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“Harder,” I plead.
“Shit, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock. You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I’m dangling on the precipice; one little push and I’ll fall over the edge. I reach my hand between my thighs to circle my clit with my fingers.
“That’s my girl. Get yourself there. I’m right behind you.”
“Oh fuck. Cade,” I cry out his name as my body convulses and my release wracks my body, stars dancing across my vision. Cade growls out his own orgasm a second later and we collapse into the heap of pillows on a sigh. He pulls me into his side and kisses my forehead tenderly. We lay like that for a while — minutes, hours, it doesn’t matter. Nothing has ever felt so right.
“I’ve never had so many orgasms in my fucking life, Cowboy. I think I’m set for life.”
“I guess my work here is done,” he says as he starts to rise from the bed.
“No no no, come back!” I plead, tugging on his arm. He cages my head between his forearms, taking my mouth in a hungry kiss. When he lifts his head, our eyes meet, and it steals my breath. He gently pushes a stray curl behind my ear before placing a soft kiss against my cheek.
“I’ll be right back,” he whispers softly, retreating to the bathroom. Less than a minute later, he comes back with a warm washcloth, taking care to gently wipe between my thighs. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m good. Come here, Cowboy.”
He tosses the rag towards the bathroom then crawls back into bed beside me, laying his head on my soft belly. I take the opportunity to play with his thick hair, soaking in every intake of his breath against my skin. This feels like it was written in the stars and we’ve been helpless to fight against it all along. His hand languidly strokes over my hip, towards my knee, every touch like an unspoken promise. “I almost can’t believe you’re real,” he murmurs.
Chapter 16
Cade
? Biblical - Calum Scott
“Happy birthday, baby,” I whisper to the sleeping beauty beside me. It’s 9am, and we spent the last 12 hours in bed, only leaving to eat and use the bathroom. I finally get to hold her in my arms and I’m not going to take this time for granted. She’s all soft skin and lush curves; her body slots into mine like a puzzle piece — like she was always meant to be there. She shifts beside me, her body gently brushing against mine, and I wonder if she feels the same — I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life.
“Mmm,” Paige murmurs. “What time is it?”
“It’s 9am. You’re officially 23.”
“Yaaaaay me,” she says, dripping with sarcasm. “It’s way too early, Cade.”
“Sorry. We have an appointment we can’t miss.” That gets her attention, and she perks up like a puppy hearing the word “treat”.
“Appointment for what?” she questions, but if she thinks I’m going to tell her all of my plans she’s got another thing coming. I slap her ass, “time to get up.” God help me, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off her.
She grumbles something that sounds like “fine” and heads into the bathroom, sulking. Little does she know, we have an appointment at a jeweler to pick out the ring of her dreams. I probably could’ve arrived with a ring pop and she would've gotten down on her knees for me, but I wanted this to be a special day for her. Something tells me nobody has ever made her a priority before — I want to be the first man to do that for her and so much more.And maybe the last.
She emerges from the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel and my dick twitches behind my zipper. Her soft shoulders are glistening with the last drops of her shower and her hair is pulled back in a clip with a few wet strands sticking to the soft skin of her neck and collarbone. The hotel towels are small, and they don’t quite fit around her large hips allowing me a glimpse of the bare skin between her thighs. If I don’t avert my eyes, we’re never going to leave this room. Everything smells like her — vanilla with a hint of something flowery. It must be her shampoo; I could drown in it and die a happy man. Paige’s voice snaps me out of my daydreams.
“Can you at least give me a hint so I know what to wear to this appointment?”
“No hints, but wear whatever you’re comfortable in. It’s nothing fancy,” I reply, hoping not to give away any of my plans for today.
“Oook,” she murmurs skeptically. She walks over to the small vanity between the bedroom and bathroom, clipping her hair back before slathering her face in some kind of lotion. “We’re meeting up with some of my friends downtown later today. Bars aren’t usually my thing but some of them came in from out of town to be here for my birthday and they wanted to do something special — I suspect Mags is planning to ambush us and put you in the hot seat at some point.”
“Your pocket-sized bestie doesn't scare me, Sunshine.”
She has my rapt attention as she slathers more lotion on her legs, one at a time. I would endure the most excruciating forms of torture if it meant coming back to this room with this girl afterwards. The ring isn’t the only thing I have planned for today, so I avert my gaze and will my hard-on to subside. Car crashes, clowns, wet socks.That’ll do it.
My girl deserves to be spoiled on her birthday, and I intend to do just that. I can’t afford to get distracted by her delicious curves and the fuck me eyes.
I already showered and dressed before waking her, so I mindlessly scroll through social media while she puts the finishing touches on her makeup — it’s the “fuck me red” lipstick again that has me nearly coming in my pants. I take in the dusty rose of her cheeks and her slightly parted lips as she applies one more coat. Her hair is loosely curled around her shoulders and I want to wrap it around my fist as I plunge deep into her from behind, but we don’t have time for that now.
Paige steps into the adjoining bathroom one last time to check her outfit in the mirror. She chose a tight fitted pair of jeans that hug her ass in the most delicious way and a plush ivory v-neck sweater displaying the slightest hint of cleavage. Finally, she pulls on her deep red, thigh length peacoat with a tie that cinches in the waist, gesturing for me to grab her hand before we head out into the hallway. She looks like Christmas and feels like home.
