Page 42 of Teaching Cayden

Chapter 19

Addison

I was probably being childish, but I didn’t care. I’ve been locked in my apartment for the last four days hiding from life in general. I’ve been avoiding school, avoiding Cayden, and avoiding my brother. I’ve had two video chats with my advisor for my thesis, and Dr. Haywood has been very understanding with my lack of involvement in the class. I’ve actually come close to just leaving campus, and applying for jobs elsewhere. Seeing Cayden and my brother go at it daily isn’t appealing, and I’m beginning to wonder if Cayden was even worth it.

All the drama that came with a relationship with him, if you’d even call it that, has been more than I ever bargained for. I’ve been deflecting texts daily, and when his name popped up on my caller ID this morning, I considered going to a coffee shop to hide out. Cayden very seldom ventured off campus, so I knew I’d be safe.

I’ve been curled up on my couch watching reruns of SNL all day when I hear a knock at the door. I grabbed my wallet as I shuffled over thinking it was probably the pizza I ordered, when I hear his voice. “I know you’re in there, Addison.” He didn’t sound angry or even hurt. I glanced in the mirror across the room to take in my appearance. Baggy sweats and a messy updo. Great. As I reached for the knob I mumbled, “I don’t even know why I care.”

The knock sounded again, this time slightly more persistent before he barked another order. “Let me in Addy, or I’ll break it down.”

I yanked the door open right before he started to pound again, leaving his fist midair. “Caveman much?” I shook my head at him.

“If it makes you listen to me, then yes,” he said matter-of-factly.

“What if I don’t want to talk to you?” I shifted on my feet, popping my hip out to the side and blocking the entire doorway.

“I don’t really care.” He stepped forward causing me to step back, then used it to his advantage to push his way inside. “Sit.” He motioned to the couch I just vacated.

“I don’t remember inviting you inside.” I tried to sound annoyed but seeing him standing there all alpha on me, no pun intended, made it hard.

“We’re going to talk, and then if you want me to leave I will.” He stalked over to the oversized chair I had in the corner and flopped down.

“Fine.” I sighed as I rolled my eyes at him. I resumed my position on the couch, and turned up the volume on the TV. Childish I know, but I was feeling like pushing his buttons today. “Go ahead.” I motioned as I ignored him.

“Kinda hard with that.” He rocked forward and placed his elbows on his knees.

“I never said I wanted to listen to you. You wanna talk, then talk.” I cranked the volume louder again, and watched him snap.

“Fuck this,” he growled as he stomped over to me, yanked on my hand causing me to stand, and then grabbed the remote from my grip. He clicked the TV off, then ushered me into the kitchen.

“What are you doing? “I smacked at his chest, but he didn’t move.

“Does hitting me make you feel better, Addy?” He smirked as he leaned in, causing our noses to almost touch. When I didn’t answer he moved even closer, and I could feel the beginnings of an erection. “You look really hot, by the way.” He chuckled, then before I could answer his first question he grabbed me around the waist and boosted me up on the counter. “I came here to talk,” he stepped between my legs, “but right now that’s the last thing I want to do.” His breath fanned across my cheeks.

I don’t know how I ever thought that I could stay away from him. Whether my brother liked it or not, I couldn’t back off. I wanted Cayden more than I wanted anything else, and our connection seemed to be getting stronger, not weaker with distance. “There’s so much working against us,” I whispered, this time my lips brushing his lightly.

“Don’t care,” he murmured.

“What about school?” I swallowed, feeling my body begin to burn. Every ounce of me was begging to touch him. It wanted to feel, to forget, it longed for that connection that we’d had in the pool the weekend before.

“Got it covered.” He grimaced as he ground his jaw together.

“The house?” I pushed.

“God damn it, Addison.” His fists balled the edge of my shirt beside my hips. “I need,” he hissed, “fuck!” His lips slammed into mine, and when I gasped in surprise, his tongue took full advantage. Hands slid up my sides cupping my breasts along the way before settling in at my jaw. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling his hard cock against my center. Heavy breathing turned into grunts and groans as our kisses went deeper and deeper. Just as he was starting to unclasp my bra, reality brought me back in the form of the real pizza guy.

“Stop!” I pushed against his chest breaking the connection. Cayden backed up immediately. He ran his palm down his face as he attempted to calm down. His shorts were tented, and as he pulled at his hair aggressively, I could hear him mumbling something to himself.

I hopped off the counter and went to answer the door, all the while righting my clothes and trying to slow my breathing. We did need to talk, and sort things out before this went any further, and I guess this was the universe's way of doing that. After paying for the pizza, I tossed it on the table and went to grab some paper plates and sodas from the fridge. “Want some?” I motioned to the box.

“That’s the last thing I want, but ok,” Cayden began mumbling again.

“What are you saying?” I watched as he sat down across from me.

“You did feel my dick against you like ten seconds ago, right?” He laughed.

“Kinda hard not to.” I nibbled my bottom lip.

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