Chapter
Six
Trixie ordered their pizza for a five-forty minute delivery. While she didn’t think anyone would be specifically hanging around on a Friday afternoon, she didn’t want to make it seem like she was rushing anyone. Though he continued to use the phrase ‘wine and dine’, he was aware that she didn’t drink alcohol and he couldn’t while on parole. Therefore, the bottle of grape juice in the back of her office fridge would be the closest thing they’d get to wine. She ordered a bottle of Coke with the pizza just in case.
When she’d taken a bathroom break around three, she slipped into the black teddy and thong she’d purchased earlier that week. The fact that she’d been wearing them under her coveralls for the past two hours and no one, not even Cayden, knew was a huge turn-on. Around five-fifteen, Cayden went up to her office like they’d agreed so she could verify all the employees had left and would lock up. She was lucky and caught the pizza delivery car pulling into the back-parking lot early. She practically threw the man a twenty-dollar tip and then locked the door behind her without waiting for his thank you.
Flipping off all the light switches on her way back upstairs, Trixie nearly dropped the pizza and Coke bottle in her rush. She was nervous. Watching porn to get herself off and actually having sex were two completely different things. But she was also excited. She wanted to make this good for Cayden too.
She opened her office door to find him pacing the width of the room. As soon as she spotted him, the pizza box and Coke were dropped to the floor, completely forgotten. She leaped onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.
“Bed,” he managed to gasp out.
She nodded against his lips. They journeyed down the hall to the office she’d converted into an apartment. He hadn’t been inside yet, but he knew which door was hers. She was the only one with access to this room, though she’d secretly set Cayden up on it too. He fumbled to get her hand unlocked from around his neck so he could press in the code and place her thumb to the pad. Fuck it, she’d tell him he had access later on.
Her apartment wasn’t typical. The room opened to her queen bed and dresser with a small TV on the far wall. She didn’t have a kitchen because she didn’t cook. Instead, she had a small dorm fridge in one corner with a microwave on top. A set of filing cabinets acted as her pantry. Her bathroom was a converted storage closet. Because she’d insisted on a bathtub, her sink was outside the bathroom door with the toilet practically sitting against the edge of the tub. It was small, but it was hers.
Trixie let out a shout of surprise as she was thrown backwards onto the mattress. Cayden gave a quick look around then nodded in approval, “Practical.” Then he took his own flying leap to land on top of her. Trixie let out a laugh at his antics.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered into his ear.
Intrigued, he lifted up over her. She squeezed her hands between them to start unsnapping her coveralls. As soon as the black lace came into view, he took over. In a quick pull, he broke open the snaps down to her navel.
“Ah, fuck, baby, you’re gorgeous.” He helped her get her arms out of the sleeves and then crawled down the bed to rip the pants off her legs. He let out an appreciative whistle. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her heart swelled. “Not so bad yourself.”
He touched his crooked nose subconsciously. “I’m nothing like you.” He placed a hand on her bare ankle. “You, pretty Trixie, are a wonder and a joy, and I am the luckiest son of a selfish bitch alive to be here with you tonight.”
“Just tonight?” she asked, opening her thighs invitingly.
He shook his head, crawling up her. “Tonight, tomorrow, next week, next year, it’ll never be long enough.”
“Bold words,” she purred, “but you haven’t found your surprise yet.”
He stopped, his mouth hovering over her belly. He gripped the lace covering her torso. “This isn’t my surprise?”
She shook her head with a coy smile. “That is just a fashion choice.”
“Best damn fashion choice I’ve ever seen,” he drawled, his eyes lingering on her pebbled nipples covered by the thin black lace. “So, where’s my surprise?”
“Get naked and I’ll tell you.”
She laughed as his clothes were shed in seconds. She wanted a chance to look at him in all his naked glory, but she figured there would be time for that later. Naked, and completely unashamed by it, he laid himself between her legs. She could feel his erection pressing up against her sensitive folds, and a shiver ran through her.
“Trix, look at me.”
She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes. She opened them to look up into his mismatched set. God, she loved those eyes. Loved how unique they were but, more so, she loved how they sparkled like they had adapted a special hue just for her.
