“They were wrong, Gemma. There’s nothing cold about you. You’re pure fire. Now show Cade what you can do with your tongue while I get a taste of this pussy and prove to you you’re not an Ice Princess.” Jesse slid between her legs. “Sit on my face, baby.”
It sounded like a terrible thing to do, but Jesse pulled at her hips, forcing her back until her pussy was right over his mouth. Then she knew she couldn’t be an Ice Princess even if she wanted to. She was melting. His tongue slid along her pussy just before he sucked at her labia. So good. So damn good.
Cade stood in front of her, his huge cock in his hand. “Come on, G. I’m dying here.”
A little insecurity roared back to life. “I’m not good at this.”
He smiled down, his face softer than she could ever remember it being around her. “Yeah, you are or you will be. You’re Gemma Wells. You’re the best at everything. At least that’s the way I hear it. It’s just sucking a cock. Surely a woman who managed to put herself through Harvard Law can handle one little cock in her mouth.”
Bastard. He’d made it a challenge, and she couldn’t back down from that. And it wasn’t exactly little. Far from it. Still, she leaned forward and bumped it with her nose. Awkward. Yet Cade didn’t pull away, just shifted back a little to give her space.
“Lick me. You like what Jesse’s doing to you? I want you to taste me, too.”
A simple request. She put her tongue out and licked. His cock flesh was warm and soft over the hardness of his erection. It wasn’t her first blow job, but it was the first time she’d been sober when she gave one. And the first straight guy she’d given one, too, although she would admit her closeted undergraduate lover had been a connoisseur. He’d actually taught her a few things, but Patrick had thrown her off track by telling her he didn’t like the way she did it.
Cade didn’t seem to mind. He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. “That’s right, baby. Eat me up.”
It was exactly what Jesse was doing to her pussy. Eating her right up. She tried to focus on the task in front of her. Jesse sucked at her clit, but just before she would fall over the precipice, he would back off. One more bit of delicious torture. But she had someone to torture, too. She licked at the head of Cade’s cock, drawing it into her mouth and then letting it go only to draw it back in and sink a little deeper. She did it over and over again, satisfied with the way he moaned and pushed a little further in each time. She relaxed her jaw, allowing herself to take more and more of that hard cock into her mouth.
She was so close. Jesse’s tongue worried her clit while he pushed a finger deep inside her. She felt electric. She wanted to pass it on to Cade. She sucked him deep and didn’t let go. She hollowed out her cheeks, making pass after pass around the dick in her mouth.
“She’s killing me, Jesse. Her mouth’s so good, so fucking hot. She’s going to pull the cum straight out of my balls.”
That was what she wanted. She wanted to taste Cade the way he’d tasted her. She wanted to do the same thing to Jesse. She wanted to get both of her men in front of her and suck them in turn until she’d pulled the cum out of both of them. Jesse curved his finger up and hit some amazing place, and Gemma finally understood what it meant to come. It meant every muscle in her body lighting up like a firecracker and pleasure shooting through her veins.
But she didn’t let a little thing like her first orgasm stop her. She had a job to do. She felt Cade’s cock swell in her mouth, and he unleashed a fierce groan. Warm cum filled her mouth. She drank it down, loving the taste. It was Cade. He’d told her this wasn’t serious, but it felt revelatory for her. She glanced up and saw a look of deep peace on his face as he petted her hair. She’d put that look on his face. Often in her life she was the one who caused men to seek relaxation, not became the source of it.
She wasn’t given a moment to think as Jesse pulled at her hips.
“My turn. Ride me, Gemma.”
* * * *
He fucking loved that almost panicked look in her sky-blue eyes. It told him she was aware of what was going on around her. He’d made a study of Gemma Wells over the last week and had decided that more than anything she needed to be drawn into the present. Her brain, it seemed, was always working. If she didn’t have a problem to worry about, she made one up. She needed to be constantly working through something, focused on something.
He wanted to be the object of all that flustery, fussy, obnoxiously hot feminine energy.
