Life After Taylah
Page 79

She rubs her very round, very swollen belly. She’s ready to go anytime now; it’s just a matter of when and where. I’m happy for Ciara and Spike, they’ve been through a lot in the past few months and they deserve this baby. I feel the swell of want in my belly as I consider talking to Cade about having another one. He’s so good with Skye, so attentive and sweet. I know he’d like another one, and so would I, I just don’t know if now is when he wants it.
“You’re clucky!” Serenity says, snapping me from my thoughts.
She’s just walked in the kitchen and is grinning stupidly at me.
“Am not!”
“Are so!”
“Are you girls fighting again?” Janine asks, bringing in a few empty beer bottles.
We all give her an innocent grin. She shakes her head and walks to the fridge, pulling out a few more.
“When did you become bar bitch?” I ask, lifting myself up and popping my bottom onto the countertop.
“Since Muff gives me really good sex,” she fires back with a saucy smile.
“You’re such a Muff slut,” I laugh.
She nods. “I admit it, I am.”
Serenity smiles and her eyes go to mine. We all know Serenity fucked my dad and Muff at the same time. I envy her. I don’t think I could ever share Cade or have anyone else touch me, but I must admit it has me curious as to what it would feel like to have two men wrapped around you.
“We should go and join them,” I say, hopping down. “I could use a beer.”
“I hate you right now,” Ciara says, throwing a dishtowel down and following us out.
The guys are outside sitting around a fire they created themselves. I can’t see Cade when I go to sit down. I stare around, but it’s far too dark.
“Where’s Cade?” I ask Spike.
“Went to piss behind the shed,” he says, letting his eyes travel over his wife.
I smile and stare over at the shed. It’s been a while since Cade and I have been alone, Skye keeps us busy and we don’t often get the chance to just be together. I disappear into the darkness, hearing the sound of Ciara’s voice as I move. She’s taunting me - using the words ‘lucky’ and ‘whore’ in some less than choice sentences. God bless her rotten heart.
“Cade?” I ask, stepping around behind the shed.
I see the faint glow of a cigarette light, and I smile.
“Are you hiding behind the shed and smoking? Bad boy, Cade.”
He chuckles deeply in the darkness and I hear his boots shuffling on the ground as he crushes out the cigarette.
“You come for a quick fuck behind the shed, sugar?”
“Maybe,” I say, sauntering over.
“Oh yeah?”
I reach him and place my hands on his chest. “Yeah.”
He places his hands on my hips and leans in, running his nose down my neck and breathing me in.
“Been so long since I fucked you hard and rough, sugar.”
“It is,” I groan as his hands slide around to cup my ass.
“Been so long since I felt this sweet ass,” he growls, nipping my earlobe.
“Are you going to fuck me, biker, or are you going to talk us through it?”
He chuckles again and leans down, using my ass to hold me still while he grinds his hips into my swollen, readily waiting pussy. His lips find mine and he kisses me, his mouth devouring every inch of mine. Our tongues dance together and my hands reach up to find his hair. I tug it, bringing him closer so I can kiss him harder, deeper, until we’re both panting with need.
He reaches down and takes my skirt, hiking it up around my hips, and then he drops down in front of me. My hands disappear from his hair and I whimper at the sudden loss. He takes hold of my thighs, using his thumbs to spread my pussy and then he’s there, his mouth against my swollen flesh, his tongue flicking between my folds to find my clit.
“Shit, Cade,” I gasp, throwing my head back. It hits the shed and makes a loud, ringing sound.
Cade rumbles against my flesh, using his hands to shove my legs wider so he can suck deeper. I cry out his name as an orgasm so intense rips through my body, causing my knees to buckle. He rises up, wrapping his arm around my waist and holding me up. The cool air tickles my exposed flesh, causing me to shudder. Cade keeps his arm around me, while his other hand jerks his jeans down, freeing his cock.
When he’s freed himself, he spins my body around and presses my front against the shed. His fingers snake up my skirt, tickling the flesh on my bottom. He raises his hand off and brings it down gently, slapping me just hard enough to cause a little yelp to escape my lips. Then he’s pressing his hard body against mine, his cock shoving against my entrance.
“Ready for me baby?”
“Oh yeah,” I mewl. “Fuck me and own it, biker.”
“I’ll fuckin’ own it,” he grunts, driving his cock deep into my flesh.
“Oh god,” I cry out, slapping my hand against the cool metal that I’m pressed up against.
“Shit,” he grunts, jerking his hips and driving his cock harder and deeper.
He fucks me so hard my body slams against the shed. His fingers go up and find my hair and he pulls my head back, his lips finding my neck. He sucks me there, sliding my flesh into his hot, waiting mouth. He bites and nibbles while is hips continue to raise me higher and higher.
“Cade,” I scream as my orgasm rips through me, causing me to tense and pull around him.