“I’ll make this good for you, but if for any reason you want to stop—”
She shook her head quickly. “No, I want this.”
“I know, baby girl.” He gave her that cocky smile she loved. “But I’ve never been with a virgin before. I need you to tell me if I am hurting you.”
Oh, that made sense. She nodded, “Okay.”
Cayden cupped her face and then rolled his hips against hers. Trixie gasped, the thin lace of her thong providing no protection between his arousal and hers. Yeah, definitely different than porn and her hand.
She placed her hands on his arm muscles. He was hard all over, but still soft. Inside, Cayden was all sweetness and mush.
“I am not sure what thought brought on that smile, but hold onto it. You are never more beautiful than when you smile like that.” He rubbed himself against her again.
A shiver ran through her. “Cayden, please…”
“God, I love it when you say my name.” He ducked his head down to press his mouth against the crook of her throat. “You don’t say it enough.”
She widened her legs, pushed up, and purred into his ear, “Cayden.”
She felt his body tremble. “Damn, woman. I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
Neither would she. At least she had a faster rebound time, though. “You talk too much.”
Something akin to a growl escaped him, and he latched onto her nipple through the lacy teddy. Her back arched up into his mouth as she gasped. Trixie wrapped her arms around him, needing him closer. Pleasure rippled through her like a whirlwind.
Trixie had pinched her nipples before to heighten her orgasm, but it was nothing like the sensations of having his mouth on them.
He was feasting on her, drawing out her pleasure by switching back and forth between her tits. She gripped him tightly, likely marking him with her nails. Given her job, she always kept her nails short and rounded. She hoped she didn’t hurt him too badly with them. But even if she did, she doubted he would complain about it.
Suddenly he picked up his head. “Does this piece of lace hold any sentimentality to you?”
It took her a moment to understand his words and then another to realize she didn’t have it in her to speak. She shook her head. When had he undone her hair? It was loose and splayed out wildly all over her pillow. She swiped it out of her face, not wanting to miss a second of his lovemaking.
A quick tear later and her teddy was laying at her sides with only her thong remaining as any sense of clothing. Kneeling between her legs, Cayden tucked his finger through the string and started to pull it down. The moment her pussy was revealed, he stopped and looked up at her in wonder.
She smiled at him but was unable to say surprise.
He bent down and pressed a kiss to her sensitive bare skin. The waxer had warned her not to have sex following her waxing, but Trixie wasn’t going to risk this night on her last-minute decision to remove her pubic hair. Her skin was certainly tender. She hoped it was worth it. Waxing had been a bit more painful than she’d been expecting.
That look of pleasure in Cayden’s eyes, though, made up for it without a doubt. If keeping herself waxed kept that look in his eyes, she’d make a standing appointment at the spa.
Lifting his head, he rested his chin on her sex. “I love my surprise.”
Looking down the length of her body at him, Trixie wished she had her phone. She wanted a picture of this moment, so she’d remember it always. Her perfect Kodak moment. He was breathtaking, locking eyes with her across her naked form. She never wanted to lose this memory of her Cocky Biker.
She unwrapped her legs from his hips so he could take the thong off. She was still more dressed than he was with her teddy splayed out at her sides.
“Trixie, look at me.” Damn, she really needed to stop closing her eyes. “Watch me, Trixie. Watch me bring you pleasure.”
Gooseflesh rose all along her body as she did just that. He was using his right hand as he played with her exposed, aroused clit. He rubbed it and tweaked it. Then he moved down to her pussy and inserted a single finger. Her hips bucked.
“No, watch me.” Her eyes flew open at his command. His eyes were bright as he stared back at her. She was so glad she’d remembered to turn on her lights in their rush to get to her bed.
He slipped a second finger in. She’d pressed her own fingers inside her vagina before, but this was different. She could feel him going further than she’d ever been able to make her own hand go. He pressed on her clit from inside her, forcing a gasp from her lips.
A haze of warmth and pleasure washed over her. She didn’t know what was up and what was down. Her hips moved on their own, matching his fingers’ motion. She planted her feet flat on the bed to get a better purchase.
