Page 23 of The Fight For Survival

Taking out my cock, I wrap my hand around myself and give a few fast strokes. I run a finger over my piercing, groaning as pleasure shoots up my spine. I'm turned on so much that I know it would only take a few more thrusts into my hand to get me off.

My eyes are watering, my throat is on fire, and there is spit and dribble all over cades pelvis and balls, but all it seems to do is turn him on more. "Fucking fuck," he growls as he holds my head to his pelvis, causing me to splutter and panic because I can't breathe. Cade pulls back just enough for me to breathe through my nose before I feel his hot cum shoot down my throat. His release causes me to let go and come all over my hand and on his floor. Sorry.

He's so far into my throat I don't get the pleasure of tasting him, so when he pulls my head off of him, I make sure to clean his tip to get a taste. Cade sucks in a breath because his dick is so sensitive. It serves him right for going sexy psycho on me. I'm not complaining. He can use me like that any time he wants.

I sit back on my heels and wipe my face with my clean hand. I see movement in front of me, Cade offering me his T-shirt to clean myself up with. Just as I'm doing my jeans back up and Cade is tucking himself back into his sweatpants, there's a gasp.

We snap our heads to the living room entrance to see Mia with her hands to her mouth, a blush on her cheeks and tears pooling in her eyes.

Cade stands up so fast you'd think his ass was getting eaten by a hoard of ants. "Mia," he chokes, reaching out toward her. She shakes her head rapidly and runs. Well, Fuck.

Mia

Quietlyturningthehandleof the front door to my house, I'm surprised to find it unlocked. Lucky, really, because I don't think Cade would have let me in if I knocked.

After my epic albeit wrong make-out session with Braylon, I ran into Zoe's bathroom and locked myself in. I was ashamed of the butterflies going wild in my stomach, and when I looked in the mirror, my eyes were bright, I had a glow to my face, and my lips were swollen and tingly. I cried after that. The guilt of doing that to Cade. After seeing his face tonight, when he found out that I had kept something from him. How betrayed he looked. When I tell him about Braylon, it's going to be so much worse.

"Fucking fuck," I hear Cade growl, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to rise and my heart to beat faster. I've heard that voice many times when he is taking pleasure.

My stomach drops, and a sick feeling overcomes me. "Please be watching porn, please, please, please," I whisper to myself. I walk to the living room entrance, and the sight stops me in my tracks. Cade's head is thrown back, eyes closed, and an intense look of pleasure on his face I've not seen before, causing tears to form in my eyes and a heavy feeling to sit in my gut.

Movement of a person sitting back on their heel and wipinghismouth. Damon. The weight lessons for some reason. I thought Cade had a woman here, and that would have crushed me. So why doesn't it bother me as much that it's Damon?

Don't get me wrong, It still pisses me off, and I hurt that Cade technically still cheated on me, and then a gasp leaves my lips when I realize that's exactly what I did tonight. Cade and Damon snap their heads my way, and their eyes widen.

Cade abruptly stands up and reaches for me as he chokes my name, but I shake my head, overwhelmed by this fucked up night. And run out the door. I'm in my car and driving before Cade can even get to the front door. I need to get away from my guilt, desire, and confusion. There's only one place I want to be right now.

Pulling up to what was once a run-down rotting cabin, I shut my car off and take in our old hang-out. Cade gave it a makeover after Chase died. I was coming here a lot when the grief got too much.

One day I turned up, and the cabin had been restored. The old rotted wood was replaced with new. Somehow, he managed to keep the nature that was taking over the back of the cabin intact. A new door was put on, and he built a decking area on the porch and put a loveseat swing on it.

I get out of the car and walk over to the big tree at the side of the cabin. The tree is so big that it shades most of the cabin from getting any sunlight, but it also protects it from the rain, which obviously, in Seattle, we get a lot of. I run my hand over the tree trunk, tracing the letters K, M, and C. When I read the forever part, my throat feels thick. We were young and naive back then.

I continue down to the hand-carved drawing Cade added when he rebuilt the cabin. It's Chase's little face, the detail so real my tears fall hard and fast. I rest my head against his face as I fall to my knees. My finger tracing over 12/15/2017-18/1/2018. "I miss you, baby," I choke. The crunching of the autumn leaves tells me I'm not alone anymore. I look towards the sound. It's dark, but I can tell it's Kane. He's walking toward me, hands in his jacket pockets. "Hi," I say, surprised to see him here.

"Hi," he whispers.

"What are you doing here?"

"Thought I'd come and see our old hang out. It used to calm me, coming here," he shrugs.

He looks around, surprise evident on his handsome face. "Wow, it looks different now."

I wipe my eyes and give a small smile. "Yeah, Cade gave it an upgrade."

"Is that your little boy?" Kane asks suddenly, making my heart squeeze. I look back at his little face carved into the tree. "Yeah," I sigh sadly into the night. Kane rolls back in his heels, looking uncomfortable. "I bet you're a good Mom," he says, shattering my will to hold back the tears. I look into his startled baby blues and say, "I was a good Mom."

He takes a solid step toward me, gently grabbing my arms, "Mia?" he whispers. A sob leaves my throat, and he pulls me into a fierce hug. I breathe in his familiar scent of spice and all that is Kane. We stay like that for a few minutes until my tears dry up, and I pull back.

"You want to talk about it?"

I take a deep breath and nod my head. "I think we need to," he looks confused, but I motion to the seat swing on the porch, and we sit down.

"It was six weeks after you left that I found out I was pregnant," jumping right in. Trying to break it to him carefully hasn't worked so far. He noticeably pales in the dim light of the porch lamp, realization kicking in. "You mean- that day we…?"

"Yeah," I nod. "That was the day I gave up looking for you." Kane sucks in a breath, and I go on. "I had someone relying on me now. I had to be strong and think of the baby."

"Mia, if I would have known-"