Page 16 of Blue Collar Hotties

I grab his wrist with both hands and hold him against me. Oh my god. “Don’t you dare, you big jerk. Don’t you dare, don’t you dare—”

Cade draws his finger out, and I truly might cry. But then he’s pushing deep again, rubbing at my inner walls, and my breath hitches. I melt back against the bed sheets, heart hammering.

“I’m not stopping.” His tone is soothing. Low. Like I’m a spooked wild animal or something, and I’d be offended if I didn’t need this comfort so badly. “We’re doing this, angel. But it helps that I know.”

Well, hang on a second. “I don’t want you to hold back.”

Cade’s bark of laughter makes me jump. “I won’t, Riley. I probably should, but I don’t have it in me. I want you so fucking badly. You think when I finally get in here, I’m gonna be able to slow down? You think once you’re wrapped around my cock, I’ll go easy? I don’t think so.”

Good. Yeah. That’s what I want.

Allof Cade. His care and his lust and his possessiveness.

“We need to get you ready, though, because I’m not taking any chances. You’re not leaving this bed in pain. You’re gonna leave fuck-drunk, wanting me again and again, or I’ll lose my goddamn mind.”

Myturn for a strangled laugh. Does he not feel how slick and swollen I am? How my body keeps sucking his finger inside? How much freakingreadiercould I be?

“Gonna taste you.” The bed creaks, and Cade’s finger draws out. I let out a whimper, my body clutching at sudden emptiness, but then he’s moving down me, shuffling down the bed. “Fuck. I’ve dreamed of this. Bet you taste so sweet.”

Nowthatis a weighty expectation to put on a girl, because I am one hundred percent sure that I don’t taste like literal candy down there. But when Cade’s hot breath mists over my clit, whenhe spreads my pussy with two fingers and gives a long, slow lick, he lets out a groan like he’s found the world’s best dessert.

“God, Riley.” Each hot lick steals my breath; makes my toes curl and my back arch. “You taste so good. So fucking good.”

If he says so. Me, I’m happy to plunge my hands into his dark hair, to rock my hips up and rub myself all over his face.

Soft, bristly beard tickles my inner thighs. My folds.

Hard teeth scrape over my clit.

“Oh!” I bow up off the mattress, and it’s even worse when Cade pushes two fingers inside me, when he starts pumping and licking at the same time. “Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god.”

“Let go, angel.” His words vibrate against my pussy. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”

My eyes slam shut, heat flooding my body, and I come with a tiny squeak between gritted teeth. I’m held rigid, muscles shuddering, breath held, until finally I collapse back against the bed sheets.

Cade climbs along my body; he pushes my legs wide. He’s urgent, almost rough with his actions, his breaths heavy, and I grin giddily up at the stars.

When my brother’s best friend thrusts deep inside me, the stretch of it steals all my air. But I’m gooey and warm and pliant from the way he licked me, and I moan in approval as he hitches my legs around his waist.

“Hold on,” Cade grits out, shoving deeper.Deeper.

Then he rides me into a breathless, sweaty puddle.

Cade

Ihave never felt anything in my whole fucking life like Riley Sanchez taking me deep. Her tight, perfect body is strangling me, sucking me in, and her breathy moans are a torture all their own.

Wrong. The usual demons whisper in the back of my head, but I push them away. Lose myself instead in Riley’s wet heat, her soft cries, the desperate way she clings to my shoulders. Like she couldn’t bear to let me go either.

And maybe Luis wouldn’t have liked this. Like Riley said: we’ll never know. But either way, that doesn’t make this wrong. How can this be wrong, when this girl is all I want in the whole damn world? When I want to love her, protect her, cherish her? And yes—fuck her into oblivion every chance I get?

I’m not screwing around with his little sister.

I’m claiming my future wife.

“Mine,” I growl, just in case Riley didn’t get that memo yet. “You’re mine, angel. Mine.”

An unwelcome face drifts across my brain: the man who wanted her in the store earlier. The good-looking asshole who was some damn sure Riley wouldn’t want a man like me. And a snarl tears out of me, my hips pumping faster, harder, our flesh slapping together as sweat slides down my spine.

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