“Fuck,” he grunts. “Coming baby.”
He jerks his hips a few more times and then I feel him tightening and releasing inside my body. He pulls out gently and spins me around, wrapping me in his arms. I drop my head into his neck and breathe him in – all sex and man. It’s fucking perfect.
“Remind me to do that more often,” he murmurs against the flesh of my neck.
“Consider it done,” I squeak.
He runs his fingers through my hair, straightening it out.
“No idea how we’re going to look when we get out of here, sugar, but it’s bound to be good.”
I laugh softly; pulling my panties back and dragging my skirt back down my thighs.
“Oh, it’ll be good. We are Cade and Addison after all.”
He laughs and I hear the sound of his zipper, then his hands are on me again, guiding my hips so we can get out of this darkness. The minute we step around the side of the shed and I see the dull glow of the fire; I realize how close we actually were. It hits even harder when everyone starts to cheer – everyone except my father who is glaring at his hands.
“You went in there like a boss, buddy!” Spike chuckles, clapping his hands. Ciara thumps him on the shoulder.
“Don’t ever,” Jackson bites out. “Ever let me hear that shit again.”
I flush but cover it with a snort. “President of the club and you’re scared of a little sound making?”
“It wouldn’t matter,” he growls. “If it was anyone BUT my daughter.”
“Sorry daddy,” I say in my best daughter voice.
I’m not sorry though, oh no, I’ll never be sorry for fucking Cade.
SERENITY
Jackson is moody; he’s been moody all night. Addison going around the corner and screaming her pleasure with Cade didn’t help. Now I’m sitting next to the king of cranky and it’s not fun. It probably has to do with the fact that we had an argument before we left home, but hey, whatever. He’s speaking to me and acting normal, but I can see how tense he is.
“Are you going to get over your mood any time soon?” I whisper, leaning over towards him.
“Ain’t in a mood,” he grumbles.
“Do you need me to take you behind the shed, too?”
He snorts. “If I wanted to fuck you, darlin’, I wouldn’t need a fuckin’ shed to do it.”
My pussy clenches, but I pretend his words have offended me.
“If you wanted to fuck me? Are you saying you don’t?”
He turns those dazzling eyes towards me, and his jaw tics. “Do I fuck you morning and night, Serenity?”
Oh...yes he certainly does.
“Yes,” I say, staring at his lips, suddenly wanting to do what Addison and Cade just did.
“Do I lick your sweet cunt every other day?”
I flush and my voice trembles. “Yes.”
“Then don’t you question if I want to fuck you or not. I always want to fuck you.”
“Just not tonight,” I point out.
His jaw tenses and his eyes lower to my dress, before sliding back up to my lips. “Didn’t know you wanted to be fucked.”
“My pussy has only been giving off ‘fuck me’ vibes for the past hour, but you’re too broody to notice.”
His mouth twitches and his eyes heat. “I apologize,” he says, his voice husky and low. “I didn’t hear your pussy.”
“Well old man,” I giggle nervously. “Get your hearing checked.”
“Old man, eh?” he growls.
“Yeah,” I say, grinning at him. “Old man.”
“Yo’ Jackson,” Spike yells forcing Jackson to move his eyes off me and turn them in Spike’s direction.
“What?” he grunts.
“Stop eye fucking your woman and give us a game, this shit is boring.”
“Are you five, Spike?” Jackson grins at him.
“Don’t fuck with me, bro. Now give us somethin’ to do.”
“You want to dance with a Santa hat again?” I tease Spike.
He turns and winks at me. “If it means I get lucky again, then fuck yeah.”
Ciara laughs and slaps his shoulder. “You’re such a horny man.”
“Only for you, baby,” he winks at her, before turning back to Jackson. “So?”
“I have one,” I say.
“Does it involve acting out movies?” Cade says, smothering a laugh.
“No,” I grunt.
“What about words on our heads?” Muff grins and I can’t help but grin back.
“No, Brian, there will be no words on our heads. It’s easy, really. We go through the alphabet and we all have to pick an actor or actress that starts with that letter, but you only get five seconds each.”
“Easy,” Spike says, clapping his hands together. “I’ll start. A – Angelina Jolie.”
I roll my eyes. “B – Brad Pitt.”
“This is easy,” Ciara says. “C – Cameron Diaz.”
“D,” Addison says. “Doc Marten.”
“Doc Marten is a fuckin’ shoe,” Spike bellows and then bursts out laughing.
“It is not!” Addison cries.
“Honey, it is,” Cade says, smothering a laugh.
“Google it!” she says, pointing to me. “Google. It.”
“It’s a shoe,” I giggle, searching it anyway.