Chapter 41

CHAPTER41

“You bastard!”

Ignoring his brother, Bryce threw the lock on Cayley’s door and headed back to her bedroom, eager to make love to the woman that was-

Waiting for him with a determined look in her eye that didn’t bode well for him, Bryce realized when he walked into her bedroom to find her sitting on her bed, watching him. When she saw him, Cayley shifted, cleared her throat, and then gestured regally for him to join her as she said, “I believe this would be a good time to finish that interrogation.”

“I suppose we could do that,” Bryce murmured, watching her for a moment before he headed to her bathroom, where he quickly stripped out of the rest of his wet clothes and wrapped a towel around himself before heading back into her bedroom to join her, admittedly curious about a few things.

When Cayley opened her mouth, no doubt to interrogate him, and God, she was really fucking adorable, Bryce asked, “Why aren’t you mad about Thomas House?” as he joined her on the bed.

“Why must you always take over my interrogations?” Cayley asked with a sad shake of her head as she reached over and grabbed something out of her nightstand as his gaze landed on the generous ass encased in a soft cotton towel.

“Why aren’t you upset?” Bryce countered, watching as Cayley sat up with an oversized envelope in her hands.

“Why would I be?” Cayley asked, sending him a curious look before shifting her attention back to the envelope in her hand and tore it open.

“Because I used you to make a deal to get Thomas House,” Bryce said, knowing that any other woman would be losing her shit and telling him to get the hell out of her apartment after finding out.

“Well,” Cayley said, sounding thoughtful as she pulled a box decorated with red and white stripes out of the envelope before tossing it aside and climbed onto his lap, careful not to dislodge her towel, “considering the fact that Sean traded me to your brothers for a bag of peanut butter cups so that they could slather me in jelly to collect ants for their science project when I was seven, being used to get your hands on Thomas House really isn’t that big of a deal.”

“They used you as ant bait?” Bryce asked, wondering how he’d missed that as he placed his hands on her thighs.

Nodding, Cayley said, “Twice,” as she opened the small box with a satisfied sigh. “I’m not going to lie, I did wonder why you were suddenly going out of your way to spend time with me, but I’m not going to lose sleep over it.”

“And why is that?” Bryce found himself asking as he watched her pull a small bottle out of the box.

“Because I know that you would never do anything to hurt me,” Cayley said as she settled back more comfortably on his thighs.

“No, I wouldn’t,” Bryce said, only to narrow his eyes dangerously on her when she added, “Because Sean would kill you if you tried.”

“He’s an annoying pain in the ass,” Bryce bit out as he watched her open the bottle just as the scent of candy cane reached him. “What is that?”

“Never said he wasn’t,” Cayley said with a satisfied sigh as she held up the bottle that had him biting back a groan. “My latest interrogation tactic.”

“I see,” Bryce murmured absently as he watched her set the bottle of personal lube on the bed before pulling her towel loose and dropping it on the floor next to the bed. “And what are you hoping to find out?”

“This and that,” Cayley said, shrugging it off as she reached for his towel while he sat there, unable to take his eyes off her.

“And you couldn’t just ask me?” Bryce asked, watching as her gaze landed on his hardening cock.

“You have a habit of taking over my interrogations,” Cayley pointed out with a heartfelt sigh as she reached for that bottle.

“You really didn’t leave me with much of a choice,” Bryce said, watching her open the bottle and squeeze a tiny amount on his chest as she-

“You taste good,” Cayley said on a soft moan, making him groan when she leaned over and licked the small drop off his chest.

“Yeah?” Bryce asked, taking the bottle from her and squeezed a few drops on his fingertip.

“Let’s start, shall we?” Cayley asked with a firm nod, only to end up frowning in confusion as she watched him reach over and rub the peppermint lube on her nipple.

She released a soft moan while Bryce slowly traced her hardening nipple with his fingertip. Dropping the bottle on the bed next to them, he leaned down and-

“God, that feels so good,” Cayley moaned, wrapping her arms around him as he got his first taste of candy cane in years.

He ran his tongue over her nipple and groaned before taking the large nipple between his lips. As he flicked his tongue over her nipple, Bryce took her other breast in his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze while Cayley shifted on his thighs, moaning his name as her fingers threaded through his hair. He took his time, licking and sucking her nipple before allowing it to slip free so that he could tease it with his teeth.

Caressing her other breast in his hand, Bryce gently blew on her nipple before leaning back in and licked it, earning another moan. Deciding that this was a good time to take over this interrogation, he asked, “Do you want me, Cayley?”

“Yes,” she moaned with absolutely no hesitation, making him smile.

“How much?” Bryce asked, loving the frustrated growl that followed.

“Enough to beat you to death with a pillow if you stop doing that,” Cayley said, making him chuckle as he gave her nipple one last lick before he pulled back and reached for that bottle again, only to have her beat him to it.

“My turn,” Cayley said with a playful smile as she pushed him back until he was relaxing against the pillows.

Bryce watched as she squeezed a few drops of the bright red liquid on her fingertips and-

Tore a hiss of pleasure from him as she ran her fingertips over the tip of his cock, sending warmth through the sensitive tip and down his cock, making it jerk against her fingertips.

“Is this okay?” came the softly murmured question as he watched Cayley’s fingertips glide over his cock as her fingers slowly made their way around the tip, making it glisten as she took her time, gently squeezing it before running her fingers down his cock and did it all over again.

It felt so fucking good.

All Bryce could do was groan when she wrapped her hand around the tip and gave it a gentle squeeze before she reached for the bottle again. This time, she squeezed a healthy amount of the red liquid that felt really fucking good in her hand before dropping the bottle on the bed and-

“Oh, fuck!”

-wrapped her hand around his cock. His head dropped back with a groan as he watched her work her hand over him, taking her time to coat every inch of his cock as she teased him, alternating between gentle squeezes and slow strokes that ended with her palm gliding over the tip.

“Does that feel okay?” Cayley asked as he watched her hand move over him.

“God, yes,” Bryce whispered hoarsely as he watched her hand wrap around him before shifting his gaze to her face, unable to help but notice just how fucking beautiful she was.

She…

God, she was everything to him.

He’d wasted so much fucking time, Bryce realized, wasted so many years that he could have spent with her. Pushed her away over his own fucking stupidity, telling himself whatever bullshit that he needed to hear to make living without her possible, but he’d been full of shit no matter what he told himself.

When they were kids, he always felt better when he saw her, used to make up an excuse just to see her. He always made sure that the seat next to him was empty for those nights that she joined them when her father had to work late. In the morning, he used to take his time getting ready for school, watching for her through the window, waiting for her to walk past his house so that he could walk with her to school. At night, he’d forced himself to lay in bed as he listened to his brother sneaking out to go see her, knowing that it should have been him.

And then, there was the worst night of his life…

He’d told himself that he didn’t care when he saw the asshole drop down to one knee and asked her to marry him, the way that his heart stopped only to feel numb when she’d said yes to the asshole that didn’t deserve her. He’d told himself that he didn’t fucking care while he watched the asshole pull her into his arms as he’d forced himself to finish his drink and walked away as though he didn’t have a fucking care in the world when all he wanted to do was turn around and shake some fucking sense into the woman and tell her something that he wasn’t ready to admit to himself.

He’d always loved her.