Chapter Five

HADLEY

Why does this man make me crazy?

Why did I practically throw myself in his arms?

Because I’m an idiot. A drunk one. But even sober, I want this.

I want him. The only stupid man in a city of almost nine million that I dream of.

Maybe it’s because of all the reasons I shouldn’t. Maybe this is some daddy issue I don’t even know I have. Whatever the reason is, I am just drunk enough not to care.

Cayden’s tongue pushes into my mouth, his hands guiding my head to the side so he can kiss me harder, deeper, controlling the kiss.

I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the way his body feels against mine.

He moves his lips down my neck, to where my shoulder is exposed. “You skin is so soft,” he murmurs before running his tongue back up the way he kissed and then circling the shell of my ear. “So sweet too. Are you still sweet other places, Hadley?”

My eyes close as his words wash over me. “Maybe you should find out,” I counter.

“I will but you’re going to have to ask me nicely.”

“No.”

“No?” Cayden asks as he nips my ear.

“No. I’m not going to ask you nicely.”

I can feel the grin against my skin. “We’ll see about that.”

This is what we get off on. The part of me that only he understands. I want to fight. I want to push him, have him push me back, and argue until we both get what we want.

“Yes, I guess we will.” I pull his face back so I can look into his eyes. They’re warm, liquid, and swimming with desire. “Kiss me. ”

“Please…” he prompts.

He’s out of his fucking mind. I’m not going to say please. Instead, I press my lips to his, moving my hand down at the same time, brushing his rock-hard cock. That touch causes a slip in his control. His mouth opens to me, and I take the lead. Our tongues slide against each other and when I rub a little harder, Cayden moans.

When he confessed to thinking of me when he touches himself, I thought I might die. The images that came to me were so intense, and I want to see it for myself. Which if I were sober, I would never admit.

His fingers slide against my spine, and then move between us, finding bare skin against my stomach.

When I got home, I changed into my normal staying in attire. A baggy sweatshirt, shorts, and a messy bun. Right now, I’m pretty grateful for the lack of undergarments and things that would definitely make it harder for him to touch me.

Cayden’s hand moves higher, finding my breast. He kneads the right one and runs a finger around my nipple. He breaks the kiss but pulls my lower lip in his teeth as he pulls back. “I bet you’re sweet here.”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“Do you want to know, love?”

The instinct to argue is so high, but I want it. I want his tongue and mouth there. I want him to kiss me and I can fight it or give in this time. Deciding that there’s a middle ground is where I land. “Only if you do.”

He chuckles. “Well played. I definitely do. I already told you that.”

“Then maybe you should shut up and do what we both want.”

“So you do want it. I knew you’d admit it.”

Damn him.

“I hate you.”

“You only wish you did,” Cayden’s voice is low as he moves his head towards my breast. “You wish you didn’t want my mouth on your body. You wish you could hate me and not want me, and do you know how I know this?”

My head falls back as the heat of his mouth draws closer. “No,” I let the word fall out, answering his question.

“Because I feel the same.”

I can’t respond because the sensations become too much. His tongue slides around my nipple, flicking it back and forth slowly as his hands caress my breasts. I feel lightheaded, and not just from the alcohol. Somewhere between his kiss and our bickering, I lost some of the buzz I was enjoying so much.

Now the only thing I feel is him.

His lips. His tongue. His hands.

All of it is surrounding me, wrapping me like a blanket and warming every inch of my body.

“Cayden,” I moan his name as he moves to the other side.

He does the same again and my fingers fist in his dark brown hair.

When he pulls back, he quickly grabs me, lifting me as though I weigh nothing and placing me on the couch. My sweatshirt is gone a second later and he pushes my legs apart.

“Are you ready to say please?” he asks before pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee.

The defiance in me rises. There’s no way. I will not beg him.

I shake my head.

Cayden tsks and then his hands move up my thighs. “Such a shame. If you ask nicely, I’ll pull these shorts off and run my tongue up your legs until I find your sweet pussy.”

Don’t do it. Don’t give in. The game will be over and that will be that.

“Since you want it, you should ask me nicely,” I try to keep the desperation out of my voice because I want it so bad.

So damn bad.

His smirk tells me I didn’t succeed. He pushes up on his knees, moving towards me and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I watch as his fingers move slowly and I can feel his gaze on me. “I never denied I want it, Hadley. I never said I didn’t want you. I ache for you, love. I think of your defiant mouth wrapped around my dick. I imagine your taste, your moans, your perfect body, and what your face will look like when I’m buried inside of you.” The shirt falls off and I want to weep.