A sound escaped her, pleading and wanton. She didn’t know if it was a word or if it was an inaudible garble. Either way, he seemed to understand. He pressed his mouth down to her clit, sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, he added a third finger.
When her orgasm hit, Trixie screamed. Her hips lifted off the bed as her walls quaked around his fingers. She could feel her wetness escaping her.
Gasping for air, she realized several precious minutes had passed. She blinked, her eyes opened and focused down her body. He waited there, rubbing the insides of her thighs with his warm hands.
Her eyes landed on his covered cock waiting at her entrance. She watched, shivering, as he slowly pushed inside. This had been the unknown moment for both of them, unsure if her hymen was still intact. When no pain came or barrier existed, their eyes met. She gave him a nod that she was okay and wanted him to continue.
He pushed the rest of the way inside. She flinched. It wasn’t painful, per se, but it wasn’t pleasurable either. With him pressing against her inner walls, she felt uncomfortably full.
“Shh,” she heard him soothe. He reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with his thumb. “I’m big. Give yourself a second to adjust.”
If her mouth had been working just then, she probably would have made a snippy comment about how all men claimed they were big. Feeling Cayden, though, she actually believed him.
The rubbing on her clit helped some. She could feel herself starting to adjust around him. Slowly, he pulled out just a little and then pressed back in.
Oh! That was an interesting sensation. She liked that. Her inner walls seemed to tremble when he did that. It wasn’t an orgasm, but she could see how it could build up to one.
“Trix.” Her eyes flew to him. “Tell me I can keep moving.” She could hear the strain in his voice and suddenly felt guilty for all the extra care and time he was giving her. This lovemaking was very one-sided. She hoped to make it up to him and nodded.
He pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back into her. He did it again. “Look at me, baby girl. I’m not going to last. It’s been too long, and you feel so damn good wrapped around my cock.” He pumped back in, picking up his rhythm. “Watch me take you.” He leaned over her, placing his hands on the bed by her shoulders. “Watch me make love to you.”
She could feel her orgasm rising again. Somehow, she managed to croak out, “Close.”
His face dropped to her neck, kissing, licking, nipping at her sensitive skin. “Me too. Hold onto me, baby. I’ll get us there.”
She did. Like a monkey, she wrapped her arms and her legs around him. Virgin or not, this was worth the years of waiting. To be with him, right now, in her bed, like this, was worth every second of waiting. Because no matter what had happened years ago with Randy, in her mind and heart, this would always be her first time. With Cayden, the man she believed could someday love her.
They came together in euphoric bliss. She gripped him as tight as she could, needing to be as close to him as possible.
As she came down from her orgasmic high, she felt him nibbling on that spot under her ear. If she ever needed to make a map of her body, she was pretty sure she would label that place ‘Cayden’s spot’. Of course, after what he’d done between her legs, he might want to lay claim to different territory.
Her throat was dry, and she forced herself to swallow. “Thank you.”
He rested his head on her chest. As he shifted his weight, she realized he was still inside her. “I should be the one thanking you.”
“How about we leave it with ‘well worth the wait’?”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to the valley between her breasts. “Better than worth it.” He placed his chin on her breastplate. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She wiggled her hips around his shrinking cock. He let out a low hiss, but she sensed it wasn’t in pain. “I think I’ll survive.”
He raised a dark brow over his green eye. Trixie let out a shout of surprise mixed with a laugh as she suddenly found herself lifted off of her bed and thrown over his shoulder. He took her over to her trash can where she had to twist to see him dispose of the used condom. Then he walked over to his jeans where he pulled out another foil packet. “Here.”
She took the condom. “What is this for?”
“The desk,” he said, walking them naked to her bedroom door.
Sunday night came too fast. He had to be back by eight o’clock curfew. That pissed him off for many reasons, but mostly because he did not want to be separated from Trixie. Even though it would only be for a few hours and he would see her again in the morning, the idea of leaving her was painful. He’d slept two gloriously peaceful nights with her in his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to the empty twin bed waiting for him back at the halfway house.
