I can’t seem to stop grinning, but I don’t even care.
“We’ve been up all night hoping for news,” Danny says. “So sit your ass down and tell us how you made it back home alive.”
13
The following Saturday,I still have a faint remnant of the bruise on my cheekbone, but otherwise I’m fully recovered and back to work.
And excited.
I get to see Cade again.
I try to hold on to the professional indifference I’ve cultivated since I started working here, but it seems to have flown out the window.
Because I can’t wait.
I can’t wait to be with Cade again.
He must show up early because he’s first in line. He strolls into the barroom with a small smile on the corners of his mouth and takes his normal seat in my section.
I’m bringing his drinks when I notice him glancing discreetly back at the two militiamen who just arrived.
My eyes go wide as I realize something.
When I set down his drinks, I lean over and whisper, “You eavesdrop!”
Cade chuckles and puts a teasing finger to his mouth, covering it with his other hand although the militiamen haven’t even glanced in our direction.
I’m trying not to laugh as I go to get Cade’s stew.
Sneaky. Pretending to be here to enjoy himself but really eavesdropping on all the alcohol-fueled militia talk.
That thought triggers another smaller one. One that slices a tiny hole into my good mood.
But I brush it away because it doesn’t matter.
Who cares why Cade first started coming here? Who cares if it wasn’t actually me who kept bringing him back?
All that matters is how he feels about me right now.
Later that night, Cade is on his knees on my bed, holding my ass up from the mattress so he can fuck me with hard, rapid thrusts.
It’s a helpless, uncomfortable position, and I normally wouldn’t have agreed to it with a customer. Cade is different though.
I trust him—in this position and every other.
He’s really enjoying this. His eyes keep raking up and down my naked body, and he particularly likes watching his cock moving in and out of my wet pussy. I can see the enjoyment clearly on his face even if he weren’t putting it into words.
But he is.
“That’s right. That’s my girl. You’re really liking it this way, aren’t you?”
I do my normalmm-hmmwhimper, which is as much of an answer as I can manage in this condition. My arms are extended above my head, clutching at the pillow. I really wish I had aheadboard right now because I could use something stable to hang on to.
“You got wet real quick today. You’ve been thinking about me doing this to you all week, haven’t you.”
Another hum of affirmation as my head tosses from one side to the other. My pussy is throbbing like crazy, and my back is already arching in preparation.
“I love seeing you like this. Giving in to how good it feels. Trusting me to let you feel this good. You’re gonna come soon, aren’t you? Just from this?”
