Chapter Nineteen

Dylan

“Do you have an extra set of sheets? A pillow?” Cade asks over the back of the couch as I walk out of the bathroom from a shower. He showered before I did, and apparently, he’s getting ready to not join me in my bed. In the act of pulling my hair into a low, wet bun, I frown.

“To sleep,” he clarifies.

I’m still frowning when I tell him, “You can sleep in my bed.”

“You are not sleeping on the couch.”

I stop at the back of the couch and grin down at him. “It’s cute how you’re being a gentleman.” The afternoon was…interesting.

After my little breakdown in the nursery, and the lovely make-out session shortly after, Cade sat beside me as I called my lawyer and agent. I had a press statement ready to go in relation to the Grant Maxwell story.

My lawyer is currently working on going through tapes; apparently these parties weren’t supposed to have recordings, but there actually were quite a few of them.

Including a set from the night I was at the house.

It made me nervous; part of me was still fearful that I did something to put myself in that position.

But having Cade at my side made me want to stand taller.

Stronger.

To be a voice for those people who feel they’re little more than a statistic.

I even re-activated my Tatum O’Malley social media accounts. Already, the press was going crazy over that, over something as simple as them being accessible again. I’m still not convinced I’ll ever “be” her again, but one step at a time.

Tomorrow, my statement will be released.

Tomorrow, I’ll make my #MeToo post public, truly sharing my story.

I just hope I’m not ridiculed over it.

Cade will be beside me though. He doesn’t have to return to Vancouver until Sunday night; I have him for another thirty-six hours.

After the way the day had gone, I am anxiously anticipating how the next hours will go.

And they will not be spent with one of us sleeping on a couch, and the other in a bed.

We slept in one another’s arms the last however many nights we’d been in each other’s company; I’m not about to have that change.

“Come to bed with me, Cade,” I say, far more brazenly than I feel.

The man stares at me…

Stares…

Stares.

And finally, he stands. “Let’s go to bed.”

***

Cade likes to hold me.

And hey, I like when he holds me.

I like his arms around me, his legs bracketing mine and one of his hands slowly rubbing over my stomach.

But I’m starting to feel like the man has a fetish or something. Likes to pet my stomach, watch it move.

Other than our kiss this afternoon, or the few kisses he’s pressed to my skin this week, he hasn’t made a move to do anything more.

The man clearly wants sex.

His erection is pressed against my ass and even when I wiggle subtly, he doesn’t so much as groan.

I stretch my lower back, pushing my bottom into him as I shift my weight from one hip to the other. It feels great on my back but still, nothing from Cade.

He’s like a man made of stone.

I scoot away from him and roll so I can face him.

A frown wrinkles his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Forgive my forwardness but…” Push through. You’ve got this. Get it out there. “What’s a girl gotta do to make you want to have sex with her? You’ve been poking me with that thing too much,” I add, bravely reaching out to cup him through his shorts.

Now…

Now the man groans. And I swear, his eyes roll back too.

“Dylan…”

His tone is warning but…

I pay no mind.

“Do I have to take the upper hand?” This wanton thing is so not me, but I feel like in all of his “I’m going to be your guy” talk, he’s willing to be the martyr and that’s not happening. I gently squeeze his erection and it twitches under my grasp.

I squeeze again, harder, and this time when Cade says my name his eyes don’t just roll, but they close.

Pushing up to sit, I look down at the man who’s clearly at my mercy. He’s still lying on his side, the arm that was under my neck before still straight out as he grasps the bed sheet near my edge of the bed.

I drag my grasp up the length of him, and as I do, he grows more, the head of him straining to the top of his shorts.

“Look at me,” I whisper, and he lifts his eye lids. His eyes immediately lock onto mine, watching my face. I readjust to sit on my knees, letting go of his hardness, and he rolls to his back. In tandem, his hands and mine push his shorts down his ass; he kicks them off as I take hold of him once again.

I wish the light was on.

I want to see his cock; see the girth I feel under my hand. See the way the head flares out into the mushroomed tip. When my thumb gets to very top of him, it comes into contact with a drop of precum and I gently swirl it around.

My mouth is salivating and at once, I’m remembering the article in Cosmo but before I can lower my head, Cade has a hand over my mouth.

“Baby, I want to be in your mouth badly, but I want to be in you this first time. You want sex? Let me make love to you.”

Suddenly, I’m shy.

Which is a funny place to be when you’re kneeling next to a half-naked man with his hard cock in your hand.

He brings his hand to my wrist and gently tugs. “Lay down, Dylan.” His voice has taken on a husky tone, and it sends waves of pleasure through me. I have a feeling that my imagination is not nearly as good as what the real deal will prove to be.

I do, even though I know I won’t be able to stay on my back for too long. I hope that doesn’t ruin the mood for him.

My train of thought is turned off quickly as Cade removes his shirt, tossing it to the floor, leaving him completely, wonderfully naked.

The man is a gorgeous specimen.

And he wants to have sex with pregnant ol’ me.

I won’t even pretend to try to figure that one out.

