"And I was fucking scared shitless walking into your house and hearing that scream baby. That scream, it was god damn terrifying. Knowing what haunts you, knowing I can't do anything to help it, pissed me off the most." His face was haunted, and his eyes searched mine. "And that whore playing with your mind, trying to fuck things with us. Icing on the fucking cake. Got no excuse Gwen, couldn't deal, so I left. I hurt you in the process and I didn't mean to. All this has been stewing in my mind, I've been trying to find a way to apologize. But shit baby, we are not broken up."
I didn't know what to say to all of that. I was still a tiny bit pissed, but man, he didn't say a lot most of the time, but when he decided to talk, he made it count. His finger, still at my mouth, trailed down my chin and unbuttoned his cut to open my almost bare breasts against him.
He hissed and I felt him grow even harder beneath me. I couldn't help but let out a little moan.
"Haven't fucked you in two days, feels like forever since I've slid into the tight pussy."
His rough hands caressed my breasts and I threw my head back, pleasure already overwhelming me. I ground my hips against his, hearing his guttural groan. Cade's hand pulled my head to look at him.
"Need your eyes babe."
I locked eyes with him and yanked me into a mind shattering kiss. I lost all coherent thought apart from the feel of his body, his tongue, his scent.
I reached around to untie my bikini, taking it off but leaving his cut. My body was lifted and Cade took a nipple in his mouth.
"Honey." I breathed as he tweaked my other nipple roughly. I almost screamed.
"Need you." I whispered brokenly, trying to undo my shorts. It was kind of awkward in this cramped space. Dammit why did I have to wear shorts? I didn't want my body leaving his to take them off. Cade solved this dilemma by reaching down to my shorts and ripping them off. I repeat ripping them off. Now ripping some flimsy lace is one thing, but denim shorts? Whoa.
I didn't think much after that, his fingers entered me, stroking me as he unbuttoned his jeans and replaced his fingers with his cock. This time I screamed, riding him fast and hard, overwhelmed by pleasure. Cade pulled my head down to his, thrusting slowly from beneath me, keeping his mouth inches from mine. I looked into his eyes as the pressure built, almost floored by the amount of emotion, reverence in his gaze. My orgasm took over and I heard Cade's grunt as I clenched around him, milking his release. I collapsed against him, feeling his strong arms circle around me. We were silent awhile, Cade still inside me.
"Baby, the vision of fucking you wearing my cut, something I won't forget till the day I die." Cade bit my neck.
I giggled a little and started to get up but his arms stopped me.
He rested his forehead against mine. "No way I can ever repay you for saving Bull's life baby." His gaze was serious. "The club, me, are in debt to you. Saving a brother's life babe. Shit."
I stroked his cheek. "I don't need any repayment honey, just knowing that Bull is getting the help he needs is enough. And knowing my old man won't be loosing his brother." I said emotion seeping into my voice.
Cade smiled. "So I'm your old man again?" He teased.
"I guess." I smiled back.
Cades face turned serious again.
"Care about you Gwen. A fuck of a lot, more than I have anyone." He said fiercely.
My heart fluttered. "I care about you too Cade." I whispered, touching my lips to his.
I felt him inside me as he deepened the kiss, slowly beginning making love to me again, mouth never leaving mine.
We eventually made it back to my house and I spotted more than a few bikes as we pull up.
"Looks like cocks' have crashed the party babe." Cade stated as he got out. I couldn't help but be glad, it would be nice to by surrounded by my friends, and Cade's brothers. Cade opened the door for me, lifting me out and directing me towards the house, I stopped him.
"Honey we'll just go straight out back, everyone is still out by the pool by the sounds of it." I tried to pull him to the side of the house, but he wasn't budging. Instead his hand gripped me firmly around the waist and again he steered me towards the front door.
"We'll go out there once you go and change." He said firmly while opening the door.
I gazed up at him in disbelief.
