Page 27 of The C Agreement

I pushed back the covers and rose from the mattress, careful not to wake Cade. My vagina was a little sore, but that was because Cade was hung like a horse. I had never been with someone of his size before, and now, I knew why he was so confident all the time. His good looks got women to come home with him. His big dick and exceptional skills made them stay.

Until he kicked them out.

I almost snorted at my own joke and hurried to use the bathroom in the hall, bypassing the one in his bedroom so I wouldn’t wake him up.

Flipping on the light, I made a beeline for the toilet. But once I was finished and went to wash my hands, I caught my reflection in the mirror, and I almost thought I was looking at a stranger. My hair was a mess—it needed a good brushing—my cheeks were flushed, and I had a red bite mark on the inside of my breast.

I brushed my fingertips over it, and my body did a little shudder. I was one of Pavlov’s dogs, and my body remembered everything Cade had done to me in bed. It was surprising that not only had his bite not hurt me, but I had also loved it.

Dropping my hand, I rolled my eyes at myself. Of course he was good in bed.

“You already knew that. Quit acting so surprised,” I whispered to myself.

I needed to remember to not let great sex cloud my brain or my feelings.

With a little bit of disgust at myself, I flicked the light switch off and headed back to his room.

His breathing was slow and even. Thankfully, I hadn’t disturbed him, but as I looked at the clock, I wasn’t sure what to do. Maybe I should have been louder, so he could throw me back on the bed and fuck me again, but he didn’t move a muscle.

It was after two in the morning, and I knew how Cade felt about spending the night with women he slept with. He tried to avoid it as much as possible.

I was shocked he hadn’t kicked me out earlier, and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about me if he found me in his bed in the morning. I wanted more great sex, but I didn’t want him to worry I was becoming attached to him. And after my reaction in the bathroom, I should leave before I worried myself.

I quickly swept my clothes up and carried them to the bathroom. After getting dressed, I did my best to finger-comb my hair, just in case I got pulled over or something. Then, I tiptoed down the stairs and snuck out the front door to head home.

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The second time that morning, I was being pulled from sleep, except this time, it was by my phone ringing.

I was exhausted. After I had gotten home from Cade’s, I had showered and crawled back into bed. It felt like I had slept for only twenty minutes. I didn’t care who was calling me; I wasn’t ready to get up.

I pulled my covers over my head and settled back in as my cell quieted. Slumber was just about to drag me back under when my phone rang again.

I almost ignored it once more, but the thought that it might be an emergency crossed my mind. Reluctantly, I cracked open one eyelid to see it was still pitch-black outside.

The screen was too bright to read, so I aimed for the green circle and swiped it.

“What?” I answered in lieu of a hello.

“Where the fuck are you?”

Huh?

“Cade?”

“Who else would it be?” He sounded outraged, but I didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“I don’t know, dude. I’m trying to sleep.”

“Dude?” I could hear him take a deep breath. “Where the fuck are you, Rayne?”

“In my bed, like a normal person is at”—I squinted at my alarm clock—“four twenty-two on a Sunday morning.”

“That was a rhetorical question. You know what I meant.”

No, I did not, but I didn’t really care at the moment either.

“Look, I’ll call you back later. Once I’m fully awake.”

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