Zayde glanced over at us, sighed, and disappeared from the room without a goodbye, closing the door behind him.
I was alone with Caiden again.
He looked at me. “Want to talk more, or do you want me to take your mind off everything?”
I stared back at him, watching as his eyes darkened, his gaze turning hungry. “Option two, please.”
He gave me a feral grin. “Come here.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
“Will anyone come in?” She chewed her lower lip.
“Nah.” I pulled her onto my lap, and she sighed, threading her fingers through my hair, scratching her nails over my scalp as I gripped her hips to line her up with my dick.
“Sorry, forgot my phone.” West’s amused voice came from the doorway, and I looked over Winter’s shoulder to see the fucker smirking at us.
“Can we just go upstairs?” she whispered in my ear.
“Yeah, okay.”
She climbed off me, picking up our drinks, her sexy ass swaying as she walked towards the door. I adjusted my dick, already straining against my jeans.
I caught up with her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist, pressing into her back. She carried on walking, laughing breathlessly as I kissed up her neck, then shivering as I scraped my teeth over her skin.
“Cade. We’re not gonna make it to your bedroom at this rate.” The drinks in her hands sloshed around, the contents dangerously close to spilling over the tiled floor.
“Careful with those drinks.” I couldn’t stop touching her.
“Stop distracting me.”
“Get up the stairs, now.”
“Let go of me and I will.” I released her from my grip, and she raced up the stairs, then paused in my bedroom door to look back at me, eyebrow raised and a cocky smile on her lips. “You coming, or what?”
“I will be, soon.” I smirked, and she rolled her eyes playfully, backing into the room and putting the drinks down on my side table.
“Ugh. You’ve been spending too much time with Cass.”
Reaching her, I backed her up against the bed, using my weight to tip her backwards. My amusement faded as I straddled her, leaning down to nip at her ear. “Don’t mention him. Or any other man,” I warned, my voice hard and possessive. “You’re mine, okay?”
She stared up at me, her pupils dilated with lust, and licked her lips. “Yours, huh?” she asked in a low, throaty tone.
My dick was fucking begging for release as she scraped her nails down my back before gripping my ass and grinding me into her. I stifled a groan. “We discussed this. While we’re fucking, you’re mine. No one else’s. Clear?”
“Clear. Get off me.”
“Oh. No. Snowflake, you don’t get to order me around.”
“You’ll like this.” She pushed at my chest, and I moved up. Reluctantly.
“Sit against the headboard. I’m gonna thank you properly for my car.”
I see.
She didn’t have to thank me, but fuck if I’d stop her.
“Okay.” She climbed off the bed, and my gaze tracked her as she padded over to the light switch and turned it off, leaving just the dim glow coming from the small lamp in the corner of the room. Taking a big gulp of her drink, she tapped at her phone screen and the intro to “Wicked Games” by The Weeknd started playing.