Not his.
“G, you know I can’t stay.” He had to go.
She nodded, her eyes on his mouth. “I know. You’re bad for me.”
“That’s right.” At least she got it. His dick would have to chill out because she was starting to understand. “I’m not good for you, baby.”
She didn’t back off. “No, you’re a bad, bad man. You’re very bad.”
“Gemma, please.” Her hand was on his chest, trailing down to his jeans.
“Yes, Gemma needs to be pleased. Gemma’s had several very bad days.” She pulled at the fabric of his T-shirt.
He tried to keep his hands up. “Bad idea, baby. I’m leaving, remember?”
Those baby blues came up. “Do you have to leave now? You could wait a few days. Don’t you have to give Roger some notice?”
This was what she did. Every time he tried to bring this incredibly important subject up, she started talking about all the problems with him leaving Bliss.
And yeah, he really should give Roger notice. But not today. It was Tuesday. Friday was more of a day to tell someone about an inevitable departure. Two weeks. Yes. Two weeks from Friday. That would satisfy his conscience.
Gemma pulled the shirt free. “Don’t you prefer to be naked?”
He did. He knew it was weird, but he liked the way it felt, and it would be dangerous around Gemma. Who he wasn’t going to fuck. Nope. “That’s just a rumor.”
“I don’t know. I think I might like it, too.” She pulled her sweater up, teasing him with inch after inch of perfect flesh. She pulled it over her head and tossed it his way with a sexy little wink. She wore a lacy black bra underneath that barely managed to hold her breasts. They threatened to spill out over the top. One little flick to the back of that bra and her breasts would be free. He could touch them, take them into his mouth. He could lick and suck those sweet pink nipples.
He reached over and handed her back the sweater. “Gemma, this isn’t right.”
She pouted a little. “But I told Jesse I was here to seduce you and he just asked me to do it in front of the security monitors so he could watch it later. And I bought new lingerie.”
Damn Jesse. He’d known Cade would have a hard time turning away Gemma. But he had to do it. His dick protested mightily, but if he ever wanted to be friends with her, he couldn’t keep fucking her at every given opportunity. He needed to leave, and maybe in a few years he could look them up again. They would be married and maybe have a couple of kids, and Cade would just be a mild part of their wild courtship, a thing to look on fondly. He could still be friends with them.
He needed to keep them the only way he could.
“Get dressed, Gemma. I’ll take you to lunch.” He would talk to her over lunch, lay out all the reasons this couldn’t work. He would tell her about his family, and she would understand.
She stood there for a moment, that previously flushed skin turning white. He caught a brief hint of tears as she turned and pulled the sweater over her head. She took a moment, and when she turned back around, she was perfectly composed. “I think I’ll go join Naomi. I should get my nails done or something. I’ll see you later. Tell Jesse I’ll be at home.”
Fuck. He’d hurt her, and he was trying so hard not to. This was what he did. He fucked up time and time again. “Gemma.”
She didn’t turn, simply grabbed her purse and smoothed her sweater down. “It’s okay, Cade. You said you were leaving. I thought I could make you want to stay. It was a stupid idea. I’m not some sexpot. I just…just forget this happened. I’m deeply embarrassed.”
He caught her before she made it to the door. “Baby, it has nothing to do with how much I want you.”
She turned her eyes up to him, tears falling. “Oh, I beg to differ. Please just let me go. I won’t fight you anymore. I got it into my head that you were leaving because you had some dumbass idea that you were cursed or something. But that’s stupid. It’s because of me. I’m difficult.”
She was and he fucking loved her that way. “You’re perfect, Gemma.”
She snorted. Yeah, he loved that, too. “Hardly.”
He was dangerously close, staring down at her with a hard cock and a soft heart. He couldn’t help himself. He used his thumb to sweep away a tear on her cheek. “I am bad for you.”
“I don’t care.”
