The Havoc We Wreak (The Four 3)

Her voice was soft. “We’ll come back when it’s warmer, then. Thank you for sharing it with me, Cade.”

“I’ve never brought anyone up here. I wanted to share it with you. To make it a place where we could both have good memories.”

She sighed. “And you say you’re not romantic. You’re giving me all the feels, right here.” She pointed at her stomach. “And here.” She put her hand on her heart. We paused at the end of the track, waiting to turn the car back onto the road, and I placed my hand over hers.

Then I squeezed her delicious tit, and she squealed, batting me away. “Way to ruin the moment, asshole.”

I smirked, sliding my hand up under her hoodie to caress her tits properly. “I think you like it, really.”

She bit back a smile. “Sometimes.”

I lightly pinched her nipple through her bra, and she moaned softly.

“Something you wanna say, baby?” I drawled.

“Take me home and fuck me senseless.”

NINE

He pushed me up against the front door, attacking my mouth, grinding his hardness into me. The time for romance was over. Now, all I wanted was for him to be buried inside me, and it was clear he was thinking the same thing.

“We need to get inside,” I moaned, as he dragged his mouth down my neck, biting, licking, and sucking, sending waves of pleasure straight to my core.

“I want you so fucking much,” he growled against my neck, as he somehow managed to open the door, holding me against him as he moved us inside.

We broke apart, breathing heavily, and I kicked my boots off. He followed suit, before he pounced on me again, picking me up as if I weighed nothing and stalking towards the stairs. “Careful,” I cautioned, clinging tightly to him as he carried me up. As soon as we hit the landing, he lowered me to the floor.

“I need you so. Fucking. Badly.”

He ripped my hoodie over my head, throwing it carelessly to the floor, and I moaned at the wild, feral look in his eyes. “Get inside the bedroom. I don’t want anyone else looking at you,” he gritted out, his eyes drawn to my breasts where the outline of my nipples could be clearly seen through the thin material of my top and bra.

I stepped inside and he followed me in, closing the door with a crash, before stopping dead. A strange expression stole across his face as he looked at me standing by his bed.

“Cade?”

He bit his lip, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over my body. “I need to give you your birthday present.”

“I thought this was my present?” I unbuttoned my jeans, but he held his hand up.

“Wait. I can’t think straight when you’re like that.”

“Like what?” I licked my lips, staring at him from under my lashes, and his restraint snapped.

“Fuck it.” His words came out as a tortured rasp, and he launched himself at me, pushing me back onto the bed and ripping off my jeans. He pushed my legs apart, running his thumb over the silky material of my underwear. “Baby. You’re so fucking wet for me right now.” He leaned forwards and licked across my wetness, over the top of my underwear. I arched my back as his tongue teased me. “You taste so good,” he groaned, sliding up my body, pushing my top up as he went, and tearing it off over my head. “I can’t resist you.”

“Do you want to?” I asked breathlessly, as he expertly reached around behind my back, undoing my bra with one hand and pulling it off me.

“I wanted to give you your present.” He sank his teeth into my neck, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core as he ground himself into me, his jeans a delicious friction against my wetness.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, pulling at his hoodie, needing it off him.

“Never.” He lifted himself up, helping me out by tugging off his hoodie and T-shirt in one go.

In fact, I was the one to stop.

A shocked gasp fell from my lips as he uncovered his torso, and I went completely still. My eyes were drawn straight to the inside of his arm, to his tattoo of a skull wearing a crown. Directly above the peak of the crown was a new design I’d never seen before, the ink fresh, standing out against the other

tattoos.