Page 58 of Cade

Because I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

The light of the television bathed him in an ethereal glow, and I scooted closer to him. The motion pulled his attention away for a moment.

“You okay?” he asked, taken by the sudden movement.

Being this close to him, my arm stretched over his stomach, my head on his shoulder was too much.

I nodded as I took in the sight of him, looking down at me.

When we were upright, I had a good few inches on him, being nearly six foot one myself, but in bed, or on a couch, I could cuddle up close to Cade and look up at him.

Like the damn angel he was.

I nodded in response. I was better than okay. I felt amazing.

I pulled him down to my lips, taking him by surprise. I loved kissing Cade, loved how his lips felt plush against my own, how he’d slowly let his tongue breach mine, stroking it until he elicited little groans of pleasure from my mouth, just from his kiss alone.

I wanted to kiss him as much as I could, among other things.

It occurred to me at that moment, as Cade slipped his tongue in my mouth and pulled me closer with his free arm that was wrapped around my shoulders, that while our first meeting had ended with me fucking Cade until he begged me to let him come, we hadn’t been physical since. Part of that was on me, because while I wanted to fuck Cade’s beautiful mouth and asshole every time I saw him, I was trying to be good.

I was trying to be a man deserving of him.

But something in between us had shifted during that time. The tables had somehow turned.

I pulled Cade closer, wrapping my leg over his hip. The movie in the background droned on as Cade instinctually ground his cock against my stomach, as his tongue probed mine with hurried motion, as he bit at my lower lip.

“I’m better than okay,” I said breathlessly as I pushed back against him, settling him against his cushions. I straddled his lap, my cock straining against my jeans. I grabbed his face in my hands, kissing him with all that I was.

“You can tell me to stop if you don’t want to—” I breathed as I looked down at his face, full of emotion and desire.

He looked slightly torn, but also... hopeful.

“I want to,” he breathed, his voice shaking again with nerves.

“But?”

“No but, Wes. I want you. I’ve wanted you since that night at M’s Place, since the morning I woke up with you next to me, I just... needed some time to process everything. I didn’t... I didn’t know if you would stay.”

Something in his voice called to my soul in a way no one else had ever done.

Did I want to stay?

Here, in Jasper Springs?

With Cade?

Running my father’s company?

The fact I couldn’t say no entirely made me feel like for the first time in my life, I didn’t know what I was capable of.

I only knew that in the arms of Cade Green, I felt like I could do anything. So that’s what I focused on.

“And now?” I asked as I gazed down at perfect, crystalline eyes.

“Will you stay?” he asked, licking his lips. “Tonight? Will you stay? With me?” His eyes searched mine for answers I wasn’t sure I knew myself, but for the moment I said the one that felt the truest.

“Yes,” I said, sliding my hand down his chest, resting my fingers at the hem of his pants. His cock twitched beneath me, poking my thigh from where I straddled him.

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