He pulled at her hips, forcing her to move down his body. She scooted down, her pussy coming in contact with the skin of his chest, leaving a trail that crossed his torso. She hadn’t been wet in the car, but she didn’t have that problem now. She was soaked. She’d come all over his mouth. At the end, her little pussy had been so fucking greedy. She’d squirmed, forcing his tongue higher and higher into her hot cunt.
Cade had been right. Sex with Gemma was messy and nasty and gorgeous. A relationship with her would likely be the same. Fraught with peril, stress, and this amazing heat that sizzled between them.
She was difficult. She was righteously impatient. She had the brattiest mouth he’d ever met. She was so sweet deep down that he ached for her. She was the fucking one.
“Ride me.” He wanted her in control this first time. It was obvious her previous sexual history was a little bit of a horror story. He wanted her to get what she needed, to feel comfortable enough to really explore sex with them. Cade had played his part. He told her just how amazing her mouth was, how hot she’d gotten him.
A look of rabid determination crossed her face. Maybe having her on top was a mistake because her impatience was showing. She gripped his dick and started to guide it to her pussy.
“Stop, Gemma,” Cade said, his voice hard. “Condom. He needs a condom.”
She nodded and reached out. Damn it. She was going to do it. She took the condom Cade gave her and ripped open the package.
Yep, he’d made a horrible mistake and one he couldn’t take back. Gemma started to roll the condom over his dick in a precise, methodical manner that had him gritting his teeth. Slowly, so damn slowly, she began. She pinched the top, leaving space for his cum. He would bet she’d mastered that move in an attempt to get an A in sex education class. She’d probably practiced on a banana, but the banana likely hadn’t wanted to die because she was taking so long.
Still, the look of triumph on her face when she finished was worth his pain. “I did it.”
“Yes.” He cupped her hips, adoring the feel of her curves under his hands. If she minded the fact that his hands were callused from daily work, she didn’t show it. She was purring like the sexy little kitten she was. She was purring for him.
“Go on, G. I want to watch you fuck him.” Cade’s monster was already hard again. The minute Jesse was done, he’d be right back at her. And he thought he could stay uninvolved? He was looking at Gemma like she was the damn sun in the sky. Ever since that moment when it had become brutally obvious that Gemma had a soft, awkward interior, Cade had been with them. Oh, Jesse had no doubt he’d run like the scared little boy he was on the inside, but tonight would bond them all. Cade could run, but Jesse doubted he would be able to hide for long.
Because Gemma was like a drug, and he was already addicted to the way she shifted between lazy sarcasm and the slightly manic energy that was the real woman inside. Or maybe they were both real. He didn’t care. He just wanted her.
And she wanted him. Or at least she wanted to prove she could fuck him. She’d finished with the condom and now she straddled him, her hand holding him, positioning herself to take him. In typical Gemma fashion, she was moving way too fast. She impaled herself on him, taking him balls deep in one push.
Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open slightly. “Oh my god. That kind of hurts.”
Damn straight it probably hurt. She hadn’t had sex in forever, and he would bet her limp-dicked ex-fiancé had never fucked her hard. She was tight as a drum around him. “Hush, darlin’. Just give it a mi
nute. Just a minute.”
She was biting that deliciously plump bottom lip. “Are you sure men don’t like it fast? We could do this really fast.”
Cade got to his knees behind her, between Jesse’s spread legs. His arms came around Gemma’s chest, his fingers playing with her nipples again. “No, Gemma. Real men like it slow. Real men like to watch you come, and you can’t do that when you always go so fast. Slow down, baby. Enjoy it. How does he feel inside you?”
Her eyes glazed just a little. “You guys are so talky.”
He was going to have to spank her again. After. “Gemma.”
She moved her hips just a little. “He’s too big.”
“I’m just the right size, baby.” Jesse reached out and toyed with her clit. She’d responded so beautifully before. She was still so wet. She just needed the tiniest bit of time.
Her head fell back, caught against Cade’s shoulder. “That feels nice.”