He sighed. “You will one day. Or maybe not. But I do care. I cost some people close to me their lives, Gemma. Every time I open up, someone gets hurt. I’m tired. I don’t want to try again. Can you understand that?”
She nodded, her hands coming up to find his cheeks. “You’re wrong. One day, you’re going to meet the woman you love, and you will open yourself up and, god, I hope she makes you happy, Cade Sinclair, because if she doesn’t, she’ll answer to me.”
“Gemma.”
“No, it’s okay. You can’t love me. It’s okay. I still don’t even know what I want. I don’t trust that Jesse will stay. I’m just holding on for dear life as long as I can because I’m pretty sure this is the most I’ll get. If a few weeks with the two of you is all I get, then I want to take it.” She pulled away. “But you don’t have to leave town because of me. This is your home. I’m not going to make things difficult for you.”
She didn’t understand anything. “Gemma, seeing you will be difficult.”
“I could leave. You were here first and all.”
“It’s not some contest, baby.”
“Please don’t call me that. And let me go, Cade. I made my play and it kind of sucked. I should have taken sex-kitten lessons or something. I’ll try that on the next guy.”
Oh, there was the bitch. Yep. The bitch got his cock hard while those tears kicked him in the gut. It was a perfect mix. One without the other and he could let her go. As it was, his hands tightened. “You are the only woman I want and the idea of you stripping down for anyone but me or Jesse makes me fucking insane.”
Her eyes narrowed, calculating the power shifting between them. His Gemma knew when she’d just gotten the upper hand. “You don’t have any right to say that to me.”
He was so fucking weak. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m trying like hell not to hurt you. I want you so bad, but I don’t know if I can stay.”
Her body moved into his. She might think she wasn’t a sexpot, but she was a goddamn siren. Everything about her called to him. “I’m not asking for a ring, Cade.”
“You deserve one.” She deserved two.
“Can’t I just have a few weeks? Can’t I have a few weeks where we just let things flow?”
A horrible idea. He was already in love with her. If he let himself be with her for a few weeks, he might never be able to leave. A terrible idea and yet his head dipped down, his lips brushing against hers. He should have known this wouldn’t work. He should have known he couldn’t resist her. “I’m not a good man.”
“Then be my bad boy.” Her hands skimmed his chest. “Just for a while.”
He would break her heart, and she would never know that she held his in the palm of her hand. Just for a while, he might pretend he was good for her. And he couldn’t leave until that fucker Patrick was dealt with. Did he really think he could be around her and not kiss her and love her and fuck her? Memories. He could build memories of her, of the family he could have had if he was just a better man.
“Gemma,” he started.
She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t. I just want to be with you. No promises. No regrets. Just here and now.”
She needed to feel wanted. He’d damn near crushed her by turning her away. She’d spent years discounting her value for anything but her brain and her ambition. Cade pulled her close, growling a little. She needed to feel sexy, and he could do that. She was the sexiest woman he’d ever met.
“Give me that sweater.”
She hesitated. Cade decided to take a page from Jesse’s book. She liked a dominant male. She liked to fight and scratch and struggle, but in the end she want
ed to be taken down by a man who cared about her. He could be that man.
“I said give me that sweater, Gemma. I want to see your breasts.”
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m sure that if that sweater isn’t on the floor in two seconds, I’ll pull your pants around your ankles and we’ll start with a spanking.”
Her skin flushed a darling pink, her eyes dilating with desire. She pulled the sweater over her head and let it fall to the floor.
“That’s what I want.” He stared down at her breasts, letting his hand trace a line from her throat to the valley of her chest. Smooth curves beckoned him. “Take off the bra.”
She fumbled a little, but got the bra undone. “What about you?”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I’m supposed to be in charge, Gemma.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I might have issues with authority.”
Cade pulled his shirt off, giving her what she wanted. “Can we agree to a little give and take? You give me that tight pussy and I promise you all the cock you can take.”
She sighed, the tension leaving her body. “I might be demanding.”