Cade gently pushes my knees apart and then he’s kneeling between them, his hands on my bare thighs. He stares down at me and I wonder what he’s thinking, but then his mouth is on mine and I decide this is a good thing to be thinking about.

I feel his hands on my thighs, feel them inching up toward my shorts. He doesn’t break the kiss as he gets to the top, tugging on them until I lift my hips and he can pull them down. He does, however, pull his mouth from mine so he can take them off fully.

With my legs parted, I can feel the cool air on my pussy and I can tell I am more than just wet.

I’m soaked and ready for him.

Sitting on his haunches, Cade looks down at me before running a finger up through my slit, gathering the slick fluid, the tip of his finger stopping to graze and flick at my clit twice, three times.

“Cade,” I moan, my hips shifting.

“I wonder how many times I can make you come?” Cade asks, stretching his hand over me and dipping his thumb inside my heated center before dragging it up, and this time, pressing the digit to my clit.

“Let’s not figure it out this time,” I beg, my hips moving, trying to get his thumb to roll my bundle of nerves.

His chuckle is sexy and when I look at his face, his eyes are amused. “Oh, yes. I think this time is a great time.”

When he removes his hand, I groan at the loss but then he’s pushing my shirt up and over my head, my arms falling to my sides.

Cade presses his lips to just below my belly button and then proceeds to press nibbling kisses up the center line of my stomach. My breath hitches as he nears my sternum and I can feel my nipples tighten in anticipation.

Sure enough, he moves so he can suck one tight peak into his mouth, and I sigh with pleasure. While his mouth suckles and bites at my left breast, my oversensitive nipple getting the most attention, his other hand kneads and presses my other breast.

His mouth is mostly gentle to my nipple, but he times a punishing suck at the same time he squeezes the other, and my body arches up off the bed in reaction.

“Oh my,” I whisper, my eyes closed. I feel as my pussy releases more wetness.

I am so ready for him.

So, so ready.

He switches attention, but after being tormented by his fingers, it takes one small suckle to my right nipple for me to find my first orgasm.

I’m barely coming off the intense wave when Cade pushes himself down between my legs, his mouth and tongue lapping up at mess my coming has left me in.

My knees draw up and I grab handfuls of his hair. The man chuckles against my slick skin but I can barely pay attention to that, not when he’s doing magical things to me with that tongue of his.

“I can’t… I can’t…” I try telling him I can’t stay on my back much longer, but he’s nearly got me up to another edge, damn the man.

With something as simple as his lips pulling my clit into his mouth and his finger pushing inside of me, I come yet again.

Twice in the span of five minutes.

Good God, I’ll never survive the man.

He doesn’t let up, even though my body is quaking under him. He does slow down though, as the pulsing of my pussy around his finger slows.

I have a feeling that a man like Cade…he’ll take his finger out and suck off whatever juices are left over.

And he does.

While locking eyes with me.

It is erotic as hell.

“Two so far,” he says after, holding up both his fucking finger and the one beside it. “One more?”

I have a feeling that me saying no, that I’m a two and done kind of gal, will only serve as a challenge to him.

“We’ll see,” I answer instead, rolling to my side. “This way.” I hope he doesn’t ask why; some guys are missionary guys, some doggy style.

I actually like a little of it all but being pregnant puts some limitations on things.

“Don’t fall asleep,” Cade warns as he…

Gets off the bed?

I roll to my back again. “Where are you going?”

He points to his backpack that is tossed against the wall. “Condom.”

“A-are you clean?” Why the hell I’m stuttering, is beyond me. He and I have gone past the point of no return.

Standing, he looks over his shoulder at me. “Yeah.”

“Would you… We don’t need one.”

He doesn’t move. “You sure?”

I nod, but he still stands there.

Debating?

“I was tested—” I start but he’s quickly on the bed and looming over me again.

“Don’t finish that thought, Dylan. I was counting to ten to try and keep myself from blowing right there.”

I swallow hard and search his face. I’ve grown comfortable enough with him for me to realize he is not lying.

So I roll to my side again and bite my lip when he spoons himself right up behind me. No words are exchanged as he reaches for my leg and I lift it, moving the limb with him and hooking my leg to rest on top of his at the same time he enters me in one, fluid thrust.

“Ohmygod,” I say on a whispered moan, at the same time he grunts low in his chest.

“God you feel amazing,” he groans and soon he’s thrusting in and out of me slowly, and in measured movements.

Like when we sleep, he puts his other arm under me and I hold onto that hand, my other reaching back to dig into his ass. Cade lifts my hair from my neck and presses kisses along the back of my neck, as well as up the column. His hips start to move quicker, his cock driving into me faster and faster. I can feel every ridge, every thick vein, and even though I love the feel of his mouth on my neck, I need to arch something, and my neck is it.

I push my head back, my nails digging into the flesh and muscle of his butt. The muscles there clench and release with each push of his hips.

I didn’t think it was possible, but I am well on my way to a third orgasm.

If I pay close attention to the way he fills me, it’s almost enough to send me there.

Cade lets go of my hand so he can band his forearm over the top of my chest. I wanted to keep holding his hand.

I wanted to…

But then he makes his intentions clear, as he tweaks then squeezes my nipple between his fingers.

Three.