He’d lost track of the number of times he took her and where over the weekend. He’d had a lot of sex in his teens and early twenties, and not even one of those instances compared to the rapturous feeling of being with Trixie. It wasn’t just the sex. They’d hardly worn any clothing throughout the weekend, just laying themselves bare for each other’s wandering gaze. She was magnificent, an exotic that was all his.
The most Cayden had managed was to fit himself back into his jeans long enough to answer the back door for their Chinese delivery. Then he’d eaten chicken lo mien from her naked skin. When she’d threatened to place her egg roll in an interesting place, he’d feigned running from the room, which had brought a wide smile and loud laugh from her. Damn, he could listen to the soundtrack of her laugh for the rest of his life.
While being dropped off at the house Sunday evening had not been joyous, he wouldn’t have given up his weekend with Trixie for anything. It had been perfect. She had been perfect. Nothing, not even having to be back to the house for curfew, could ruin that.
He was grateful that L and S didn’t have access to their security feeds just yet. Otherwise they would have given whoever was on duty that weekend a free show. While he personally wouldn’t have cared about that, the possessive green-eyed monster reared his head at the thought of anyone else seeing Trixie’s sinfully naked body.
They pulled up to the Wynns’ house with ten minutes to spare. Trixie turned off her Firebird and turned in her seat to stare at him. He also shifted, just wanting one last look for the night. Their hands met between them like they were magnetized.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly. She’d practically been a virgin at the beginning of their weekend. Never again would she be able to claim that title, he’d made sure of that. “Not sore?”
She gave him a sweet smile. “You keep asking me that. I’m fine.”
He brought their clasped hands to his mouth. “I hate having to leave you. It feels like I’m going off to war and I won’t see you for a very long time.”
“You, my dear hot-rodder, are a romantic at heart. Has anyone ever told you that?”
Cayden leaned forward, gripping her by the back of her head so she couldn’t look away. “You. Just you.” Her blush made its appearance, which was all he could ask for. He leaned in and took her mouth. “Did you want to come inside?”
She shook her head. “Tìa Peggy’s going to be grilling me regardless, and I’d rather do that via text than in person.”
“Good,” he said. “That blush is mine. I well-earned it this weekend.” He smiled when it deepened a shade. “If I bring you another form, do you want to do this again next weekend?”
Cayden couldn’t believe how nervous he felt by asking the question. He was a grown-ass man. But, the truth of the matter was, Trixie held the key to that romantic heart she’d just accused him of having. This hot and sexy Latina woman sitting across from him could make or break him, which was a terrifying thought at its core.
She couldn’t meet his eyes as she answered. “How about you bring me a whole stack of those forms?”
Relief washed over him, and Cayden slammed his mouth to hers. “We’re going to kill an entire forest with the number of forms needed.”
She gave him a knowing look. “You know, four months sounds like a long time. Really, we only need fourteen of those forms before you’re free.”
He shook his head. “Not free. Before I’m yours. Completely and unconditionally.” He leaned in to claim her lips one more time. “The parents are watching. I should go.”
She nodded and gripped his hand tighter. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Bright and early.” He grabbed his duffle, which he’d barely used, and stepped out of the car. With his feet on the Wynns’ grass so they couldn’t claim he’d broken curfew, he leaned down into the car. “Have a condom ready.”
He closed the door on her wide eyes. Masculine triumph filled him as she fumbled to get the car started again and pulled away. He remained on the grass, watching her taillights until she made a right turn and was gone. He wanted to run after her.
God, how had he become so whipped so quickly? That woman just had to snap her fingers and he was at her beck and call.
Cayden heard the door open behind him to see Mr. and Mrs. Wynn standing there. He hoisted his bag over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Mom, I was a perfect gentleman.”
Despite his snide remark, Mrs. Wynn stopped him as he passed her with a smile. “Thank you. I don’t know what you’re doing, and no, that was not a request for details,” she added with a raised finger, “but you are bringing out a side of her I haven’t seen in years. Whatever you are doing, keep doing it.”
Cayden tilted his head. A side of her no one has seen in years? What did that mean? She was Trixie, smart and sassy Trixie. Who else would she have been? What ‘other side’ was there to her? Had she been docile and timid? He couldn’t help but snort at that thought. Not his Trix.