“I might be incredibly horny.” He reached for her hips, pulling her close again. He loved seeing her in the sunlight. He shut the door but left the windows open. He didn’t give a shit if someone saw them. He wanted her bathed in sunshine. He tugged the bra free, releasing her breasts.
He lifted her up. She was small, no weight at all in his arms. It was easy to get her right where he wanted her. He brought her nipples to mouth level and rubbed his face in her chest.
“Horny?” Gemma asked, running her hands through his hair. “Aren’t you always horny?”
He loved the fact that her voice was light and teasing again. This was what he could give Gemma. He could bring some lightness to her always ambitious life. “You have no idea how horny I get the minute you walk in the door, baby. My cock stands up and it doesn’t go down until it gets what it wants. The last two days have been hell on me. I’ve masturbated more in the last couple of days than I did when I was fucking fifteen.”
“You masturbated thinking about me?”
He glanced up, surprised she sounded so amazed. “I’ve yanked my own cock since the day I met you. I pretend my fist is your pussy, but nothing compares to actually getting to have you. I’m going to have you today, aren’t I, Gemma?”
“Oh, yes.”
He would have her. He was a bad man. He would take her over and over. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, reveling in the low moan that he wrung from her throat. He adored that moment when her brain shut off and she became soft and wanton. He whirled his tongue around and around the tight bud in his mouth. Gemma’s legs wrapped around his waist, her back bowing.
He needed more. Without letting her nipple go, he carried her across the floor to where his precious Chevy sat. He tinkered with the engine whenever he had a chance. He laid her out on the hood of the car.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”
He started to work the button of her jeans, dragging them down her shapely legs. She was left in nothing but a little pair of black panties, and she didn’t have the same trouble she’d had before. He leaned over and shoved his nose right into the V of her legs. Arousal surrounded him. He inhaled the spicy scent of her wet pussy.
“I don’t know how you can do that.” Gemma’s voice shook a little. She looked down her body, her eyes wide as he brushed her wet pussy with his nose.
“I told you, I love the way you smell. I love how wet you get. I love the taste of you on my tongue.”
And he loved the fact that she was inexperienced. Oh, he hated the fuckers who hadn’t taught her pleasure, but he loved that he could teach her. “Ever done it on the hood of a car?”
“Uhm, no. Strangely, that didn’t happen for me between the gay guy and the priss. And yes, they’re two different people. Johnny was far more masculine than Patrick.”
Now he growled in earnest. “Don’t you say his name when I’m fucking you. What name do you say?”
He half expected her to call him Bare-Chested Ape Man, but she just smiled that mysterious smile of hers. “Cade. I say Cade, but I have two lovers so if I mess up and call you Jesse, will I get spanked?”
He stood, pushing off his own jeans and freeing his cock. “You better remember which man is which or you’ll get the spanking of a lifetime. You’ll get spanked and fucked over and over until you use the right name.”
“Not exactly a reason to be good, Cade.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it.” Cade hopped on to the hood of the car. He had a fantasy to play out. “Get on top, Gemma. Not that way. Sit on my face and take my cock in your mouth. You suck me. You suck me hard or I’ll stop eating your pussy.”
He could see the light hit her eyes. He’d made it a challenge because that was what Gemma responded to. A little awkwardly, she shifted on the car, positioning herself right over his face. Her scent surrounded him. He reached up, putting his hands on her ass and dragging her down. This was where he wanted to be. He wanted to be tongue deep in her pussy four times a day.
He slapped her ass lightly when she hesitated. “Suck me, Gemma.”
He sighed as he felt her tongue on the head of his dick. His balls drew up as her hot mouth closed over him.
He pulled her down, bringing her pussy onto his mouth. He dove in, licking and sucking. He speared up into her cunt, seeking her unique sweetness. He drew out her cream, kissing and suckling every bit of her pussy. He sucked her labia in, laving it before moving to the other.