Cayden’s body is ridiculous. The thick muscles that hide beneath his shirt are sinful. I know what a farmer’s body can look like, the way the years of manual work take the place of the gym. But we haven’t been on our farms in years. However, you’d never know looking at him now.

He moves even closer to me, his lips just barely brushing against mine. “I can’t do it,” I admit.

What Cayden doesn’t know is that while I have an amazing father now, I didn’t as a child. I can’t beg him. For years I watched who I believed to be my father beat my mother, make her beg for her life, for my safety. Kevin beat my mother within an inch of her life, all while she pleaded for him to stop. If it weren’t for her bravery, I would be dead. And if it weren’t for my father, so would she.

I promised myself that I would never beg a man for anything.

Cayden brushes his fingers along my chin. His eyes studying mine. I see the understanding in his green eyes. Then another emotion, one I can’t name takes its place. “Who hurt you?” his voice is calm, but a trace of anger lingers.

“I can’t.”

“I won’t ever hurt you, Hadley. I…won’t.”

“I know.”

And I do. I trust this infuriating man. He and I have battled so many times and it has never been because he wants to hurt me. Cayden comes from the same place of needing to win, and I understand him more than I care to admit.

I takes his face in my hands, worried he’ll want to talk about the shit in my past I work hard to forget. “I won’t beg, but I will ask this—if you want me, show me.”

His eyes close and he moves forward in a heartbeat. His lips are on mine, kissing me like a starving man tasting food for the first time.

My fingers thread in his thick hair, holding him there, kissing him back and pouring all my desire in it. I want him so bad. I hate that I want him so bad, but I do.

I hate that the alcohol has taken away the resistance I worked so hard to build.

Cayden pulls back, his hand moving to my hips and pulling at the shorts. I lift my hips to help him and then they’re gone. I’m buck ass naked in the middle of the living room.

This is so stupid.

But before I can protest or state that this is a bad idea since my cousin could walk in at any minute, his hands are spreading my thighs apart and I feel his tongue make a glorious swipe against my clit.

Yeah, I’m not saying a damn word to stop him now.

Cayden doesn’t ask me to either. He just licks and makes circles in all the right places. My heart is pounding so hard the echo of the pulse in my ears drowns out everything around me. I let my eyes close, the sensations overwhelming me as I climb faster than I ever have on my own towards an orgasm.

He moves my hand to the back of his head and I guide him to the left a little. “Yes,” I gasp when he hits the perfect spot again. “Yes, there. Oh, Cayden. ”

His tongue presses harder and I move on instinct, but he holds my hips down and spreads my legs apart even more.

I’m at his mercy. I can’t go anywhere and I’m forced to endure and also enjoy his mouth.

I start to pant harder, my breathing ragged as I move closer. Then, before I even know it, I’m falling apart, screaming out his name over and over. I have never orgasmed so fast in all my life. I was chasing it and then before I knew it, I was gone.

He lifts his head, kissing my stomach, my leg, and then my other one. “You’re as sweet as I hoped. Sweeter than I remember. I’m not asking you to beg, but I want to ask if you want more?”

My emotions shift from overwhelming joy to gratitude. “I want it all.”

“Thank fucking God.”

He stands, removing his pants and I giggle when they get stuck around his ankles. We both laugh as, in my attempt to help, I fall off the couch and can’t manage to get my limbs to work to get back up.

Cayden lowers himself beside me on the floor and then pulls me on top of him.

I straddle his hips, looking down at him.

He looks up at me. “I really fucking hope you don’t regret this tomorrow.”

I shake my head. “I won’t.”

“Then I hope you remember.”

I adjust myself so the tip of his cock is right at my entrance. His eyes close as I start to take him in. The feeling of him filling me is so intense I could weep. It’s heaven and hell and all the places in between.

He offers me pleasure but I also know this will never happen again. It can’t. We are opposing counsel and will always be enemies in some way.

When I lift up, taking him fully, I feel my muscles clench as pleasure becomes intense again.

“Fuck,” he groans. “God you were made for me.”

Right now, it feels like he was made for me as well, but we can’t be.

I wait, unmoving until his gaze meets mine. “This can’t happen again.”

“I know. So, fuck me tonight so that I can relive it tomorrow.”

And I do.

I ride him so hard that I will remember it always.