I twisted my arms to let the spray fall over my sore wrists. The warmth felt amazing pelting against the light purple marks.
I shut off the spout and nudged open the glass shower door. My wet dress swayed on the handle inside of the shower. I’d scrubbed it clean and hung it up to dry. The coffee scent continued to linger on it despite how many times I rinsed it.
I stepped onto the towel I’d placed right outside of the lip of the shower and plucked the other towel off the towel rack beside the door. Quickly drying off, I then tucked it around my torso.
I couldn’t wait to be done with this pack. If they continued to waffle about my offer, I would continue to make their life difficult. I was prepared for it, regardless of the consequences.
Just as I stepped out of the bathroom, the door swung open. A shirtless Cade stood at the entrance, a baseball cap shadowing his eyes and enhancing the sneer on his face. The corners of his lips tilted up the slightest bit. It was terrifying. I froze, trying not to buckle under his deepening sneer.
He stormed forward so quickly, I could only stumble back into the wall next to the bathroom door. Cade deftly yanked his cock out, the shorts hanging low on his hips. In my stumble, the towel I’d wrapped my damp hair in plopped onto the floor, and my wet tresses spilled around my shoulders.
Then his body was flush against mine, pinning me to the wall. Cade’s big hands slid down my thighs to my ass and lifted me. The motion forced my legs open, parting the towel. He shoved the length of his shaft against my sex.
Pleasure licked up my spine, and my hands were on his bare shoulders, scrabbling for some control. He pushed his hips harder between my legs, bouncing me higher.
I squealed, digging my fingernails into his skin. His cock shoved against my softness. My body was ready for him despite having been claimed by Rafe. I could take them and take them?—
“If you fuck him, you fuck me,” he growled.
The vibration made more slick gather, and I was glad I wasn’t wearing panties because they’d be a mess again. Cade reached between us, the back of his hand brushing against my dampness, and he poised his tip at my entrance. In a move so sudden I couldn’t catch my breath, he thrust, shoving his cock inside to the hilt. My lips parted on my hard exhale, and I lifted my hips, searching for more of the hardness. And he gave it. With hard thrusts that slammed my back against the wall.
Oh, sweet bliss?—
I came. Hard. My nails caused red lines along his skin, and I thrashed in his arms.
“More,” I chanted the word over and over again, tilting my hips to feel every bit of his knot that was only halfway inside me.
He froze, and we groaned in unison, the sound guttural and wild. I opened my eyes as my pussy squeezed around him.
His eyes widened as he cursed, dropping my legs and pulling his wet length out of me.
It took me a moment to rip myself out of the lusty daze. “What are you doing?” was all I could say.
Gripping my hair in a fist, he forced my head down. My knees hit the ground, and he took advantage of my gasp, thrusting the tip of his cock against my mouth. He gripped the base and exploded on my tongue, drowning me.
Not having another choice, I swallowed. So much cum . . . It tasted of coffee and sin. It tasted like it belonged to me. I ran my tongue along the side of his shaft and peeked up at him. Cade was staring at me with open-mouthed awe.
He staggered back, his half-limp cock bobbing. I licked the corner of my lips where his seed had escaped, and all I could focus on was his knot. The thick knot that should have swelled inside me. My mouth watered, and I was on my feet, rushing at him. His eyes rose to mine before he staggered back, looking off put and confused. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he dropped. I lunged, throwing my leg around his waist, and slammed myself onto his knot.
I moaned, my eyes shuttering. Pressure stretched my core at this angle.
“Yes,” I whispered, bouncing on him.
Another orgasm hovered near the surface of my skin. I chased it hungrily.
I slapped my hands on his bare, muscled torso, touching and feeling, tracing the freckles running along his chest. His neck strained, veins popping.
Unlike the careful control Rafe had, Cade was all fire . . . but it burned so bright it could singe me. Right now, I didn’t care. I slowed my hungry pace. His jawline bunched and his eyes slitted, then his head tipped back.
An orgasm rippled through my channel, and I stopped moving, moans falling from my mouth. Gripping my hips, he moved me, grinding me down on him until my sex was flush against him. I was so wet I could hear the squelch of my slick—our cum mingling.
“We agree to your requirements.” Cade’s voice was harsh, abrupt, and almost angry.
“You’ll let me free after I help you?” I breathed and, in my excitement, my channel flexed around him.
“Ye—unghhh,” he whimpered, his eyes shutting.
I ground down, moving my hips in a circle. Another orgasm wracked my frame, and with his coffee scent in my nose, I was in heaven.