Her hips moved again, more strongly now.
The muscles of her cunt gripped his dick. God, she was the one torturing him. He was going to go slowly mad with her long, grinding movements. She said she didn’t have a lot of experience, but she felt like a natural. Cade continued to twist and play with her nipples. Her hips moved in a sensuous dance.
He let his hands move to her waist, guiding her up and down on his cock.
She gasped. “It feels good.”
He watched her through slitted eyes, all of his concentration on not blowing before she’d come again. “Does my sweet Gemma like to be impaled on a big hard cock?”
Gemma didn’t say anything back, but those hips pumped. Up and down. Harder and harder.
“She does like it.” Cade’s voice was a low growl. “She likes fucking. Her little cunt likes to be filled up with cock. One day her ass is going to be filled with cock. She’ll have a dick up her ass and one fucking her pussy. How are you going to like that, G?”
She seemed to like the idea just fine. She picked up the pace. She rode him, thrusting down and pulling up, moving like she couldn’t stand that whole two seconds when he wasn’t fully deep inside her. She ground down, and her whole body stiffened.
He fucking loved watching her come. She was so beautiful in that moment when she simply let herself go. He got the feeling she would fight him most of the time. She was too smart, thought too much, but he could give her this. He could give her this glorious moment when nothing mattered except the fact that he was making love to her.
She had her glorious moment and then Jesse took his. The muscles of her pussy milked him, drawing the cum out in blissful jets. His body was electric in that moment, fused to hers and connected to Cade. This was what he’d wanted all along.
His woman. Their woman.
Gemma fell forward, a heap of sweet femininity in his arms. He was still tucked inside her body. He never wanted to leave.
Her eyes opened, sleepy and languid pools of warm blue. “I like to cuddle, Jesse.”
Oh, sweet trust. Gemma would never have made that statement three hours before. It was a request and one he would never deny.
“I think I can help you there.” He wrapped his arms around her as Cade stroked her back.
He was going to cuddle her for a long time. He was going to cuddle her until she believed this could work.
Chapter Nine
Cade felt the water. Cold. He came to. His head felt like it had been cracked open. Where was he? Why was he so wet?
“I’m stuck, Cade.”
His sister. He heard his sister’s voice, but it was different. She was always bitching at him. He never did anything right. He was always in her business. He was the little brother. It was his job. But Annie didn’t sound mad. She sounded almost sad.
And what was the rushing sound?
“Cade, you have to get out of here.” Pleading. He almost never heard that from his close-to-perfect sister. She was everything Cade wasn’t. Perfect grades. The apple of her parents’ eyes. She never got in trouble. She was going to some fancy college.
Except maybe she wasn’t because they were stuck in a car and water was rushing in.
“Cade!”
He finally turned and looked at her. She reached out for him. “What happened?”
His sister’s hands found him. She had everything ahead of her. A brilliant future. A wonderful life.
The light in her eyes faded, and he was alone.
Cade came awake, sitting straight up in bed. He was coated in sweat. He hated that fucking dream. He took deep breaths to calm himself down. He could still taste the river water that had coated his throat that night. The water had come from every angle, encompassing him like the vines of a carnivorous plant. They tried to drag him down to the depths.
Where his parents and his sister waited for him. Where Nancy now resided in his dreams. Though she had died in a nursing home, he saw her in the river now. Forever lost with his family.
Gemma stirred beside him. She turned as though realizing her comfy pillow had other things to do, but all she had to do was shift to find another. Jesse sighed in his sleep, and his arm went around Gemma’s shoulders.
Cade glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Just after nine. It was the latest he’d slept in forever. He tended to get up at the butt crack of dawn, but then he also tended to wake up numerous times at night in a cold sweat because of the dreams. He almost never slept more than two or three hours at a time before he woke up, but he’d finally fallen asleep at two in the morning the night before. Apparently fucking Gemma numerous times had calmed his brain enough that he’d managed a whole seven hours of uninterrupted sleep.
