B!
Major Jameson pulled me to the side today and said he thought I had a future in the Corps. Like I could make something of myself here! Can you believe it? Your big brother is a badass! LOL.
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Love,
Your awesome fucking brother
Cade pushes through the bedroom door, already loosening the bowtie from around his neck. “That was painful. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but Theo wasn’t the most obnoxious person in the room tonight.”
He huffs out a breath with a half-smile, like he’s amused by his own admission. On the way back he was unnaturally quiet. It’s plausible that he was thinking of excuses to take me home. But that would be unlike him. A month ago, he would have asked me if he could give me a ride home. Not now, though. Not after getting so jealous of Theo only an hour ago.
I’m being paranoid.
Cade’s gone silent on me again, and I look up and see he’s staring me down, a brow arched in what may be aggravation. Was it not a rhetorical question? Did he want me to agree that the fundraiser this evening was like a trip to the gynecologist, irritating and dreadful?
“It was rather stuffy.” I offer with a soft chuckle.
Nose scrunched, Cade shakes off whatever he was about to say and undoes the buttons that secure the only barrier between me and his beautifully marred chest. A chest that has seen battle. A chest that displays his courage and honor. A chest that has made sacrifices. A chest that feels like home.
Memories of the first time I saw him on the Skype call flood my brain as I step into him, crowding his personal space.
His hands stop.
Whispering, I place my fingers over his, taking over unbuttoning his shirt. “I got it.”
He swallows thickly, nodding only once.
Methodically, I push each button through its hole, inch by inch, revealing his scars. Purple, pink, red, and tan. They display a rainbow of colors like a Picasso hung in the most prestigious museum.
Cade’s breaths have become shallow, and I keep going for fear he may stop me and suggest something else we could do.
Once completely bared, I meet his murky-mint eyes, watching him as he watches me lower myself, placing a soft kiss to one of the more ragged scars.
He shivers. “What are you doing, Breck?”
I’m not going to answer his ridiculous question, because clearly I want him naked. I hum, pushing him back toward the bed. Whatever turmoil is going on in his head his body doesn’t seem to agree because it puts up no resistance. In fact, his body almost seems eager.
When the backs of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, I smile, sweet and innocent. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?”
Another swallow.
Realizing he’s waging some unknown battle in his head, I answer for him, sliding his shirt down his shoulders, taking his tie with it. I leave the cufflinks, creating a makeshift restraint by tying his sleeves together.
“Breck. Take off my cufflinks.”
Knotting the bowtie through his shirt to his bedpost, I kiss up his straining forearms. “I think I like you just like this, Major Jameson.” I flash him a cocky smile and add, “At my mercy.”
Cade grunts, yanking against the knotted bowtie. “Don’t play with me. You know we can’t do this.”
My feet ache from the four-inch heels but I keep them on, feeling powerful over this giant of a man, and take a few steps back, admiring my handiwork. I smile victoriously at Cade, testing the resistance of the restraint. It’s good. He won’t get out too quickly.
“Breck. We can’t do this,” he repeats, but his tone is weak. He wants this just as much as I do.
Theo’s speech plays on repeat in my head. I need to find my place in Cade’s life and take control of what I want. And right now, I want to suck Cade off. I want to blow him so hard that he never thinks of that journalist again. He needs to let go of this fear that he’s going to hurt me. But most of all, I need him to see me. Not her. Just me.
My plan is to start slow and ease him into intimacy, hoping that one day soon he’ll be able to make love to me like I’ve dreamed of. He does not understand the lengths I would go for him. To be exactly what he needs. And right now, tied to his bed, he needs a release.
I take a seductive step forward.
“You know I can get out of this. And when I do…” He trails off, his eyes glowing with carnal need.
His threat only fuels my flame. “I’m sure you can, but you won’t.”
His head cocks to the side, measuring my words. “I won’t?”
Trailing a nail down his chest, I confirm, “No, you won’t. Do you want to know why?”
