Half of our guests wince, hands going down to cover crotches. No one wants the visual of balls as earrings.
Walt gives me one last look, then waves me away like he’s washing his hands of me. Then he hurries into the darkness, brushing off more leaves.
When the night swallows him up, Cade turns to me and gathers me close. “You okay? I felt your anger through our bond, but I was in the bathroom. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. And I’m good. Walt is more annoying than he is scary.”
Sylvia, one of Walt’s co-workers that cut him off for cheating on me, steps forward, her hand over her heart. “I’m so sorry, Mav. He heard me and Dev talking about the party and I read Dev your address. I made Walt promise not to show up here, but he’s also a liar, so I shouldn’t have believed him. I’m sorry.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course he’s a liar. But don’t beat yourself up. You didn’t know he’d be an unhinged weirdo that was holding a grudge.”
We take the party back inside, everyone talking about the spectacle Walt made of himself. After a while, we break into groups, playing a few games and having a great time.
A few hours later the guests start filtering out until only Sawyer and Katrina remain. “Walt is a dick. Glad Cade put him in his place,” Sawyer says, looking like he wished he was the one to toss Walt on his ass.
“Me too.” I look over at Cade as he cleans up the living room. “I really lucked out with him.”
Katrina threads her fingers in Sawyer’s. “He’s a good guy, Maverick. And an awesome storyteller. He told me his parents bought him an Atari. How cool isthat?I wonder where they found a retro game console like that.”
I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. It wasn’t retro when Cade had it.
Turning back again, I see Cade has a slight smile on his face, so I know our words have drifted back to him. He’s probably thinking the same thing as me about the retro bit.
Sawyer and Katrina say their goodbyes and Cade and I are left alone for the first time in hours. I lean against the door, exhaustion dragging at my limbs. I had a great time, but entertaining is tiring.
Cade steps in front of me and I open eyes I didn’t know I closed. “That was fun.”
He grins and places his hands on either side of my head. “Yeah, it was. The best part was handing your ex his ass.”
I lean my head back and close my eyes again, replaying how Walt went ass over elbow over the railing. It was glorious. If he hadn’t run away when we were packing, Sawyer would havedone the same thing. I’m not one for violence, but Walt deserved it.
“That was so fucking hot,” I murmur, leaning into him. “Made me want you inside me the whole time all those people were here.” My hand drifts down to his cock, gripping him through his pants. His pupils blow wide as he licks his lips, lust written all over his face. “Now that they’re gone…” I unzip him and dive inside, circling my hand around his shaft. Cade hisses, pushing into my palm.
Then I drop to my knees, pull his shaft out and take him into my mouth. We both groan, the taste of him on my tongue indescribable.
His thick fingers card through my hair as I take him deeper, pulling him as far down my throat as I can.
I peek up at him, watching his eyes glaze over as I bob up and down on his shaft. He’s so hard and thick, throbbing in my mouth as I try to suck out his soul.
“Now that they’re gone,” he repeats, a groan breaking off his speech for a moment. He curses and fucks my mouth as I suck him harder. “Now that they’re gone,” he says yet again, “I can show you what sex with a partially shifted recliner is like. Wanna see?”
I pull him from my mouth and nod, stroking his wet cock. “Fuck yes,” I groan, then slap his cock on my tongue before sucking him back down.
Just as he starts to tremble above me, his orgasm looming, I pop off his dick and stand to my full height, gripping him at the base. “Show me what it’s like to fuck a recliner.”
“I love you,” Cade whispers, planting a hard, filthy kiss on my lips.
“Not as much as I love you,” I reply before he kisses me again.
sixteen
CADE
“Don’t be nervous,”Maverick tells me as he squeezes my thigh in the back of the cab.
Or ride share, as he calls it. I’m not sure why it’s called that, since it’s pretty much the same thing as a taxi, but if that’s what it’s called, I’ll roll with it.
I lean my head on his shoulder, soaking up his comfort.
