The Secrets We Hide (The Four 2)

TWENTY-FIVE

All the Four were there, but I barely noticed Kinslee and Lena greeting the others. Caiden was the same—his whole focus was locked on me, and he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I gulped, a nervous excitement thrumming through my veins, my heart beating faster as he sauntered closer. He was all casual, graceful swagger, but I could see the beast in his eyes that he was trying to restrain.

He had on dark, inky-blue jeans and a jet-black shirt that matched his raven hair, the top button undone and the sleeves rolled up to expose his tattooed forearms. There was a bruise, most likely from the paintball, blooming on his cheekbone, and I could see another through the tattoos on his left arm. The bruises somehow made him look even hotter than normal. His eyes were all thundery, full of dangerous promise.

Reaching my side, he spun me around, pressing up against my back, grinding his hard cock into me, his hands on my ribs just below my breasts. “You look so fucking hot, Snowflake. I wanna lift this sexy dress up, push your underwear aside, and fuck you up against those windows in front of us until you’re screaming my name.” He bit my earlobe, then just breathed across my ear, sending a wave of shivers through my whole body, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’d seen him for a total of thirty seconds and I was already so wet I’d need to change my underwear. And I needed him. Right. Fucking. Now.

“Umm…” My brain liter

ally refused to work. He nudged me with his hips, pushing us along.

“This way.” He walked us down a corridor and stopped outside a door with a key code panel. Punching in a six-digit number, he waited for a second until we heard a click as the door unlocked, and then he reached around me and pushed it open.

We were in a room, dimly lit by some kind of tiny light that had come on automatically when we opened the door. Don’t ask me any more than that. All I knew was my boyfriend was spinning me in his arms, hoisting me onto a table, and pulling off my underwear.

“So fucking wet for me already.” He stopped for a moment, staring at me lying there, desperate for his touch, and he gave me a feral grin before lowering his head. Then he had his tongue in my soaked pussy, and I moaned in relief, digging my hands into my thighs to stop myself gripping onto his styled hair. When he sucked my clit, I almost levitated off the table, and when he combined flicking my clit with his tongue with his fingers, curling, pumping, and scissoring inside me, I came hard and fast, clenching my thighs around his head, my legs weak and shaking.

“Fucking hell, Cade.” My voice came out weak and breathless. “What a way to say hi.”

He gave a dark chuckle, grabbing tissues from the box on the table and using them to clean us both up. The outline of his hard cock looked almost obscene, trapped in his tight trousers, and I sat up, reaching out and running my hand up and down his length. “What’s it gonna be, Caiden? Hand? Mouth? Pussy? Ass?”

His eyes flashed, and he bared his teeth at me. “I’m in the mood to mark what’s mine. Window. Hands on the glass.”

I climbed off the table, my legs still shaking, and stood in front of the window, placing my palms flat on the cool glass. He came up behind me, and I heard his trousers unzipping, and then his cock was pressed against my ass.

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” For a moment he let his emotions show in his voice, as he dropped soft licks and kisses all down my neck and along my collarbone, his hands sliding up under my tight dress to caress my breasts, then back down, one circling my clit while the other came up to lightly grip my throat. Then his grip tightened and his finger moved faster, and he bit and sucked at my skin, marking my neck.

“Fuck, yes.” He licked across the broken skin. “I want to leave another right…” He dropped to his knees and spun me around, and I fell back against the window using it for support. “…here.” He left his mark on my inner thigh, then licked over it, soothing it, before getting to his feet and spinning me back around and bending me over, then thrusting inside me without warning. I cried out as he fucked me, barely any time before he was coming. As I felt him empty himself inside of me, his fingers worked my clit, playing my body like an instrument he was the master of, bringing me over the edge with an orgasm that left me shaking and breathless. Again.

“Hi,” he said, turning me back around and kissing me for the first time since I’d seen him. Just one, soft, hello kiss, but it gave me butterflies.

“Hi back. At the risk of ruining the moment, I really need to clean up since you came inside me, and that stuff doesn’t stay in place.”

“You mean my cum? Nice.” I heard the laughter in his voice as he grabbed a handful of tissues, passing them to me, before he let out a groan. “These paintball bruises fucking hurt. Worth it, though.” He straightened up, stretching. “Come on. Let’s get back to your room and clean up. We’ll use the back staircase; we can avoid most of the guests that way.”

I looked around the room, finally becoming aware of my surroundings. “What is this room, anyway?”

“Cassius’ dad’s office,” he said casually, as if it was no big deal.

“What? Are you serious? B-b-but,” I spluttered. “That means you ate me on his fucking desk! And look at his window!” I groaned, seeing the smeary handprints, glitter, and other marks I really didn’t want to think about marring the crystal-clear glass. I didn’t dare to look at the desk.

“Don’t worry about it. He won’t be using it until the day after tomorrow, when work starts up again. The cleaners will have been in here way before then.”

“Are you positive?” I tugged my dress back into place, then crouched down and swiped my underwear from the floor.

“I’m sure.” He was completely unconcerned, taking my hand and leading me to the door without a care in the world. “Let’s go.”

“How did you know the pin code, anyway?” I wondered aloud.

Closing the door behind us, he reset the pin pad before leading me down a mostly empty corridor, through a door, and down a set of narrow stairs to the floor below. “He’s had the same code for as long as I can remember. Me and Cass used to sneak into his office as teenagers to watch porn—it was the only computer without parental blocks.”

“Ugh. I wish I hadn’t asked.”

Back in my room, once we’d both sorted ourselves out and were ready to rejoin the party again, he pulled me to him, gently gripping my face in his hands.

“I don’t know what came over me, earlier.”

“I do. Me. I came over you.” I smirked at him, and he rolled his eyes, kissing the tip of my nose.