Page 36 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)

After me. The implied ending there, his disbelief that we could go the distance, stung even as I recognized the practicality in it.

Even I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be with him, to be a family like my friends had suggested.

For a split second though, I wanted to correct him.

To tell him he had a window into my life for the rest of time if he wanted it–that he was Daphne’s father, and he could choose to fill the role in more than biology.

But something about this moment felt like it should only be about the two of us.

And a fair bit of cowardice kept me from spilling the beans too.

Well, that and the fact that I badly wanted to kiss him.

“You’re much sweeter than you seem at first,” I told him, slightly teasing.

I took the hand that still held mine, pulled it up to my mouth to kiss the back of it.

Cade sighed into the affection, took the opportunity to break the contact of our palms by sliding his hand up to cup my cheek instead. I leaned into it.

“You are too,” he said. “Sweet as honey under all that spice.”

“Kiss me then,” I whispered, and Cade obliged.

He tasted as sweet as his words, felt as strong and inevitable as the water that roared toward us. I sank into him, happy to drown, only resurfacing when he broke the kiss and led me back down the beach toward the blanket.

When we sat together, Cade’s words from before played through my head again, bringing up questions. Though all I wanted was to sink into him and let our bodies do the talking, I had to ask.

“You really kept me in your head all this time?”

He moved closer to me, pressing our legs together, then guiding us onto our sides. Lying together on a blanket in the moonlight, like we were some kind of grand romance and not just a one-night stand that wouldn’t live up to its name.

“You’re memorable,” he told me softly. “Unforgettable.”

He was too.

When we kissed again, it was a crashing together of bodies and mouths and tongues, a melding together that felt permanent somehow. I slung my leg over his hips, and Cade rocked forward into me, growing hard as we picked up steam.

It felt like literal steam was coming off us, floating up into the chilly sea air.

We were heat and passion and the anticipation of sex, uncaring about the not-quite-private location we’d chosen.

There were other beach houses, other couples who may want to take a romantic walk by the water, but we couldn’t have stopped if we wanted to.

Cade’s hand slid up under my Marv’s Diner T-shirt to cup my breast, pushing it up in the cup of my bra.

It swelled with his touch, and I sighed, freeing him up to kiss my neck with the tickle-scratch of his beard.

As he kneaded my flesh, tasted the sweat of a long day and the spray of the Pacific on my skin, I rocked my hips into his, cradling his growing erection right where I wanted it.

“You’re perfect,” I heard Cade half moan as he pinched my hardened nipple, making me squirm. “God, I’ve never wanted anyone so bad.”

“I want you too,” I gasped when his teeth grazed my collarbone. “I want you inside me again. Just you. Now.”

“Sex on the beach, huh?” he asked, and I felt his smile. The thought of it, cliché but so tempting regardless, had me wetter than I thought possible.

“Might as well,” I said breathlessly. “I want you here just as bad as anywhere. I don’t give a fuck who could catch us. Let’s give them a show.”

He kissed me through a huge, wicked grin, and then he was rolling us over, positioning me above him.

I was eager to straddle his slim hips, to pull my top off over my head and fold it into a pillow for him.

His dark hair against the white shirt, his eyes lust-blown and locked on me.

He slid his big hands up my bare torso until he could cup both of my breasts, pushing them up and together, sitting up to press his face in the pillow of cleavage they made.

I sighed, throwing my head back as he licked and kissed, worshipped.

All the while, I started to grind against him, the rhythm of the waves making itself known in my hips.

“God, Allie,” he groaned as his hands found their way to my back. He unhooked my bra, releasing me to the cool of the night, and my nipples pebbled with cold and with need. In seconds, his hot mouth was closing over one of them, stoking my desire ever higher.

While Cade had his fun, sucking at my tits and rumbling his enjoyment against my skin, I struggled to keep my eye on the prize.

It was hard to focus with his mouth loving me so thoroughly, but I was motivated by the same need that made it hard to focus.

I explored his body as he tasted mine, sliding my hands under his shirt to relish the rippling muscles of his abdomen.

It felt only fair when he broke away to tear his shirt off too, leaving us both bare to the waste, moonlight glistening on our skin.

His was warmer than mine, covered in dark hair instead of my own ginger freckles, and he was good enough to eat. To keep, I tried not to think.

It took some effort for him to get my jeans off, though his fingers undid the button and zipper with lightning speed.

Neither of us wanted to be separated, but I gave him a hard kiss before I dismounted from him.

He still cursed the fact that I had to get off him to shimmy the denim all the way down my legs.

It seemed to please him though, that I stood silhouetted by the ocean and took my time as I stripped for him, panties and all.

He looked at me like I was a siren and he was a sailor happy to die.

I felt more beautiful than I ever had, even with my hair mussed and needing to be washed, my makeup mostly gone, having faded and degraded during my shift at the diner.

“Get over here,” he growled, freeing his straining cock from his own pants, though he kept the jeans on.

He looked so fucking sexy like this, his hardness on display, his hip bones jutting out over the edge of his boxer briefs, his dark blue waistband.

And all that gorgeous muscle, hair, warm skin.

I watched him lick his lips. “Sit that pretty pussy on my face.”

The words were a shock, but the kind that made me more excited than nervous.

I stalked over to him, stepping onto the blanket and then over his head so my wet lips were spread out above him.

He couldn’t wait for me to lower myself, find the best way to position my hips so I wouldn’t hurt or suffocate him, and I yelped as he scooped me up in his strong arms.

He buried his face between my thighs as he hooked his arms under them and spread me wide.

He was already eating me by the time he used his impressive strength to lower us both back down, and I rocked back, bowed with the pleasure.

