Page 57 of Caden's Situationship

“Baby, nothing is that powerful to make me stop loving you.”

“What?” I turned around at his admission because up until now he hadn’t told me that he loved me. “You love me?”

He gently touched my chin. “I love you more than life itself and have for a while. I’m not the kind of man who opens up to a lot of people, but with you, I can’t help but want you to see all of me.”

“I love you, too,” I admitted, leaning my forehead to his. “I found myself in you.”

“It wasn’t just me,” he said. “You’re one of the strongest women I know. Sometimes, we need a break from our environment. Ever since that first day we met years ago, I’ve felt like you were my match. The woman who would call me out on my bullshit, yet, support me in the best way possible. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

His words made me swallow the emotional lump in my throat. “And you make me feel like being me is enough,” I told him. “I know what we started was temporary and want you to know that I don’t have to move to Arkansas. But I can’t imagine not being with you.”

“Darlin’, you were never going anywhere. The moment you stepped foot on my ranch, I knew I would do whatever it took for me to keep you here. Cordy, I’m a lost cowboy without you and I want you to move in with me as soon as possible.”

I laughed. “Are we sure we aren’t moving too fast?”

He shook his head. “Nope.” Tilting up his hat, he brought his lips to mine. When we kissed this time, it felt different. Like a promise to always love each other no matter what came our way. I never could have imagined I would find a man full of so many surprises who I loved surprising just as much. Like right now …

I backed him toward the counter, my hands making quick work on his jeans. In the back of my mind, I knew we should bring this to the bedroom, but I couldn’t wait and was past ready to feel him inside of me again.

Dropping in a squat position, I sucked him into my mouth, loving the fact that once again, I caught him off guard.

“You’re gonna pay for this,” he mumbled. It was his favorite thing to remind me, and since I always loved the way he paid me back, it never made me stop what I was doing.

Right when I felt like he was close and increased the strokes of my tongue, he pulled me to my feet, yanked down my shorts and panties, before lifting me onto the counter.

“Do you know how much shit I have to get done on the ranch today?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”

“Oh, I see someone woke up extra bold today.” He slid his dick inside of me before I could muster up a response. Caden began stroking my core almost immediately, both hands gripping my thighs to help me balance on the counter as well.

“I knew it was only a matter of time before we fucked in the kitchen.” He began increasing his strokes.

“I can already feel my orgasm building,” I told him, which was insane because I’d been working out ever since the first time we had sex, so I thought I would have better stamina now.

I was learning that with Caden, it didn’t matter how much prep work I did when he set his mind to hitting my G-spot in a way that made me mumble every unladylike word I’d kept buried inside over the years.

Just when I felt that pleasurable release peek through, something to my right caught my attention.

“Not now, LeeLee,” I yelled through the crack in the window. The heifer had the nerve to moo me back, which then prompted me to close the blinds and Caden to lift me off the counter and onto the kitchen table for more privacy.

“We have to get a tracker for her,” I said in a shaky breath.

“Fuck thinking about LeeLee,” he said. “Lie back.”

I did as instructed, enjoying the fact that it brought him even deeper.

“Rub your clit,” he ordered. And once again, I did what he asked. He was close; I could tell in his movements. A few more long strokes combined with my fingers and my legs convulsed in an orgasm that had me yelling to the roof. Caden followed soon after, his grunts not sounding much better than mine had.

When he stepped back and gazed at me, my breath caught in my throat. Pajamas disordered. Hair a mess. Legs throbbing. Yet, he stared at me like I never looked sexier.

“I love you,” he said, and I swear I couldn’t imagine ever getting tired of hearing it.

“I love you, too.”More than I ever thought possible to love another person.

I was still recovering from what we’d just done when he began removing the rest of his clothes—which we hadn’t taken off in our haste earlier—until he was standing in front of me with nothing but his black cowboy hat on.

If I was drooling, I didn’t care.

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