink of insanity, and I yelled out louder than I ever had in this room.
“That’s it,” Cade’s whisper tickled my ear, and I was alive, burning bright with a glow that not even this place could dim. “That’s my girl.”
My hand stilled on him, and I caught the untamed look of hunger in his eye before I pulled his fingers out of me, wet with my need, and pushed on his chest. His brows flickered with confusion as a lazy smile curved on my face.
“We’re not done,” I whispered, crawling out from beneath him. We both stood from the bed, and when I dropped down to my knees, his lips parted. There was an energy brimming around me, and I suddenly felt like I was on top of the world. Like the things that had happened here were nothing more than a survival tactic, and I was allowed to relish in that. Cade snipped the last string that I was balancing on, trying to figure out if what I did in this place was unethical or not. Either way, I made it out alive, and there was something to say for that.
Cade’s jeans were still unbuttoned and slightly pulled down. “You still want me to show you what happened here, right?” I asked, tracing my finger over his abs. His hand caught mine in a fast reflex, and he pulled me to my feet.
“That depends,” he started, dropping his gaze down to my bare legs and back. “Is it working? Are you forgetting how their mouths felt on you? Do you understand that even though you had to do certain things, you weren’t theirs? You weren’t theirs then, and you aren’t theirs now.”
I nodded slowly, feeling the truth vibrate behind my lips. “I still feel dirty, but…”
Cade’s eyes narrowed, ready to tell me that I wasn’t, but I stopped him.
“I think I like being dirty, Cade.”
His hot gaze locked onto me. “But only for me.”
I nodded, enjoying the way my stomach fluttered and how blood rushed to between my legs. “Only for you.”
His hands landed on my shoulders, and he pushed me back down to my knees. I breathed out a hungry sigh, peeking up at him as he stared down at me. His jeans fell down in a single swoop, and next came his boxers. When he gripped himself at the base, I licked my lips.
“I’ve missed those smoky eyes looking up at me like I’m the only one you see.”
“You are,” I said before taking him in my mouth. His hand shot to the back of my head, his fingers weaving through my hair. I sucked and ran my tongue over his length like I’d perfected in my time away, and Cade’s hips flexed, bringing himself close to retribution.
“This is what I pictured,” he said, voice hoarse as I continued sucking him and bringing him on my level. “Every time I beat myself off, I pictured those eyes and those lips. You’re all I’ve thought about from that first claiming, Journ. If you disappear again, I will, too.”
My throat vibrated as his hand gripped my head harder. I knew he was close, so I took him deeper, feeling my emotions emerge with the fact that although I came back to St. Mary’s under the impression that Cade had hurt me beyond belief, I still felt an undeniable connection with him.
“Fuck, Journey,” he grunted, thrusting one last time into my mouth. I had to fight the way my lips wanted to curve as I drank every last drop of him, knowing his eyes were pinned on me down below as I sucked him dry.
As soon as he pulled himself from my mouth, I peered up at him, and his chest was fighting for breath. His hand gripped my chin, and his thumb swiped over my bottom lip, wiping away the last bead of moisture from him.