The Secrets We Hide (The Four 2)

“Just relax.” My fingers brushed her inner thighs, and it was my turn to gasp. “Fucking hell. You’re soaked. Baby.”

That. Was. It.

Up ahead was a dirt road leading to a tiny car park—normally used by walkers as it marked the beginning of a trail to a viewpoint about half a mile away. There’d be no one there now, and I wasn’t waiting any longer. Pressing down on the accelerator, I felt the car respond, and we were there less than two minutes later. I spun the wheel, turning onto the dirt road, and brought the car to a screeching halt in the empty car park, sending clouds of dust up behind us.

One small problem.

As much as I loved my R8, the interior wasn’t exactly conducive to the things I wanted to do to my girl. Too fucking cramped, and she deserved more. Outside the car would do for now, until I could get her in my bed and fuck her until she couldn’t walk.

Not wasting any time, I shot out of the car, round to Winter’s door, and threw it open. “Come here.” My voice was hoarse, my dick begging to be inside her tight, wet pussy.

She slid out of the car, all coy and innocent, fluttering her lashes. She chose now to tease me? Fucking seriously?

I gripped her hips, using her body to slam the door shut, and crowded her up against the door.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to be inside you again?” I growled the words into her ear, biting at her earlobe, my dick, hard as steel, pressed against her stomach.

“Hopefully the same amount of time I’ve waited,” she murmured breathlessly. “I’ve come to appreciate my vibrator.”

“No. No. No. That’s no substitute.” I ground myself into her, my hands sliding up, under her top, cupping her tits. “No bra?” My voice was so thick and hoarse I doubted she could even understand me.

“It kind of seemed redundant.” Her words ended on a moan as I dragged my thumbs across her hard nipples, then pinched them lightly. “Cade… I missed you so fucking much,” she whimpered, gripping my ass and pulling me more tightly against her, swivelling her hips against me, her skirt up around her waist.

This girl.

I was surrounded by her. All soft skin, tight, wet heat, breathy moans and sighs.

All. Mine.

“Snowflake. Fuck, baby.”

I slid my hand down between us, teasing her by keeping it over her underwear. She moaned again, her cries loud in the still night air, as I stroked across her slit, feeling her wetness under my fingers. I swallowed her moans as I kissed her, my cock fucking throbbing, painfully hard and straining against the sweatpants I’d thrown on back at the house, needing to be inside her.

Taking my hand from her nipple, I hooked it under her thigh, wrapping her leg around me and aligning myself so my dick was against her pussy.

Fuuuuck.

I bit into her neck, and she turned her head, biting mine in return, running her hands under my sweatpants and digging her nails into my ass. I groaned and pushed her underwear aside, sliding my finger into her pussy as my thumb stroked her clit.

“More,” she begged, her voice urgent.

“You want more, huh?” I scraped my teeth up the side of her throat, adding another finger, dragging them both in and out of her tight wetness as my thumb continued to stroke over her clit, her soft whimpers testing my restraint. I needed this to feel good for her, but I couldn’t hold on for much longer.

“Cade. I’m gonna c—” I felt her tightening around my fingers, her hands pulling me even closer, as she fell apart for me, her head thrown back, riding my hand like it was my dick.

“More.” Her voice was a breathy whisper as she came down from her high, my fingers still inside her. As I slid my fingers out, her mouth met mine, and she kissed me like she fucking needed me to breathe.

She manoeuvred her hand into my boxers, gripping my cock. “Remember what you said to me once, King Caiden?” Her breath came in short pants, her lips almost touching mine, swollen from our kisses.

Not waiting for a reply, she pulled down my sweatpants and boxers in one go, sinking to her knees, licking across my IV tattoo.

She stared up at me from beneath her lashes, her eyes heavy with lust.

“You said, if you were the king, I should get on my knees and worship you,” she husked out, then wrapped her lips around my cock.

I swear I saw fucking stars.

Flicking her tongue across the head, she caressed my balls, moving her head backwards and forwards, torturing me with her slow pace, gradually taking my dick inch by inch into her mouth until I was all the way to the back of her throat.