He tips his chin in my direction, eyes blazing with excitement. “Why?”
With a harsh yank to his pants, I unfasten his belt, leaving it open. The button is next. And when I ease down the zipper, I lean in, breathing my answer along his neck. “Because you want me too bad.”
Cade growls, testing the knot on his restraint but he doesn’t argue which tells me I was right on the money. He wants me. Enough that he’s willing to try again. Restraining him wasn’t such a bad idea.
I nip at his ear, grinning. “You do, don’t you?” Another bite. This time he pulls with enough power to move the bed. “Tsk, tsk, Major. Commander will be upset if you scratch the floors.”
“Fuck you, Breck.” His words aren’t intended to be mean because his eyes relay the simple clarity that he does indeed want to fuck me.
My laugh is bordering on irrational when I pull back, our eyes locked in a lustful stare. “I’m going to fuck her out of you, Major, until you only see my face.”
I push his trousers down in one motion, freeing his rock-hard length. It bounces against my stomach, eager to play. Caressing eight phenomenal inches of man, I stroke up and down, his hips moving against me. Cade groans, his head falling back in surrender.
“Watch me, Cade.” His neck snaps to attention, his breaths labored and shallow, his dick pulsing in my hand. “You’re a liar, Breck.” He inhales a ragged breath, his anger palpable. “You want me to think you’re meek, but you aren’t, are you?”
A devilish smile tugs at my lips as I ease off my underwear, slipping them over my black pumps. “No, Major. I am not meek, I’m powerful. I’m your kryptonite.”
Someone has to love him, and I’ve waited a year to do it. “That’s enough talking for tonight,” I chide. He groans, turning his head back and forth. My hand drops to his middle, taking hold of his balls. He stops moving, giving me the opportunity to stuff my panties in his mouth.
His eyes go wide with surprise.
“When I suck you off, you will only taste me, Major.”
Cade’s chest is rising and falling harshly as I shove my panties further in his mouth, gagging him. Forcing him to taste what he did to me all night long. Tense all over, he holds perfectly still, allowing me to bind him, tasting me on my panties.
I cup him gently, easing down onto my knees, my tongue tracing along the lines of his swollen sack. Slow, torturous, swipes have him on the brink, his muffled moans seeping through the lace of my panties wedged between his teeth.
“You want in my mouth, Cade? You want me to take you deep? You want to gag me, Major?”
His knees buckle at my filthy mouth, encouraging me further. Deep as I can go, I swallow him whole, pursing my lips around each vein, sucking harshly at the valley of sensitive skin between the shaft and head. Faster, my sucks become pulls, swallowing every inch of muscle I can take in. Wanting all of him, I fasten my hands around him, grabbing his ass, forcing him down my throat, gagging myself until my eyes water.
All Cade can do is go with my pulls. Thrust after thrust, I swallow his head, summoning moan after moan from his beautiful face. His eyes are waging a war between closing in pleasure and watching in fascination as I take his punishing thrusts.
He’s panting when I moan around him, reaching down to pleasure myself. Frustrated, he tugs against his restraints, trying to speak. I shush the indecipherable words, releasing him from my mouth and raking my teeth softly against his velvet shaft. “Do you see me dripping, Cade?” Sheathing my teeth, I suck sweetly before doing it again. “Do you see my face as I bring you to the cusp of pleasure? Why do you fight us?” Another suck. “Why do you fight this attraction? Be with me, Cade. Take a chance. I won’t let you down.”
Cade grunts, yanking at his restraints.
My smile ratchets upward as he proves unsuccessful. “I can wait. I can be patient.”
Another rake of my teeth has him bowing forward. “But in the meantime, I plan on shattering you. You’ll never see another face but mine when someone kneels at your feet.” I suck hard at his head, yanking his weakened body forward, allowing him to gag me. Talking around his pulsing length, I vow, “I’m going to destroy every single memory you have of that woman until you can’t even remember the color of her hair.”
