A plaintivemeowechoed somewhere in the back of the apartment, proving that I hadn’t rescued a cat, but instead a psychic entity with a penchant for cock-blocking.
I reached around him to flick on the light for the living room before stepping back and working to unzip his jacket.
Pushing it from his shoulders, I quickly shucked my own coat onto the floor.
“Goddamn, sweetheart. We have too many fucking clothes on. Here’s what we’re going to do: I’m going to feed the menace, so he’ll settle for the night, and you are going to go into my room, get rid of these clothes, and wait for me.”
thirty
CADEN
Knowing that the negotiations in the kitchen were going to be anything but quick since it seemed that Poe had spent his pre-adoption year training in a highly specialized unit of the RCMP or CIA, I opted for an efficient but thorough shower.
Arousal warred with the nerves swirling in my stomach as I hurried to dry myself before hanging up the towel in what was now my officially designated spot in Ash’s bathroom.
Leaving my clothes where I’d chucked them on the chair in the corner of Ash’s bedroom, I climbed under the sheets of Ash’s bed, pushing the comforter to the bottom.
I pulled Ash’s pillow from where it sat next to me, sticking my face into the fabric, searching for his scent.
The clean, light minty smell of his shampoo clung to the pillowcase, calming my increasing nerves.
Sure, I’d been all bravado in the car, asking him to fuck me. Hell, I’d even impressed myself since I usually found it easier to take sex with Ash to the next level after he’d taken the lead.
Ash played with my ass all the time, fingering me alongside every blowjob if time allowed.
I’d been fooling around with a dildo in the shower since the first week we became exclusive. I knew how willing Ash was to let me top. But the rush I got when he took control of our combined pleasure had me fantasizing about him taking me apart in every way possible.
“Are you sniffing my pillow?”
His amused voice sounded from the doorway of the room.
My body jerked in surprise, and my eyes flew open. I’d been so wrapped up in memories brought on by his scent that he’d caught me mooning over his pillow like a dope.
Very sexy. Not.
I was off to a great start with my first anal sex experience.
“God. . . I wasn’t like, smelling it in a weirdo way.” I shrugged helplessly, wanting to bury my face back in said pillow to avoid the flush creeping into my cheeks. “I just. . .like it because it smells like you. I like anything that smells like you.”
I dropped my right hand, palm up, onto the sheet beside me.
“You are too fucking cute, Cade baby.” He smiled.
The pleasure on his face was contrasted by the way he stalked to the bed, took the pillow from my arm, and tossed it back in its spot.
Helpless to that damn nickname, I fell back onto what had become my pillow in Ash’s bed. The sheets that had been loosely resting at my waist slipped dangerously low over my pelvis, threatening to show Ash just how little effect embarrassing myself in front of him had on my fully hard dick.
“You look perfect in my bed,” he stated, looking down at me from where he stood up against the bedside table. He pulled his hoodie and T-shirt off in one swooping motion, with his jeans and boxers following suit as he yanked his feet free.
Even in the low light of the bedroom, I could see every detail of Ash’s cock where it stood proudly out from his body.Every thick inch of sensitive skin was straining against the blood pumping beneath.
I was more than a bit obsessed with Ash’s body. Every part of him did something for me. From his soft, wavy hair, his kind eyes, his rock-hard pecs and abs to his rock-hard. . .cock. I loved every inch of him.
What made everything hotter was the relief that I could feel this way about someone’s body. That I could allow myself to sink into my own sensuality and feel the depth of the desire that I did whenever I looked at Ash.
I’d spent so long feeling on the outside of the sex-crazed behavior of my previous teammates. Like they were given some secret guide to hookup culture, and I’d missed out completely on learning this skill. The privacy concern of being a semi-professional hockey player aside, I hadn’t ever been able to go through with a one-night stand, despite the judgment of the social circles around me.
That unspoken chemical reaction between two people in some dark bar or club never hit me, like it was a missing piece of my DNA.