He stretched and looked back down at the sleeping couple. He could get back in bed. He could climb back in and roll Gemma over. He could be inside her before she was awake. She would greet the day with his cock thrusting deep, rocking them both to pleasure.
Yeah, he wasn’t going to do that because not a damn thing had changed. He didn’t want to settle down. He didn’t want to get into that bed. It wouldn’t be fair to Gemma. He’d told her what he wanted. A little fun. A night of sex. He’d gotten it. He still wasn’t good for her.
But maybe she’s good for you, you stupid fuck.
He wasn’t listening to his potty-mouthed inner voice, either. He simply wasn’t built to do the family thing. Shit like that didn’t work out. Sure, it might for other people, but he’d made his bed long ago, and he knew he would sleep in it alone.
He would be really alone. Jesse wasn’t going to hop on his bike this time and follow Cade.
As quietly as he could, he snuck out of the bedroom and nearly screamed at the sight of a small woman standing at the stove. Lynn Wells glanced back, her eyes widening slightly, but then she shook her head as though he were a naughty boy and not a six-foot-plus naked man. “Cade Sinclair, you put on pants when you walk into the living room.”
“Don’t bother,” another voice piped up. Naomi sat on the couch, her ebony hair shining in the early-morning light. “I like the view.”
“You hush now,” Lynn said. “That weirdly large man part does not belong to you. I’m rather surprised my daughter didn’t run when she saw that thing.”
This was just another dream. Yep. It was another horrifying dream. Damn it. He needed to wake up.
Lynn turned, a spatula in her hands. “Cade, I am serious. That nude thing is fine on the mountain, but I do not need to see it. Pants. Now.”
Naomi winked at him as she tossed him the jeans he’d slung over the couch the night before in his haste to get naked so Gemma would wrap her lips around his dick. And now her momma was standing at the stove attempting to make something. He shoved his legs into his jeans and zipped them up. He crossed the space between them, picking up his shirt along the way.
“I am very sorry, Mrs. Wells.” He felt like a sixteen-year-old caught by his girlfriend’s mom. “Obviously I didn’t expect anyone to be out here. I’ll just be on my way. I need to get to work.”
He fe
lt the heavy weight of judgment in those blue eyes. They were so close to Gemma’s eyes that Cade felt himself flush with shame. Would Gemma look at him the same way the next time she saw him? The night before those blue eyes had been so warm. Would they go back to arctic because he was the man who’d fucked her and left?
“It’s Saturday, Cade.”
He shrugged. “Cars still need fixing on Saturdays.”
Naomi whistled. “Damn.”
He’d stepped into something. Lynn picked up an egg and cracked that sucker in two. “I talked to Roger last night. He said the shop is closed on weekends.”
He thought seriously about making a run for the door. He was fast. He could run and just keep on running. He could run straight to the shop, hop on his bike, and flee Bliss altogether. He would leave the car to Jesse and Gemma.
His father’s car. Damn it. The minute he’d brought that car out, he’d screwed up. He should have kept it simple. Just him and his bike and whatever transitory experiences he could have. He should have taken shit jobs just long enough to save some money and move on to the next town, but no, Jesse had talked him into fixing up the car and now he had more than two keys and had to deal with judgmental mothers and their horrible cooking techniques. He shook his head. “Give me those eggs. You’ve already got shell in there.”
Lynn passed him the bowl and ceded her place with what he would have sworn was a look of triumph. “I was trying to make French toast. It’s Gemma’s favorite.”
“Does Gemma have cinnamon?” He took stock. There was a loaf of sourdough bread but nothing else.
Lynn laughed a little. “Cinnamon? No. Gemma doesn’t cook. I brought over the bread and eggs and milk and some vanilla.”
Naomi shook her head. “Gemma believes cooking is setting her microwave timer. And she screws that up most of the time. I’ll get the cinnamon.”
Naomi glided gracefully out the door in search of cinnamon. Cade got rid of the shelly eggs and started over, neatly cracking them with one hand.
“Do you have a whisk?”