With one final pull, I slam his hipbones over and over into my chest, choke after choke until he finally roars behind his gag, coming down my throat in hot, creamy spurts. I swallow every last drop from his satiated body until he goes limp inside me.
Gently, I release him, his body jumping at the sensitive touch of cool air. I rise, steady, and clutch the back of his neck, pulling the underwear from his mouth.
Cade’s eyes are fierce when I claim, “Now I bet you won’t envision some journalist.”
I push away from him, turning my back to his flushed face. He needs some time to digest that he just came and didn’t have a flashback. Score one for Breck.
Situating my dress and snagging my clutch from the nightstand, I head for the door. “See ya later, darling.”
His voice is dangerously raspy when he calls to me, inches from the hallway, “Breck. Let me take you home.”
As much as I would like to climb in the bed and sleep the night away with him, I honestly think we need to take this slow. I disrupted his entire thought process by tying him up and sucking him off. He needs space. And shit, I need time with my vibrator. He may have gotten off, but I’m still pent-up as fuck.
Feeling stronger than I am, I square up my shoulders, flash him a flirty smile, and wrench open the door. “Another time.” And then I slam the door behind me.
“Breck!” Shouts of fury and the scraping of furniture is all I can hear as I hustle down the hallway. I can ask one of the guys for a ride home. I wouldn’t dare piss Cade off by walking, and I think my feet would stage a protest in these heels. I smile stupidly, very pleased with myself. I brought Cade Jameson to his fucking knees.
I run into something or someone rather hard. “Looks like you took my advice.” Theo.
His eyes are alight with playful curiosity. I shrug, not wanting to give anything away. “Eh, he lost a game we were playing.”
Theo chuckles. “I know all about those types of games. Pussy is always a killer.” He turns away, chuckling to himself and going on about motherfucking pussy voodoo. I don’t know what that means, but whatever.
I hear stomping and yelling coming from Cade’s room.
Before I can think through it, I dart down the steps, almost giggling until my feet disappear out from under me, and I yell. The pissed off Marine grabs me by the arm, lacing his other arm behind my knees, tossing me over his shoulder easily.
“Put me down. I need to go home!” Well, not really, but he seems pretty mad, and survival instinct tells me I need to seek refuge and not at the McAllister Jameson Foundation.
“Oh no. You’re not going anywhere.” Cade slaps my ass hard, and the shocked gasp I make isn’t missed by Theo who smothers a laugh down below me. Traitor. “You started this, and you will finish it,” Cade growls, readjusting me on his massive shoulder.
“I thought I already did,” I pop off, damn proud of my quick comeback. It’s short-lived, though, because Cade delivers another stinging slap to my ass cheek before he growls, digging his fingers into my thigh.
“Ow! Theo!” I yell, seeing the traitor who I thought was my partner in crime smiling below me. “You said…” I trail off, not wanting to give away his advice. He said I was powerful.
Another sting as Cade clomps up the stairs. I’m sure my ass is going to swell up. I flip Theo off. This is not funny.
“I never said he wouldn’t retaliate. Hang in there, B. Looks like you’re in for a rough night.” He salutes me before disappearing out of sight with shaking shoulders as Cade takes a slight turn into his bedroom and deposits me onto the bed without even trying to be gentle.
I flop across his sheets, legs spread, hair in my mouth and eyes like some kind of ratchet ragdoll. Totally sexy. “What was that for?” I whisper-yell, a little pissed off. Righting my gown, I huff out my annoyance at this caveman attitude I’m witnessing tonight, and inch up the bed until I reach the headboard.
The man whose body looks like a Greek sculpture sits down in his chair and just stares at me, jaw clenched. His shirt is torn and draped open like the curtains to his soul, allowing me only a glimpse of the scars he wears on his skin. His chest rises and falls in a harsh rhythm while his enchanting jade colored eyes hold me in captive silence.
“You want to be mine, Brecklyn?” The deep gravelly tone of his voice is like I’ve never heard before. Sure, I’ve heard it raspy, but never like this. He sounds almost predatory, like he’s about to interrogate a man instead of asking me a loaded-ass question.
