Caiden (A MacLaughlin Family Novella Book 2) (6 page)

“What do you want,” he growled.

“I want you to promise to take care of her.”

His eyes widened. “She’s awake!” His heart stilled, waiting for Cole’s answer.

“Yes. Her Dad’s with her.”

“You were both right. It’s my fault she got hurt. She belongs with her family and that’s not me.”

“No,” Cole countered. “She belongs with you. The first word from her lips was your name. Before she could even open her eyes, she wanted you.”

Pure joy lit his soul. She didn’t blame him. She wanted him. Nothing else mattered. She was alive, awake, and she…loved him. Could he dare to hope for so much in such a short time?

“I will take care of her. For as long as she will have me.”

“I can see that now. I’ve loved her a long time, but the Great Spirit had other plans for Lina. I can’t stand in the way of her happiness.”

“What about her Dad? I don’t want to step between her and family?”

“He’ll be fine. He was just upset.” Cole gave him a once over. “You didn’t leave her side once until we got there, did you?”

“No.”

“Go get a shower and get rid of those bloody clothes. She needs you.”

5

Two weeks later…

“Wait for me! I’ll help you get dressed.”

“We both know you do not help the getting dressed process!” Lina hollered back from the bathroom.

Caiden poked his head around the entry to his en suite bathroom. “Maybe not, but I still enjoy trying.”

“If we are going to make it to the barbeque on time, I will get myself dressed,” she answered and giggled. Stepping gingerly out of the shower, she patted her body dry while Caiden leaned against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest. He licked his lips and grinned. “Out!” She pointed out of the bathroom with a laugh.

He shook his head and refused to move.

She rolled her eyes and glanced to the counter where she’d laid out of pair of panties and a bra. They were missing.
Caiden.

“Where are they?”

“What?” He answered, trying to keep his face straight, but she could the twinkle in his eyes.

“Give me my underwear.” She moved toward the door, but he moved to stand in the center of the opening, completely blocking her exit.

“You have to pay the toll.”

“What are you the doorway troll now?” She snapped and licked her lips teasingly. It drove him crazy and he deserved it right now.

His pupils dilated and he took a step closer.

Oooh, bad choice.

She side-stepped him and slipped between his big body and the door frame. He grabbed the towel wrapped around her torso, but she dropped it and got past him.

He laughed and twisted, surprising her with his speed. She squealed as he wrapped an arm around her bare torso and lifted her from the ground. “Gotcha.”

“We are going to be late.”

“It’s my birthday. They won’t start without me.”

“They’ll know.”

“And.” He dropped her on the bed and fell onto the mattress next to her.

She swatted his arm playfully. “You are terrible.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.” She paused and met his surprised gaze. It’d just slipped out. She hadn’t meant to put him on the spot.

He brushed his knuckles against her cheek and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you more.”

Her heart melted at his words. There was no hesitation. Nothing was forced. He loved her. She could see the adoration in his eyes.

He trailed his hand down her abdomen and toyed with her labia, teasing her pussy with feather-light caresses. She was already wet and needy for him. Not having her way with him would be far greater torture than the teasing glances she would get from his brothers for being late to the family lunch.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Changing your tune now, are we, sugar?”

She nodded. He slid two fingers into her vagina and stroked firmly, making her hips arch up into his touch. His thumb circled her clit and she moaned.

“You want me now?”

“Yes,” she hissed, before sucking in a quick breath to stave off the rising tide of an orgasm. She’d much rather enjoy the climax with him inside her, but it was really up to him. He always seemed to be able to manipulate her body to do exactly as he bid it. If he wanted her to come now, she wouldn’t be able to stop it from happening.

He withdrew his hands and stood.
Where the hell was he going?
His finger crooked and he motioned her to follow him. She slid from the bed and padded across the room following him to the leather armchair in the corner of his bedroom. It was a beautiful chair —rounded edges, curves and lines that made it different than anything she’d ever seen before. The back was barely waist height.
No way!

Before she could process the naughty way he intended to use the chair he’d pushed her naked body over the back of the chair. She gasped as the cold leather seared her naked body. It was quickly forgotten when his hands began fondling her pussy from behind.

The snap of his pants and the crinkle of a condom wrapper sent a shiver down her spine. He stepped between her thighs and his hard erection prodded her wet and throbbing opening.

She grabbed the armrests and held tightly as he sheathed himself deep inside her pussy. He increased his speed and the pressure inside built again, swirling inside her like electric currents caught in a tornado. It was coming fast. Lights flashed inside her eyes and she crested wave after wave of ecstasy, screaming his name.

He jerked and stiffen inside her. His fingers dug into her hips and he thrust once more. She relished every second of their lovemaking sessions and was always disappointed when he finally withdrew, never wanting to break the connection.

She stood and turned just as his magnificent ass disappeared around the corner into the bathroom. Licking her lips, she smiled contentedly. Then bent and grabbed his pants and underwear from the floor and fled the bedroom to the hallway bathroom. She stuffed the clothes into the cabinets under the sink and then sprinted back to the bedroom.

Water was running in the sink. He hadn’t seen her leave. She grinned and slipped into the underwear and bra he’d stolen from her and tossed onto foot of the bed. Her dress was hanging on a hook on the inside of the bedroom door. She meandered over to it and slowly took it down and slipped it over her head.

His naked body stood in front of her when she turned to look for her shoes. A squeak of surprise slipped between her lips.