He wanted to inquire more but Mrs. Wynn just gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then walked away. He could always text Trixie. Except he wondered how to word that. Hey, babe, thanks for the weekend of fantastic sex. By the way, are you pulling a Dr. Jekyll with me? Yeah, that was sure to get him laid again.
Walking up the stairs, Cayden felt a sense of dejection. This was not where he wanted to be right then. He knew he had to pay his dues, knew this was a part of his punishment for all his years of wrongdoing, but damn. If there were a way to tell his younger self to get his act together a hell of a lot sooner because Trixie was waiting for him in the future… Man, he’d give anything for a DeLorean right now.
She was right though. They had fourteen weekends left, and then he was all hers.
Cayden knew he’d told Gran that he would visit as soon as his parole was up. Maybe he could take Trixie with him. Or maybe they could stop by to see Gran on their way out some place else. A vacation, a truly well-earned vacation.
A light tapping on his door drew his attention. He was lying on his bed, fully clothed with his boots untied. He really wanted to be alone, to reminisce on the wonderful weekend he’d just spent with his girl, but he had a feeling who was at his door and he didn’t have the heart to tell the kid to go away.
“Come in, Geordi.”
Geordi poked his head around the door before asking, “Can I come in?”
Cayden nodded, not pointing out that he’d already given permission. One of the lessons Mrs. Wynn struggled to teach Geordi was that he couldn’t just walk into a room without knocking and then asking. When he’d first arrived after his release, Geordi kept opening every door in the house. Cayden had a feeling it was because he couldn’t get the prison doors to open for him. It was Geordi’s way of making sure he wasn’t back in jail.
Geordi jumped on his bed. Cayden moved his legs, so the kid had room. “Are you marrying Ms. Trixie?”
Cayden felt his throat go dry at the question. He hadn’t been sure what Geordi had wanted, but he sure as hell hadn’t foreseen that question. He cleared his throat, “Um, no.”
“But Mr. Wynn told Mrs. Wynn that you were staying with her overnight?”
Cayden’s mouth twitched. Hell yeah, he’d stayed with her overnight. Two wonderful overnights. Man, he really was turning into such a sap. He’d finally gotten over his case of blue balls, only to see them shackled.
Cayden scratched his eyebrow, trying to figure out how to explain this to the twenty-year-old man with a child’s mind. “Geordi, I like Ms. Trixie. I like her a lot. And who knows, maybe someday I will ask her to marry me, but it’s not happening today.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s too soon.”
“Why?”
Cayden gritted his teeth. “Because we only just started seeing each other.”
Geordi pursed his lips, clearly not understanding. He really was just a big kid. “When a man loves a woman, he’s supposed to marry her so they can have babies. Do you love Ms. Trixie? Are you going to have babies?”
The fuck?! Cayden’s eyes went wide. “Um…”
“Geordi! It’s time for you to shower!” Oh, thank God, Jesus, and the Hairy Saint. He’d never been so grateful for an interruption in his life. Mrs. Wynn looked into the room through the open door. “Oh, Geordi, there you are. Did you hear me?”
Geordi nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He jumped off the bed with far too much energy. He walked towards Mrs. Wynn, but then turned back. “Cayden, if you do marry her, can I be your best man? I’ve never been a best man and I think I could do a good job.”
Cayden tried to swallow the lump in his throat, but it just wouldn’t go down. “Sure, Geordi.” He didn’t know what he’d just agreed to. Anything to make the kid go away.
Mrs. Wynn gave him a knowing look as she closed his door.
Cayden laid back down on his bed. Do you love Ms. Trixie? Fuck, the kid had a way of asking questions that he just didn’t know the answer to. Was he in love with Trixie? He knew himself well enough to know that was the direction their relationship was heading. He also knew that didn’t want to mess their relationship up. Whatever was between them, it was good. It was great. He wanted to make it last.
Fuck, was he in love with her? He pictured her smile and found himself grinning. He saw her blush and felt his heart flutter.
Damn, Cayden Russo was in love. Who could have seen that coming? Certainly not him.