I swallow. I’m not sure if he’s finished scaring the shit out of me or not. He slides the pad of his finger along the seam of his lips before he breathes against it and asks, “You want to shatter me?” I was a little caught up in the moment when I said that. “Answer me, Brecklyn.”
Ah, hell. He used my full name again. I’m guessing a joke would be received negatively at this point in the conversation. Clutching the soft sheets in my hand, I answer him honestly for once. Theo was right about one thing: Whether Cade wants to admit it or not, I mean something to him.
So I decide to be brave. “Yes.”
Simple and to the point.
Honest and truthful.
I want him.
Every single scar.
Hooded eyes narrow on me, unblinking, and then he picks up his phone, tapping the screen before filling the darkened bedroom with a hypnotic beat. “Then dance for me like you’re mine.”
Holy shit.
“I, uh … I only dance for fun.” I wave my hand around. “You know, when I’m cooking.”
He breathes along his fist, slow and careful, like he’s measuring me up. “I know. You’ve made me more than uncomfortable at a few breakfasts.”
I did? Huh. Who knew?
I suddenly feel like Wonder Woman has nothing on me. I ease myself off the bed, bending to take off my shoes.
“Leave them on.”
Oookay. What’s a few more minutes of pain?
Standing, my hips sway to the beat, feeling unnatural since I’m usually just bullshitting, doing random dance moves I’ve seen on YouTube. Cade beckons me toward him and eases me onto his lap, pulling my dress up around my hips to accommodate my spread position. He breathes me in, reaching around my back and unzipping my dress at a lazy pace. The fabric peels away from my body as if he’s parting the sea with his fingertips, and my skin tingles.
“Keep moving,” he whispers into my shoulder, his fingers drifting lower.
Let’s be honest here. I am not dancing. I am dry humping this man to the beat of the music. Okay, well, they do that in clubs, too.
His hand disappears under my dress and immediately my stomach clenches. Please touch me. Please slide those long fingers—
“I need you to talk to me. Like before,” he mumbles, his finger grazing the elastic of my panties.
I don’t want to ruin this moment and act like an idiot, but I have no clue what he’s talking about. “What do you mean, talk to you like I did before?”
Cade breathes harshly into my chest, the hand not under my dress unfastening my strapless bra. “Talk dirty. I need you to talk dirty to me. I think with you restraining me and the commanding tone, it kept me out of my head.” He flashes me a scolding look. “I would prefer not to be restrained every time, so let’s see if that filthy mouth of yours will be enough.”
Well how about that? Mister I Can’t Be With You wants me to be a dirty girl. I can do that. I can so do that.
“Put your fingers inside me, Major Jameson.”
Cade pushes my panties aside. His pace is slow, hesitant, as he moves closer to my center, taking care to stroke along the thin strip of hair.
“I want to ride your fingers,” I admit, moving my hips over his hardened cock. “I want you to shove them in one by one until you can’t fit any more without ripping me in two.” Cade’s chest is rising and falling, his breathing erratic and strained. “Now, Major.”
Saying that may have been the wrong thing to say because I swear Cade damn near fists me, sending me doubling over into his shoulder.
“Fuck my fingers, Brecklyn.” Is that his fingers or his goddamned fist? I can’t tell. The biting pain countering the fullness is distorting my perception. “Take what you need.”
Slowly and carefully, I move over his fingers. Clockwise and then counter clockwise, I manipulate this man’s fingers like a chiropractor until the magical spot comes alive. Gasping, my mouth gaped open, I chase the tingling sensation until I explode, a rush of wetness dripping down my leg. Exhausted, I lay on Cade’s chest. His arms wrap around me so we’re chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
We come down slowly, our breathing returning to normal when I try to lift off of him. His arms tighten, his sweaty mane still pressed against my cheek.
“Stay with me tonight,” he mutters.
Yeah, I didn’t say no.