“I love you,” he said again. “But the day will come, Marly, when I will need this. Do you understand that?”
“And if I can’t?” Marly felt her heart breaking at the expression in his eyes.
So much need, so much pain.
“Then I will try to accept that,” he sighed, regret filling his expression. “It will be hard, Marly. But I’ll try.”
“Can’t you tell me why?” She touched his cheek, hurting for him, wanting to ease the tortured expression from his face.
“I can’t tell you why, baby. But I won’t lie about my needs. Just as I refuse to let you. And I don’t think you’re as outraged as you should be, Marly.” The painful intensity changed to arousal as he watched her.
Marly’s face flushed. She refused to delve into what she was feeling. But she knew the thought of the three men she loved most loving her physically wasn’t as abhorrent as it should be.
Cade’s eyes narrowed. His hands went to the buttons on his jeans and he began loosening them slowly. Her eyes widened, her lips parting in a gasp of shock as his cock came free from its confinement.
“You said you wouldn’t.” She licked her lips at the hard flesh that rose from the material.
“I said not for a while. I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” he denied. “But the look on your face is about to kill me, Marly. Why aren’t you shocked baby? Why aren’t you screaming?”
“Screaming?” She avoided the other questions; she couldn’t face them just now. “I’m not screaming because you aren’t making me scream, Cade,” she reminded him suggestively. “Make me scream.”
He moved, crowding her back along the couch until she was lying on her back, staring up at him with wide eyes.
“I like submission, Marly,” he whispered hoarsely. “Whenever I want you, however I want you. I want you screaming for it, begging for it. I want your mouth wrapped around my cock, I want it buried deep inside your hot little body. I want to eat you like candy. I want it whenever I say I want it. Fight me in any area of our life that you want to, but not sexually. The rest, we’ll work out. But don’t deny me. I couldn’t stand it if you denied me.”
He pushed her dress to her waist, groaning at the wet mark he glimpsed on the crotch of her panties. Marly watched his eyes lower, his face flushing. Lust pulsed in the air, in her bloodstream, in the hard cock rising from his pants.
“Touch yourself for me,” he whispered. “Push your fingers into your panties and touch yourself. Make yourself cum for me.”
Marly gasped as his hand gripped hers, pushing her fingers to her panties. He watched in agony as the slender hand disappeared beneath the material. Her fingers curved, then she cried out as they sank into her vagina. Cade groaned, watching in fascination as the material moved back, then followed as her fingers dipped. He could see the pale flesh from the side of the panties, her fingers disappearing into the glistening slit.
“Make yourself cum,” he whispered again. “Let me watch you masturbate, Marly, and we’ll go to bed and go to sleep. I promise not to take you. Just give me this.”
One hand stroked his own flesh as the other moved the material covering her to the side. He watched her finger sink into her vagina, the bare lips of her cunt parting around the flesh as small slurping sounds emanated from the slick channel. He licked his lips, knowing how good she would taste.
“Yeah, there you go,” he whispered, leaning close, pushing her thighs further apart. “Just slow and easy, baby.”
He watched her fingers move as she pleasured herself, hearing her gasping moans, watching her hips and thighs flex. It wouldn’t take her long. She didn’t yet understand the build up, the intense, sexual heat of waiting. He would teach her that later. First, he wanted her comfortable. He wanted her trust.
Her fingers pulled back, the drenching moisture clinging to them as they moved to her clit. Cade didn’t protest, but he moved his fingers slowly, pushing one into the tight grip of her body as hers played with the knot of nerves he was dying to taste.
She cried out then, shuddering. He pushed another finger inside her, watching her stretch around his fingers as he thrust shallowly inside her. He wanted her to come fast, knowing the build up scared her. He watched her fingers move faster on her clit, and knew it would be over long before he was satisfied. He allowed her this time, though. Encouraging her, his fingers thrusting inside her much slower than he wanted, he allowed her to throw herself over the edge at her own pace.
She was gasping, groaning as her orgasm drenched his fingers, the muscles of her vagina clenching them. He grimaced with his own need, knowing the hours stretching ahead of him would be miserable. Finally, she collapsed back on the cushions, breathing roughly.
Cade withdrew his fingers, ignoring his need to taste the soft cream she had spilled onto them as the hand at his cock stroked faster, finally bringing a small measure of release with his ejaculation.
“Son of a bitch, you’ll kill me.” He leaned back against the couch, buttoning his jeans with an edge of anger after cleaning his hands with the napkins he had used for their drink glasses.
“Come on, bed time.” She was soft and drowsy as he lifted her into his arms. Curling against him, her eyes drooping as sleep began to steal over her.
Cade carried her to his room, undressed her and tucked her gently under the blankets before leaving the room. There was no way in hell he could sleep with her, he thought. His cock was like an unruly beast and it wanted nothing more than to plunder the tender vagina that gripped it so tight and hot. Besides, Brock and Sam were due back within the hour with their “guests”, the paid trackers that he prayed would remove the threat suddenly haunting them all.
Chapter Twenty-One
Dressed in one of Cade’s shirts, and a pair of his socks, reasonably certain he would be out at work, Marly stumbled into the kitchen and made a beeline for the coffee the next morning. Her back was to the table, her eyesight bleary as she poured the hot liquid into a cup and sipped at it with a sigh of pleasure. Caffeine, pure and strong, slid slowly through her system, overriding the film of dazed unreality that came from the drinks she had consumed the night before.
The soreness of her body was nearly gone, but her nervousness wasn’t. She was more than thankful Cade was gone—