"I'm in a bikini not fricking lingerie and it is a pool party, what if I want to go for a swim?" I protested.
Cade all but pushed me up the stairs. "You're still half pissed baby, and you're going to be drinking more, swimming not the best idea."
"Seriously?" I was gobsmacked. This was out of control. What did he expect me to wear to the beach? A zoot suit?
"Seriously babe. And it might be my brothers out there, but Christ, that thing covers fuck all and after everything that went on tonight I'd rather they not see my baby's nipples."
We made it to my room and I stopped and glare at him, not wanting to get pissed so soon after we had made up.
"Cade, you worry too much, there will be plenty of other girls in bikinis for your brothers to ogle at." I patted his arm reassuringly, trying to get around him to go downstairs.
"Please baby?" He asked, and damn if I could say no to that sexy man.
I huffed. "Okay." I slowly took off his cut and handed it to him silently. He slid it back on, eyes on me, devouring me with a look. I turned my back to him, walking towards my wardrobe, untying my top and dropping it to the ground. I stopped to peek over my shoulder at Cade, who was standing in place watching me intently. I gave him a wink then slid my bottoms off and sashayed into my closet.
I heard him groan. "Baby you are killing me."
I laughed and quickly changed into a pale yellow strapless sundress, falling above my knees. I let my hair tumble around my face, taking a quick look in the mirror. Shouldn't have done that, what a mess. My skin was slightly pink from being in the sun, my face was definitely flushed from getting thoroughly fucked and my eyes seemed a bit vacant. Even though my escapade with Cade had sobered me up considerably, I guessed that was a testament to how much tequila I had consumed. I walked out of my closet to see Cade holding the picture of me and my family on my dresser, looking at it intently. He looked so strange in my room. Friday night had been the first night he came here, we had spent every night at his house, primarily because we could be as loud as we wanted. He was so masculine, my room so girly, but somehow he fit. He glanced up at me, taking in my outfit.
"Better?" I gave him a twirl, making sure my dress flew up enough so he could see I wasn't wearing any underwear.
He hissed. "Still too fuckin gorgeous."
I laughed. "Whatever, I'm a mess."
Cade set the photo down, pulling me into his arms and kissing me fiercely.
"You are stunning." He stated. "So much it's taking every once of willpower I have not to throw you done on that bed and bury myself inside you for the rest of the night."
He grabbed my hand to drag me down to the party before I could let him.
It was after midnight, and we were all sitting around our huge outdoor table, drinking and laughing. I was sitting in Cade's knee, his strong arms around me, feeling deliriously happy. A few people had gone home, so our group consisted of, Rosie, Amy, Lily (surprisingly) Lucy, Brock, Bull, Dwanye ( I didn't know his real name so I kept calling him Dwanye which him and the boys found hilarious) Lucky, Cade and me. There was something weird passing between Amy and Brock, I still hadn't gotten it out of her who she was with all weekend, I was guessing Brock, but her lips were sealed. Which was weird because you usually couldn't shut her up. I was definitely going to grill her tomorrow.
Bull seemed better, he was still quiet, sucking on his beer, mostly observing. Lucy seemed to be the one who could talk to him, so she did her best. I was still worried about him, but at least he was around friends and Cade had told me that he was staying with Lucky. Which I was glad about cause I loved Lucky, he was always happy, a genuinely caring guy. Funny cause he looked like a hard ass, but I deduced he was a big softie. When I told him this he had groaned.
"Don't ruin my carefully crafted reputation bitch. I will cut you."
To this I burst out laughing which only made him sulk more. I looked around the table at my new friends and smiled, feeling a happiness that had nothing to do with the amount of tequila that was currently in my system, which was a lot. The last people I thought I would be hanging out with, joking with, hell sleeping with, were bikers. Funny how the world worked. I tried not to think too deeply about life and fate and all that shit, I instead focused on my man's hard body underneath me, and hands which were absentmindly stroking my leg while he was discussing something with Brock.