I found myself gripping his thighs, my eyes finding the stars and then closing as Cade licked me hard and sloppy and perfect.

“You’re so sweet,” he said, echoing his earlier words.

They came out muffled, since he refused to take his mouth off my pussy, but that only added to the effect.

More wetness seemed to gush from me, readying me for more of him, all of him.

As if it was an invitation, I felt a hard, sure finger slide into me as his lips wrapped around my swollen clit, and with a greedy suck and a deep plunge, I broke like the waves, writhing against Cade’s beard.

He growled into me, continuing to feast until I was shaking, panting again, close to another orgasm. But my legs were starting to feel like jelly, and I had other plans I wouldn’t be able to carry out if he didn’t stop.

“Please, Cade, I—I need a second,” I panted, struggling even as I pulled my hips away from him.

He released me, respectful of what I needed, and I moved off him to cuddle against his side as I caught my breath.

Cade’s hand was holding the base of his cock, and he flushed like he’d been caught when I noticed it.

“I can’t resist the taste of you. The sound when you come,” he explained, as if I needed an explanation for his desire for his own release.

I smiled, burrowing against his side even as my hand slid up to take the place of his, gripping his smooth hardness.

I couldn’t quite close my fingers together around his girth. I moaned at the realization.

“Just give me a second,” I said, my lips trailing against Cade’s chest. “I want this inside me. I just…have to wait until my legs are ready.”

“You gonna ride me, gorgeous?” Cade’s low rumble of a voice mimicked the crashing sound of the tide, still far from where our blanket was perched but always coming closer.

I didn’t care if it wanted to sweep us away in its power.

Especially when I felt my strength returning, my desire for another orgasm, this time with his cock pulsing inside me.

Cade laughed in surprise when I pushed him back and straddled him again in a quick, hard mount.

I held him tight in my hand, sliding his turgid tip against my wetness, teasing us both.

“Only if you think you can handle it,” I told him with a smirk, and Cade’s gruff laugh was a challenge.

“If not, it’d be a perfect way to die. Buried deep in the tightest, wettest heaven.”

I couldn’t do anything but sink down onto him after that.

He was so big, so hard, that I strained to take in more than just his head at first. With some deep breaths, the rush of the ocean in my ears, I slowly sank onto his cock, inch by perfect inch.

Cade let out a string of swears I could hardly hear against the whooshing sea, and his hands dug into my hips, guiding me down as his own hips bucked up.

I was so full when he was sheathed to the hilt inside me. So fucking stuffed with his thickness that I cried out my pleasure to the sky. Then, with some encouragement from the man beneath me, his strong hands, I started to ride him.

The rock of our hips was slow and sensuous, seductive as the gentle movement of a boat on the water.

Intense and deliciously raw. I felt so connected to him, so purely his that I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began.

Then the need inside me grew to a near-painful flame, and I picked up my pace, grinding harder against him.

“Fuck,” Cade groaned as he watched me, eyes searing with heat. “Just like that, baby. Give yourself everything you want. Take it from me.”

It didn’t feel like I was taking though.

It felt like we were both giving to each other, feeding into this frenzy of passion until it became bigger than either of us.

Like the awesome, larger-than- life waves that were our only companion this time, our first time just the two of us, I felt my pleasure starting to crest again.

“Cade, I’m?—”

“I know,” he choked out. “Come for me, Allie. Come all over my cock. We both need it.”

And with his words, I did exactly that, coming so hard I saw extra stars mingling with those in the sky above us. My body tensed hard, snapped, shook as it struggled to come down from the peak.

“Christ, Allie,” Cade panted, sitting up to press his chest against mine without unseating himself.

I felt him fucking me even as my own legs gave out, his hard thrusts hitting a new angle that had me gasping, my pleasure cresting again.

“I can’t hold out any longer,” Cade said through clenched teeth.

It was with pure need that I told him, “Then don’t. Please, Cade, come inside me.”

He cried out, a beastly roar into the night, as he did exactly that.

Hot, liquid seed spurted from the head of his cock, coating my insides, and another orgasm surprised me as my inner muscles milked it out of him.

It was glorious, filthy, pure instinct and pleasure and connection—and we collapsed together onto the sandy blanket when it was through.

To think I hadn’t known, only a short while earlier, this very same evening, just how I felt about Cade Farmer. Now, I couldn’t think it, but everything in me felt like he belonged here. Still connected to me, growing soft inside my heat, his strong arms cradling me in warmth.

“It’s not overrated,” I said drowsily, and Cade’s answering hm was a question. I traced circles in his chest hair as I explained, “Sex on the beach, I mean. At least when it’s us.”

He laughed, just a small rumble, and kissed the top of my head.

“Agreed. Underrated, if anything. But that could just be because it’s you, woman of my dreams.”

The lovely words were enough to make my fragile heart shudder, and then it felt like it expanded in my chest. Opening up space for Cade, for his two best friends I also couldn’t picture my life without anymore.

Was there any way for the four of us to make this work?

Would any of them want that? Somehow, Cade’s possessiveness, his insistence on having this one-on-one time with me, gave me the sense that he wouldn’t be too gung ho about the idea of sharing me long-term.

And then there was the fact of Daphne. She was his child, and he didn’t know it yet, but he’d have to someday.

I didn’t think the possessive tendency would be limited just to me, if he wanted anything to do with his daughter at all.

I thought about telling him again. Considered exposing myself to him fully, much more frightening than the physical exposure I’d shared, telling him the big truth that felt like the one thing in my life that still belonged to only me.

I heard our daughter’s name in Cade’s heartbeats, and cowardly as it was, I still kept the secret of her to myself.