Page 71 of Bad Intentions

I moved my leg, feeling like I should probably climb off his dick if we were done, when his hands tightened on my thighs.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Freckles?”

“Um, aren’t we done?” I wondered.

He shook his head, straightening off the wall and pulling me with him, still sunk deep. “We aren’t even close to finished. You haven’t come yet, and we’re not leaving here until you do.”

He turned us, leaning his back against the wall this time. He lifted me and lowered me, and I gasped. He was still hard, and inside me was wetter than ever, his cum lubricating the delicious drag of his cock.

“You like that?” he asked, watching me with rapt attention as I moaned, my head falling back.

I was slack in his arms. I wasn’t even holding on; his strength had completely taken me over. He lifted me faster, dragging me up and down his cock, all the ridges and veins on the long length rubbing me inside just right. He somehow managed to grind me against his hard pelvic bone, and the movement felt like it zapped my clit with pleasure. I stiffened, rising higher and higher.

“That’s right. Fall apart on me. Come on my big cock. Let me ruin you like you ruin me.”

He picked me up and slammed me down, pushing me higher and higher, until my body spasmed and pleasure blasted out. Shocking waves of heat and euphoria jolted through me, reshaping my neural pathways, remaking me as a person addicted to this very feeling, and this man.Only him.I clenched down hard on him, and a deep groan left him as I contracted so hard my pussy became like a vice. He stiffened, and with his groan still on his breath, he came again.

“Fuck me, I can’t hold back, I can’t keep anything from you, and I’m done trying,” he panted in my ear.

I knew just how he felt.

* * *

Cayden drove me to Eve’s diner on his motorbike once the rain had stopped. I was wearing his sweats and a hoodie from his locker. It smelled like him, and I never wanted to wash it.

“Can you take the long way?” I asked as he approached me with the spare helmet and pulled it gently down on my head.

“With you? Anytime.” He grinned.

I couldn’t get used to seeing that content expression. It was so different from the serious, intense guy that I’d known before.

I wrapped myself around him as he drove us down the dark winding roads surrounding Hade Harbor. I let my arms fly over my head again and felt freer than I’d ever felt before. I didn’t know what was going on between Cayden and me. I didn’t know if what had happened tonight would ever happen again, even if I wanted it to. It had been just as soul-baring as it had been physical, and I had no idea how to move forward from it.

I only knew that I’d done something I wanted, when I wanted, with the guy I wanted. Now, I had a perfect memory to treasure forever. I’d also decided to lay my amateur investigations into Cayden to rest. My will to go against him had broken when I’d seen the trailer he’d grown up in. It was too late to hate him, especially now that I’d seen so much of his life before Hade Harbor. I couldn’t forget it. I didn’t want to.

He roared into town and let me off outside the diner.

“Are you sure you’re staying with Eve tonight?”

“Yes, we already made plans. Don’t worry, I’m not going to say anything. As far as I’m concerned, I never went to Midnight Falls.” I didn’t bother telling him that Eve had been with me. There wasn’t any point making things more complicated.

Cayden raised an eyebrow at me. “I guess I’ll just try my best to believe you. After all, I still have your journal pages on my phone.”

I frowned at him, climbing off the back of the bike and hopping to the curb. “Don’t remind me. I was hoping we could move on from the constant threats.”

He chuckled. “How about this…we can move on, but you need to write down some more dreams in it. I’ll do my best to make them come true.” He was sitting astride his bike, looking hotter than sin. The original bad boy, temptation in a leather jacket and boots, his hair still wet from the shower.

Oh God, the shower.

I flushed and looked down at the sidewalk. The shower room was too fresh in my mind, and my body was still too sore for him to be looking so hot right now.

“You can keep that one, I guess, as a spoil of war. You gave me a new one, remember?”

He nodded slowly. “When it comes to you, Lillian Williams, I remember everything.”

I had nothing to answer that outrageously romantic statement, and my heart wheezed, desperately in need of some distance from this guy. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to end up with a lot more than a great first-time story. I would end up with a raging, unrequited crush, and seeing as I’d nearly survived high school without dying over any of the Ice Gods, I didn’t want to start now.

“I’m going to go now. Have a nice weekend and everything,” I said, backing away, suddenly unsure how, exactly, to form normal sentences.

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