Gemma gave as good as she got. She sucked the head of his cock, forcing him to concentrate on the task at hand. Over and over she drew his cock in, running her tongue all over him before sucking hard.
He was surrounded by her. She filled his every sense, leaving no place for the noxious doubt and guilt that usually filled him to the brim. He was filled with her. There was only Gemma.
He worked her clit, sucking at her and biting gently. His whole heart swelled when she pulled her mouth off his cock, groaning as she came.
He flipped her over, not giving her a chance to take him down. He wanted to get inside her, to make her come again, this time on his cock.
Her eyes were wide, and she gasped as he moved, making a place for himself between her legs. He spread her wide and remembered what he’d forgotten. “Fuck. Baby, I don’t have a condom on me.”
Her lips curled up. “You don’t fuck a lot of girls in the shop?”
“Never.” His dick was an iron poker that threatened to slice into him if he didn’t give it what it wanted. “God. I could go look in Roger’s desk, but I don’t think the man’s had sex in years.”
“Good thing I brought my own. Look in the pocket of my jeans.” She cupped his ass, a languid smile on her face. “I was trying to be a sex goddess. I thought I should be prepared.”
She was his sex goddess. He kissed her again and then scooted off the car and ran for her jeans. Just in time to see Max Harper start to walk up. Fuck no. That was not happening. Completely comfortable with his nudity, he ran for the door, locking it and turning the sign from “Open” to “Closed” just as Harper tried to open it.
“Cade. Come on, man. I need spark plugs,” he shouted.
Cade shrugged. He needed to get laid by the most gorgeous sex goddess in Bliss.
“Is someone there?” Gemma asked.
Harper rolled his eyes and then turned his back, a silent assent that sex was far more important than his spark plugs. But he wasn’t leaving.
“Nope. We’re good.” His cock was still at full-mast. Fuck, he loved this place. He didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to leave her. He didn’t want to leave Jesse. He didn’t want to leave Bliss. Home had seemed a place he’d abandoned all those years ago, but he’d just been drifting until he’d come here. What the hell was he going to do?
She sat up, the siren call of her soft body his undoing. She held a hand out, and
it didn’t matter anymore. No past. Just here and now with Gemma. He rolled the condom on and laid her out on the car his father had adored, the one he’d painstakingly reconditioned. His car. His girl. All was right with the world.
He spread her, her body welcoming him inside. He lined his cock up and pressed home.
“I love that. I didn’t get it before.” Her eyes shined up at him.
“It wasn’t right before, baby.” He stroked into her, every thrust a pure pleasure. “I came with other women, but they didn’t matter. Only you. Only you matter.”
She was everything. Now he knew why his father had often locked the door to his parents’ bedroom in the middle of the afternoon. Why his mother got that look in her eyes when his dad walked in the door. Love. A sweet, pulse-pounding love lust that spelled out the meaning of his life. Loving Gemma changed everything.
She pulled in for a kiss. “Only you and Jesse. You’re the only ones for me.”
His girl. His best friend. His town. He could have it if only he was brave enough to take the chance. He thrust in and out, the decision meaningless at the moment. He could be a pussy later, but for now, he would give her what she needed. He ground his pelvis against her clit, and she called out his name when she came. One more perfect thrust and he went over the edge with her. He pressed in, again and again, giving her every ounce of cum he had. It was hers. It was all fucking hers.
He collapsed on her, loving the way she held him. He breathed in the scent of their mingled sex. All day long, he would look at this car and remember her.
There was a loud banging on the door. “If you two are done fucking, I need sparks plugs for the lawn mower. I haven’t mowed in three weeks and Rach gets mad when I lose Paige in the back field!”
Gemma squeaked and tried to hide, but Cade just laughed. That was life in Bliss. He kissed her and climbed off.
“Get dressed, baby. I got a business to run.”
He was deeply pleased with the gorgeous pink her skin turned.
* * * *
Jesse turned back down Main Street, his prey eluding him once again.