Page 24 of Blindsided By the Enforcer

CHAPTER SIX

Annie

Whoa, is it hot in here? I lean against the closed door to the guest room and catch my breath. Being so close to Cade reminds me I am a young woman with needs. Sure, I’ve been happy with my sex toys but having a guy like that, with his big strong hands touch me. . . Okay, Annie, shut that thought down. You aren’t going there with him. He may be a good kisser, but that is all you’re going to find out about him.

I push off the door and head to my room. I grab a pair of pajamas and head to the shower. He even got along well with Daddy, which is odd, because Daddy really disliked Ford and Ford was always trying to impress him. I reach under the sink to a box I have at the back of the cabinet. I take out one of my waterproof vibrators. After spending so many hours with Cade and having his delicious scent filling up the car, I am very needy. It’s probably why I kept thinking about jumping his bones in the guest room. Briar was right, I do need a good banging but it can’t be Cade. Charlie and Finn are together so I would be seeing Cade all the time by default, and that could be awkward. Besides, he’s clearly into puck bunnies or whatever he called them. I think Iget the gist. Scarlet was with him for the glamor of his position. She is gorgeous and flashy and dressed all sexy, and that just isn’t me. I’m most comfortable in a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. Boots are more my jam. I can’t even remember the last time I wore a pair of heels.

When the water has heated up enough, I get into the shower and wash my hair and shave my legs. I fill up the bath because I need some serious relaxation right now. I put my trusted old friend to work, thankful it’s a quiet little toy. My eyes shut as I let the sensations of the vibrator take over. My breathing picks up and I think of how strong Cade’s arms are. I think of our little banter in the car. How we were playfully arguing, and how he enjoyed Daddy’s mac and cheese like a little boy who just had his favorite meal served to him. Cade is more than a jock. He's a genuinely nice guy. I don’t know how Scarlett walked all over him the way she did. I picture Cade without a shirt on. I imagine he has a crazy six-pack and muscular arms. They sure felt strong beneath my touch when we were kissing at Fair Shot. I think of how our tongues mingled and danced. I go off like a rocket, breathing hard and coming strong and fast. I try not to cry out though. When I come down from the waves of ecstasy, I am flushed and my pussy is pulsing. I need more. I need the real thing. Damn, this isn’t good. I take a shower and wash my body with soap, but the ache I feel still throbs inside me and I know I’m screwed.

After my shower, I head to my bedroom, finding Rocky sleeping dead center in the middle of my bed.

I laugh out loud. “I missed you too, boy.”

I walk up to him and pat his head. He gets up to make some room for me on the bed. I brush out my hair and slip into a sleep shirt. I toss and turn when I get into bed. The bed is cold and I wonder if Cade is comfortable. I should be freaking out about Ford’s family spending Christmas Eve with us tomorrow,or the fact Mom wasn’t home to greet me after not seeing me since Thanksgiving, but this isn’t the first time Mom hasn’t been around for me. It’s also not the first time I’ve had to spend time with Ford’s parents. Although we were together back then. I also wonder how Ford will react to meeting Cade. Daddy had real stars in his eyes after learning who Cade’s father is. I didn’t want to ruin his cheer with the news his dad is a big ass.

I finally drift off to sleep. I dream of warm green eyes filled with flecks of amber and gold and soft lips spreading kisses down my neck.

When I wake up it’s morning. Rocky is the one licking my neck and not the person who I was dreaming about, which is disappointing.

“Rocky,” I chide. But I begin to laugh because his licks are tickling me. “You silly boy.” Now that he has my attention, he rolls onto his back. I know exactly what he wants. I begin to rub his tummy. “Ford is coming over today, Rocky. You never liked him, did you?” Of course Rocky can’t answer, but I already know he never liked Ford. He wouldn’t pay him any attention and he liked to bite on the hems of his pants. Ford would get pissy, and I always tried to hold back laughter. Now that I look back at my relationship with Ford, I realize it was just physical. Ford is very handsome but we had nothing in common. The fact he’s acting like he wants me back makes no sense.

I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get washed up. I put my hair up in a messy bun and head to my room to get dressed in a pair of light-washed Levi’s. I pair them with a white crop top. Since it’s cold outside, I slip on a flannel shirt and leave it open. I slip on some slouchy wool socks and grab my Bogs and my sherpa jean jacket. I’m sure Cade will be interested in seeing the farm. Most people who have never been on a farm in their life always want a grand tour.

I head downstairs and leave my boots and jacket by the front door before heading to Cade’s room. I knock lightly on the door but there is no answer.

“Cade?” I ask through the door.

I knock a little harder and hear him muttering something.

“What did you say?” I ask. I open the door to Cade lying in bed. The white sheet draped over the bottom half of his body. He isn’t wearing a shirt so his muscles are on full display. I take in the ridges of his stomach from his six-pack.

“What time is it?” he asks.

I blink. He has morning wood. Very pronounced morning wood. I feel a clench between my thighs as I stare at the size of his penis.

“Annie?” He watches me with confusion and then his eyes follow to where I am staring. “Oh shit.” He cups himself. “Sorry about that.”

“Um, it’s. . .seven,” I mutter in a dick-induced daze. “I thought I could show you around the farm.”

“At 7:00 a.m.?” he asks, surprised.

“My father has been up for two hours already. We start early around here,” I explain.

“Sure, just give me five to get dressed,” he says.

I get lost in staring at his chest. At his perfectly defined pecs. I think about running my tongue across his nipples. I bite my lip and realize I have been ogling him. He cocks a brow. “You okay?”

“Me, yeah.” I wave a hand awkwardly in the air. “Totally.” I take a few steps back and connect with the door, spin around, grab the handle, and close the door. But before it’s fully closed, I say, “See you in the kitchen.”

Phew.

Sheesh! That boy is fine. I give my head a good shake to clear out the memory of his physique. It’s unnatural how cut he is.

When I think of the word cut, I wonder if Cade is cut. I blink. That doesn’t matter because he and I aren’t going there.

I head to the kitchen with a new resolve. Just because I am dying to get laid doesn’t mean Cade is an option. He’s proving to be a nice guy and he’s handsome but, nope, I’m not going there. Besides, he’s hurting over Scarlett, and he said he isn’t up for anything.

I get to work frying up some turkey bacon. Dad keeps fresh dough in the fridge because he likes to grow his own yeast and make his own bread. I knead out the dough and form the bread into a baguette I pop into the oven on bake. I wonder where Mom is. She hasn’t been around, even though I don’t think she would be going in to work today. She has a houseful of guests tonight. Ford has a sister plus his parents. With the turkey bacon fully cooked, I place the pan on the side to keep warm and crack some eggs. I scramble them in the pan when Cade walks into the kitchen. His raven hair is messy and he’s wearing a heather gray, crewneck wool sweater that hugs his strong shoulders and a pair of dark jeans that cling to his muscular thighs. I feel myself salivating. He places a big wintery coat on the chair.

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