He wants to keep me.
And part of me wants to keep him, even if it’s ridiculous and we’re only eighteen. And there’s no way I’m having ten kids.
I reach up and rub my hand over the scruff on his jaw. He smiles and pretends to nip at my hand. My heart thumps against my chest.
This is easier than I thought it would be.
I’ll get to be with all of them, but for my first time, I want it to be Caden.
CHAPTER 33
The Acceptable Loss
Caden
The drive to my house is short. Luke and I are in Harper’s little car. Last night, Nico drove us to her house so our cars wouldn’t be in the driveway. That would have been pushing it with Harper’s mother.
Harper’s been quiet since the Cheermonsters tried to assert their dominance again. Fuck those chicks. They need to be knocked down a peg.
“I don’t see why I couldn’t drive my own car.” Harper sits with her arms crossed in the backseat.
I chuckle and glance at her in the rearview mirror. “I’m being chivalrous. Luke’s being an ass since he called shotgun.”
“Fuck off.” He’s been a little pissed since last night when I cockblocked him. But he had to know it wasn’t the right time. Fuck, after hearing my sister’s story and his father’s interrogation, our girl was traumatized. She wasn’t in the right place to lose it.
She’s definitely getting there though.
I want her writhing in pleasure, which she was, but there was a sad edge to last night that seems to have cleared this morning. Not going to get my hopes up, but the way she looked at me in the restaurant, like she was reallyseeingme, made my chest puff up a little more.
When I pull into the driveway, three other cars pull in behind me.Eager little bastards all of them. Not that I blame them. They didn’t get a taste of our girl last night. I could use another taste of our girl.
Opening my door, I get out and open Harper’s. She steps out and stands in front of me. A thoughtful look of determination on her face as she looks at me. She doesn’t say a word, but her lips part and that flush works its way up her neck.
She’s gorgeous when she gets turned on. Even more so when it’s me who turns her on.
I press her up against the side of the car, grab the back of her neck, and claim her mouth. She arches into me and opens beneath my lips. I’m fighting a losing battle when it comes to her. I know we should wait, give her space and time to adjust to us. But when she’s in my arms, my brain isn’t the thing that’s working hardest to get my attention.
Dipping down, I grab under her knees to lift her up against me, pressing my cock against her pussy. She’s wearing jeans again. If I had my way, she’d wear nothing but skirts, so I could just thrust deep into her whenever the mood struck.
The way she clenches around my fingers when I’m buried deep in her pussy… Fuck, I need to feel her around my cock. Her mouth is divine, but I’d prefer to fuck her cunt.
Her fingers dig into my hair and tug lightly. I’m going to need her to suck me off or to take a cold shower. But I don’t want to relinquish her mouth quite yet.
We all stole a mint on the way out of the diner. So she tastes fresh and sweet. Last night, it damn near killed me to let her chase her pleasure on me. Her pussy hot and wet dragging over my cock. It took all my willpower not to flip her under me and give her exactly what she needs.
Fuck me. I need her.
“Caden?” she whispers as she pulls away and presses her forehead against mine. She opens her dark brown eyes, and my heartbeat stops for a second. Passion dilates her eyes, making them look like deep abysses. I want nothing more than to dive in and drown in her.
“Yeah, little nympho?” I rub my nose against hers as I grind my cock between her legs. So much better without the jeans in the way.
“Can we continue this inside?” She leans in and kisses me, runningher tongue along my bottom lip. Her eyes open and meet mine. “In your bedroom.”
Hell yes. I hold her tight against me, refusing to put her down. She wraps her legs and arms around me as I walk to the back of the house with four shadows following close behind. If my little nympho wants to play games, I’m all for it.
We walk through the lower level and the dark hallway. We don’t pass anyone on the way to my bedroom, but I know they’re there. The household staff my parents pay to watch over me.
My parents don’t assert their will on me very often, but they keep track of all the comings and goings. By now my father knows a girl has been present and four of my friends have stayed at my house with me and the girl.
