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“Shit, Red—”
“When most of the day went by and I didn’t hear from you, I figured I was on my own. Again, like I always am.”
“Heavy called me and needed my help. I’m a VP of the club in Kentucky, Red. Sometimes I’m going to be called out. That’s just the facts. Weasel woke up with a stomach virus and he wanted me as back up when he went into Denver.”
“I’m not stupid, Cade. I know shit comes up. Usually, if you’re in a relationship, you tell the other person where the fuck you’re going to go—or at least if you’re leaving,” I growl.
He frowns.
“You’re right.”
“Gee, thanks, I feel so much better now that I know I have your approval for being pissed,” I snap. Turning back around, I let out a scream as I fly backward because Cade has wrapped his arm around my legs. Then, he somehow catches me in midair. I find myself cradled up against his body one minute and then thrown over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes the next.
“What are you doing?” I demand, slapping my hand on his back.
“I was an ass. I should have left a note or called. In my defense, when I headed out this morning, I didn’t think it would take this long.”
“You should have at least called me!” I insist stubbornly.
“You’re right,” he says, walking us back in the house.
“What?”
“I said you’re right. I absolutely should have. I got involved in club business and fell back in the role that I’ve had for years. I get shit done and I focus only on that. I’ve never had anything else—anyone else that I wanted to give attention to. I fucked up, but I’m still learning this relationship shit, Red. I’ll probably fuck up again, but I’ll learn.”
“You’ll learn?”
“Absolutely.”
“You know what, Cade? It’s not fair that you address all my arguments before I get the chance to give you hell,” I mutter. “Can you let me down?”
“Nope.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because I’m going to get your shit sorted, then I’m going to call the club in, and we’ll get the shit sorted for your shelter.”
I go still.
“You’re going to call the club in to help with the shelter? What are you going to have them do?”
“The same thing I’m going to do to your body,” he purrs. “Anything I want.”
My body trembles with anticipation…
16
Keys
When we make it to the bedroom, I slowly let Red go until she’s standing in front of me. Her breath is so ragged that I can see it move through her body. Every single time I hear the gentle gasp of breath exhale from her lips, it wraps around my cock. I’m so hard for her that I have to have her. I don’t think I have gentle in me.
“Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to fuck me, Stud?” Red challenges and my grin deepens. My girl doesn’t ask for slow and gentle. Maybe someday I’ll manage to give her that and make her like it, but I love that she’s just like me when it comes to this need between us.
“Strip, Red,” I growl, already in the process of doing the same. Our gazes remain in contact the entire time as one by one her body is revealed to me and we’re standing in front of one another completely nude. “You’re a fucking work of art, woman,” I growl, reaching out to slide my hand over the side of her neck, over her shoulder, slipping down to hold her breast, my thumb sliding against the stiff nipple that’s straining out and practically begging to be tasted. I was never one to resist temptation—especially when it’s as sweet as Red. I take it into my mouth, sucking on it hard, while my hand slides further down.
I run my fingers against the lips of her pussy. Bare, sweet lips that are covered in the sticky sweet wetness, that I’ve quickly become addicted to. I bite her nipple, marking it. She cries out, the pain causing her entire body to vibrate. She lets out a hungry moan that I know I will hear in my dreams for years to come.
Fuck, for a lifetime.
I drop to my knees. I can’t eat her out like I want. My dick is on the verge of exploding now. I need inside of her. The hunger is so strong that I just can’t control it this time. Still, I’m going to taste her. I can’t keep from it. I push her legs apart enough so that she’s completely open to me. The glistening wetness coating her tender flesh is beautiful. It paints the inside of her thighs, too. She’s so ready for me.
“Who owns this pussy, Red?” I rumble. My fingers draw imaginary lines from freckle to freckle along her thighs. I promise myself that one day soon, I’m going to do this with every freckle on her beautiful body, only I’ll be drawing the lines with the cum I wring out over her face, tits, stomach, and pussy, definitely her pussy…
