“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 minute. 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.