Page 43 of Lost Boy

“My bad.” He shrugs but gives me a mischievous smirk.

If anything could take my mind off an impending storm … it would be me and Cade, naked.

As Hunter pulls his hood up to shield himself from the wind, Cade holds his hand up and waves. “Take ’er easy, my friend. And if she’s easy, take ’er twice.”

Hunter rolls his eyes and heads outside. Meanwhile, Cade cracks up, thinking he’s hilarious.

As another gust of wind hits the window, I look at Watson and shrug. “Guess all those candles your mama gave you might come in handy after all, huh?”

“Why’s that?” He frowns, releasing me.

“Because if we lose power, I’m about to turn this place into Yankee Candle—that’s why.”

He laughs. “Nice.”

Cade elbows my side. “Sounds romantic.”

“Well, while we still have power, I’ll make popcorn,” Watson says, heading toward the kitchen.

“And I’ll find a movie.” Cade throws his arm around me and drags me to the couch with him. “Know any good pornos?” And then he puts his mouth to my ear. “Or we could just go make our own.”

I swat at him, but my neck burns hot, and my core aches with need. I love Watson and all, but suddenly, I wish he’d leave too.

Intense flashes of lightning are followed by a boom so powerful that I’m worried the house might actually fall apart. I try to focus on the screen asSweet Home Alabamaplays, but it’s hard. The guys were nice enough to let me pick the movie since they knew I was going to be a little bitch about the weather. Then again, I know Cade loves this movie. He’s achick flicksort of dude.

Watson’s phone beeps, and when he looks at the screen, he stands quickly. “Fuck, I gotta go. I’ll … be back. Maybe.” He looks at his phone again before slipping his sneakers on. “To be honest, I probably won’t be back till really late, maybe even not until the morning.” He looks from me to Cade. “You’re going to stay, right? If not, I can take you with me, Haley.”

I start to open my mouth to assure him I’m fine, but Cade beats me to it.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, glancing over at me. “We’re good. But seriously, be careful out there. It’s fucking nuts.”

An odd expression passes across Watson’s face, but he eventually gives us a faint nod before heading outside.

Doing my best to relax back into the couch, I chew my nails aggressively. And just as the movie is almost to one of my favorite parts, the power goes out.

“Well then,” Cade utters. Like he suddenly remembers I hate storms, he pulls me against him. “You all right?”

“I’m fine,” my voice squeaks just as a flash of lightning lights up the room before another loud roarmakes me jump. “Holy balls, that was so freaking loud.” My voice trembles.

I really, really hate thunderstorms.

Standing up, he lifts me into his arms before walking into the kitchen and setting my ass on the countertop. Using the flashlight on his phone, he reaches in the cabinet where Watson keeps his stash of infamous candles and takes out an armful of them. Returning to the same cabinet, he reaches around until he finds a lighter.

One by one, he lights the candles before a small laugh comes from his lips. “It’ll be smellin’ like apple pie, vanilla cupcake, lemon bread, and pumpkin spice up in here in no time.”

He isn’t kidding either because within moments, an array of sweet scents hits my nostrils, and I don’t know whether I like it or if it’s too much.

When another round of lightning and thunder hits, I’m chewing my nails so hard that I’m surprised they aren’t bleeding. Slowly walking toward me, he wedges himself between my legs and buries his face in my neck. He smells so good. Like pinewith a little cologne. Nothing too heavy that would give me a headache, thank God.

He must feel my body shaking in fear because he nuzzles his face against the flesh of my neck before kissing there. His mouth works against my neck, and even though I’m still tense, with him kissing me this way, I almost forget about the storm outside.

Until it strikes again.This time, he cups my cheek before his lips attack mine.

Feeling his erection grow between my legs strikes a match inside of me, leaving me needing more. I kiss him back, and our tongues tease each other, making me remember what it felt like to have his face between my legs. And how much I’d like to do the same to him.

Peeling my shirt off, followed by my bra, he leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth and licking. I moan, thrusting my hips upward, hoping he’ll take the hint.

“Patience, my greedy girl,” he utters, and with the light from the candles, I see his smirk. “You know I’m going to give you my cock. But not so fast.”

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