“Where are my pants, sugar?”

“What pants?”

“The ones that were laying on the floor next to the chair.”

She scrunched her eyebrows and tried to maintain a straight face. “I don’t have a clue. Did you take them with you into the bathroom?”

“They aren’t in the bathroom.”

“I think you should look in the bathroom.” She couldn’t keep a small giggle from sliding out.
Damn. Busted.

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed her around the waist again.

“Hey!”

Ignoring her protests, he ran his hand up her bare thigh, hooked his finger in her panties and tore them off.

“Hey! I know your pants aren’t up there!”

He snorted and dropped her on the edge of the bed. She tried to scramble backward, but the skirt of her dress hampered her movements. He knelt beside the bed, pulled her legs forward and draped them over his shoulders. His warm breath tickled her already swollen pussy.

“No, no, no! No more! Caiden!”

His tongue swiped across her clit and she gasped, stiffening in his arms. Still super sensitive from the last orgasm, every touch was magnified a hundred times. He nipped her labia and thrust his tongue deep inside her vagina several times before coming back to her little bud of nerves.

He sucked it into his mouth and pulled.

She shattered, rocking against his face, but he refused to release her clit. She grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheets and moaned. Every neuron fired at once and muscles clenched in her body from head to foot. A scream tore from her throat as another wave of pleasure pushed her even higher.
Death by pleasure.

Finally he released her from his mouth. She let her head sink back on the mattress and panted, trying to catch her breath. Her heart thumped hard against her ribs.

“Now, sugar.”

He crossed his arms over his muscled chest. His tattooed shoulder flexed oh-so-sexily. Damn. She loved tattoos. They would have to talk about her getting something to match his. All she had right now was a small rose on her ankle.

“Where are my pants?”

“In the bathroom.” She licked her lips and smiled.

He frowned and waited.

“In the hall.”

She hopped up on shaky legs and returned in a matter of a few second with his pants and underwear over her arm.

“Are you going to steal and hide my clothes again?”

She laid his pants on the bed and sauntered over to the dresser. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

A deep laugh rolled up from his chest. “At least you’re honest.”

“It was worth it,” she answered, pulling a new pair of panties from the top drawer and slipping into them.

6

Caiden pushed open his mother’s front door and gave Lina a slight shove into the house where he’d grown up with his brothers and sister. She’d been nervous over the past weeks about meeting the rest of his family. They’d stayed mostly to themselves while she recovered and rested, but there wasn’t really a reason to continue with their reclusive ways. Lina was back to normal and he needed to get back to work. Trevor and Harvey couldn’t hold the fort down indefinitely.

He’d been over the moon since she’d agreed to move in with him yesterday and he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her either. The fiasco with the clothes earlier had only fueled his libido more. The spunky little tart. He loved it.

“Lina! So good of you to finally allow our brother out of the house.” Harvey chuckled and swooped in to give her a quick hug. “We know you had him tied to that big bed of his.”

Bright red color swept across her cheeks. Caiden grinned and shook his head.

“Better him than me,” Lina answered back and laughed.

“Oh,” Harvey exclaimed and met his gaze. “I like her, Caiden.”

“Keep your mitts to yourself,” he answered and smiled.

His brother laughed and walked back into the kitchen where the rest of the family was gathered. The followed quietly, Caiden dropped both their coats on the couch in the living room.

“Caiden! Lina! So good to see you. I thought we’d never get you out of that house, dear girl. Caiden wouldn’t let any of us in, only the dishes of food.” His mother hugged him and then embraced Lina. “You know you have an open invitation to breakfast, lunch, or dinner.”

“Thank you. That’s very sweet.”

“It’s more of an order than a request, sugar.”

“Oh.” Her voice faltered.

“He’s joking,” Lizzy piped up. “Don’t listen to half of what he says. He likes to drive people crazy.” She held up two wine bottles. “White or red?”

“White, please,” Lina answered. “Thanks.”

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She glanced around the room. Trevor and Lorelei were standing a few feet away smiling. Lorelei waved and hurried over to give her hug.

“Hey girl,” she hugged the bubbly brunette. She could see why Trevor was hooked. Everything about Lorelei just screamed sweet and sassy. The sparkle in her eye said they would get along perfectly.

“So there’s a couple people here I don’t think you’ve met. Karen is here with her baby, Sadie, and her husband, Logan. He’s the giant standing over there with Harvey and the other guy that Lizzy can’t quit staring at every time she thinks no one is looking.”

Lina smirked. She felt sorry for the sole MacLaughlin girl. She couldn’t imagine having one older brother, much less three, especially ones as protective as Trevor, Harvey and Caiden.

“Who is the other guy?”

“Oh, he’s an army buddy of Logan’s. His name is Ethan Hart. He seems nice, but I only just met him today. But Lizzy said he’s been around off and on throughout the years. He’s good friends with Karen and Logan.”

“Are you talking about me?”

Lina took the glass of white wine from Lizzy’s outstretched hand.

“No, only about the object of your lustful glances,” Lorelei answered.

Lina snickered. These two women knew each other well. The glare Lizzy shot Lorelei could have frozen the Gulf of Mexico, but Lorelei just grinned.

“If you say anything, Lor, I’ll tell Trevor what you really want to try in the bedroom. Even if it grosses me out to talk about my brother’s sex life.”