Page 33 of Caden's Situationship

When he angled one of my legs underneath him and tossed the other over his shoulder, I didn’t care if the rolls of my stomach were bunching up together between us. I didn’t mind that my edges were sweating out from the heat outside, mixing with the heat we were generating in the loft. And I couldn’t really care less about the squishy sounds our bodies were making as we joined together. Because, although that would have embarrassed me before, it just let me know how into Caden I really was.

Temporary or not, I was going to enjoy all that I could while I was in his hometown, and for me, that was a huge step. I thought that maybe, Caden would take it easy on me with this being our first time having sex. However, thirty minutes later, not only was he still moving in a rhythm that had me questioning why I hadn’t been working out the minute he told me to be prepared for him, but he had also switched our positions again, each twist and turn bringing him deeper.

It was strange to be having such a pleasurable experience with him, while also concluding that he was already ruining me for others. Caden may be one of the most loyal people I’d ever met, but in the bedroom, this southern boy was far from a gentleman.

I’d already had two orgasms, but he hadn’t had a release yet. A part of me felt guilty that I was getting so much pleasure while he was doing most of the work, so when I was able to slightly lift my hips to meet his strokes, I did so, the animal-like groan that left his mouth like music to my ears. When his release hit him minutes later, he clenched my waist and kept me in place, our naked dance finally giving him the same pleasure I’d already felt. I thought after that, we would take a little break because a girl was tired and I wasn’t used to this type of work out. I should have known Caden wasn’t done.

“Flip over,” he ordered, and like an obedient student, I listened and turned on all fours. I expected him to enter me like he had before, but instead, I felt his fingers slide back and forth over my folds. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him pop those same fingers into his mouth, sucking the tips like he’d just finished eating some peach cobbler.

“What are you doing?” I asked, when he laid on his back and slid himself under my legs.

“I’m getting kinda hungry,” he said. “So I’m taking a snack break before round two.” He licked me to let me know precisely what type of snack he was referring to.

I shook my head. “Caden, after everything we’ve just done, let me clean up before you put your mouth back down there. I want to be fresh.”

His lips curled to the side in a smirk before he told me, “Darlin’, this ain’t about you. Right now, I need to taste your sweet pussy again.” He licked my nub and slid one finger into me.

I closed my eyes at his naughty words. “If you must,” I finally said.Humph. As if you put up much of a fight.It was amazing what my body could handle when I thought she was ready to tap out. But really, Ihadto let him do this. He said he was getting hungry, and like every good southerner, if your company was hungry, you had to feed ‘em.

Thirteen

CADEN

"What am I supposed to say if they ask me if we're dating?" Cordelia asked as we made our way to my parent's B&B.

It had been two days since I had sex with her in the loft. Two days since I succumbed to the desire I felt and agreed to enter … whatever it was that we were doing.

When my mom called to ask that we stop over for dinner, Cordelia had immediately wondered if she heard something about us. Since my nosy ass friends picked up on the fact that we were messing around—and Linc couldn’t hold water—it was a good chance people in town were talking.

However, I needed Cordelia to remain calm because the more nervous she acted, the more attached my mom would get. Cynthia Madden had a way of getting women to say more than they’d initially wanted to admit when it came to her sons.

“If they ask, just tell them we’re dating,” I replied as we pulled in front of Madden Manor and got out of my pick-up truck.

“But we aren’t dating,” she stated. “So if I say that, I’m lying.”

I laughed. “Cordy, considering we’ve had movie night at my house. We’ve already gone out of town together. We just went out to dinner last night, then yeah, saying we’re dating is not a far stretch.”

“You’re right,” she said, taking a deep breath as we reached the front door. “It’s much better to say that we’re dating than the fact that we’re sleeping together.”

The door to the Manor opened before I even turned the knob. “So glad you both could join us,” my mom said, giving me a hug before turning to Cordelia. “I see you’re still wearing those fancy dresses of yours. You’ll have to tell me where you find such beautiful lace.”

“Of course!” Cordelia told her as they leaned in for a hug. It was funny that I hadn’t even noticed Cordelia wasn’t wearing one of the new dresses she purchased like the one she wore to dinner last night, but rather, she was wearing a pink and white polka dot one trimmed in white lace. I never thought she looked more beautiful.That just lets you know how hooked on her you already are.It was true, over the past few days, when I saw Cordelia, I didn’t really see her clothes or shoes anymore. All I saw was her.

“Cordelia’s gorgeous in everything she wears,” I said aloud, earning me a curious look from my mom and a bashful one from Cordelia.

“Thanks, Caden.” She locked her eyes on mine when she thanked me, and the look in her eyes was similar to the one I saw that night in the loft. Cordelia had given me the best sex I’d ever had in my life. I left the loft that next morning feeling things I hadn’t felt before, and even though the sex had been amazing, I knew that wasn’t the only reason I’d been unable to get Cordy off my mind lately.

I’ve always felt like I was surrounded by people who had an image of the man they thought I was and if I did something outside of that image, they didn’t understand it. Knowing I had another career in adult entertainment had sent most women in my past running in the opposite direction.

Up until Cordelia, I wouldn’t have expected a southern belle like her to accept that it was this other side of me without me having to over explain myself. There were still things we had to discuss, but these past few days with her had been some of the best days I’d ever had.

“Cynthia, is that Caden and his business partner?” My dad’s voice cut through my thoughts and caused Cordelia and I to both turn to the direction of his voice.

“It’s them, Mason,” my mom said. “But I’m not so sure Cordelia is only his business partner. They’ve been sleeping together, honey.” My mom wiggled her eyebrows before shooing us into the B&B.

Cordelia’s hand flew to her mouth as my eyes widened. Clearly, my mom had heard us talking outside before she opened the door.

“Oh stop that,” she told us. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. We’re all adults here.”

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