Eternal (27 page)

“I know,” I said. He kissed me until my head
spun.

When we landed in
New York
, it was business as usual. Cayden
left to continue filming while I went back to the estate, only this time there
were more bodyguards, and I never left the estate. I was trapped inside the
walls, not even able to go for a walk with Jayden. I had to settle for
wandering around the property inside the walls so I found a neat little spot to
sit in the garden in which I imagined being bloomed.

After a lengthy cell phone call from my friend
Jewel, who saw the press coverage and wanted to check on me, I heard Jayden’s
voice calling my name, “Winter....”

I turned to see him, standing stiff-armed. He
was much more serious than usual, and he was positioned directly behind me.
“What’s wrong?”

“I think you should come inside with me.”

Something was truly wrong.

“Is Cayden all right?”

“Yes. He is fine, please don’t worry,” Jayden
assured me.

 
“Jayden,”
I said. I left my spot in the garden and walked to his side. “Can I ask you to
do something for me?”

“Anything you need.”

“I only need one thing. What I am going to ask
of you is the most important request of my life, only I can’t tell you why I am
asking.”

Jayden removed his dark sunglasses and stared at
me. A strange emotion shot over his usual stoic face. “All right,” he replied.

“There may come a time in which I cannot stay
with Cayden.” I paused to gather my breath. I closed my eyes for a moment
before steeling myself and then looked back up at Jayden. “If this happens, I
need you to promise me you will stay with Cayden. Keep him safe. He is the most
important person in my life, more important than even myself. I could not live
if something happened to him. Promise me, Jayden. Promise you will keep him
safe.”

Jayden reached out and placed a massive hand on
the top of my right shoulder. “Winter, you have my word.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

No doubt something was going on, not to mention
extremely wrong, when Cayden came home on Wednesday afternoon instead of
Thursday night. It was also evident I wouldn’t be privy to what the trouble
was. I studied Cayden’s face when he came out from behind closed doors with
Zander, Race, and
Chandler
.
He was trying hard to hide something from me. I had no choice but to be calm
even if calm was the last thing I could accomplish. It seemed to set Cayden’s
mind at ease when life went on as usual, so I would go on as if nothing was
wrong.

“What do you want to do tonight?” Cayden asked.

“Let’s watch a movie,” I suggested.

Cayden smiled. “What do you want to watch?”

“One of your movies.”

“Why?” he asked as though I were crazy for even
mentioning it.

“I have never seen any of your work.” I fibbed a
bit. I’d seen pieces of his movie
Longing
.
“Please,” I begged.

“How about a classic or a good horror movie?”

“No.” I pouted and scrunched up my nose. “One of
yours.” I looked up at Cayden rather pathetically and fondled his stomach with
my fingers. “Please, please Cayden. Please, babe.”

“You know I can’t say no to you when you beg me
like that.”

“So is that a yes?” I asked

“Whatever you want, baby.”

I did a little bounce in place. A victory dance
of sorts.

“Do that again,” Cayden said with his crooked
guilty smile.

I looked at him a bit confused. “Do what?”

“That little jump you just did. It was extremely
pleasurable to watch.”

I smiled an evil grin. “This?” I said and
bounced in place again.

“Oh yeah,” Cayden said quiet sexy. “Again.”

“Cayden, you are being naughty.”

“I am,” he admitted. “Do it again.”

 
So I
conceded to his wish and did it again. His eyes flashed. He made a little
growling sound then reached out and touched my breasts.

“So you like them do you?”

He bit his bottom lip as he said, “Very much.”

I moved his hands. He frowned.

“Tell you what, babe. I’ll make you a deal.”

Cayden smiled his guilty crooked smile. He was
being a bad boy.

“What kind of a deal?” he inquired, almost sly.

“I will make us some popcorn. You get one of
your movies. I don’t care which one. Clear everyone out of the media room,
because it’s our movie night. We will watch your movie in the dark, and I will
let you touch them.”

“Really? So I can touch them and then what?” he
asked.

“Maybe I will even let you get to second base
and touch them under my shirt.”

I giggled. Cayden’s eyes glinted.

“And then what?” he asked.

I smiled.

“Maybe we can do a little heavy petting, perhaps
make out, too.”

“Deal!” he replied quickly, turning on his heels
and heading for the media room. It was then I heard him. I had to laugh.
“Everybody get the hell out! My baby and I are going to watch a movie, and we
want to be alone.”

Tactful
.

I made a huge bowl of popcorn, covered it in
butter and salt then proceeded into the media room. Cayden had come up with one
of his movies. I have no idea where it came from and I did not ask. The movie
was in the Blu-ray player. The lights were off, and Cayden was sitting with a
very large, very guilty smile on his face. He looked at me from beneath those
gorgeous dark thick lashes.

“You are going to be a bad boy, aren’t you?” I
asked, smiling impishly.

“Perhaps.” He watched me. “Right here,” he
directed, so I set the popcorn down on the table beside him. Once the bowl hit
the table, he pulled me onto his all too willing lap. “Mmm…just where I wanted
you.” He tapped my ass.

I looked Cayden straight in his cerulean eyes.
“Now, I do want to actually watch this movie,” I informed him before I pushed
play on the remote.

He reached over with one hand, grabbed a huge
pile of popcorn, and unceremoniously stuffed it into his mouth. His other hand
was on my ass. I giggled but started watching his movie. As in life, his
presence on the screen was mesmerizing. I felt his lips in my hair. On my neck.
I stayed focused on the movie while his hands wandered under my shirt where he
quickly located my bra, unhooking it. He was extremely skilled as well as
speedy at unhooking my bras. I glanced at him briefly.

His dark blue eyes flickered. “You said I
could.” Cayden flashed me his bright white smile, teeth glimmering.

“Okay, but I really am watching this movie. And
by the way, you are wonderful,” I said.

He grinned as his warm hand cupped my right
breast. “Thanks, I try.”

“I mean you are wonderful in this movie.”

Cayden’s low even laugh was his response.

I continued to watch the movie on the big screen
while Cayden continued his expedition with my body. It was rather weird and
wonderful to be watching him on the TV, sitting in his lap, and feeling his
warm hands roam over my skin. Then again, it was a dream come true, all things
Cayden in real life as well as in fantasy. He was extremely sexy on the screen
but even sexier in real life. I was happy to have the real life version with
me.

As I watched, an action scene caught and held my
attention, mixed in with Cayden’s two warm hands on both of my breasts. His
lips were at my ear whispering naughty things.

I protested. “Cayden, this is a really good
part.”

“I can tell you what happens.” He laughed.

“Yeah, but that will ruin the movie if you tell
me.”

“Come on, baby. I want to make out now,” he
pled. He kissed me. I tasted butter mixed with the salt from the popcorn still
on his lips.

His tongue danced with mine for a long time
before he pulled back and began sucking my lower lip. I giggled. He kissed down
my jaw until he came to the side of my neck.

“We haven’t finished our heavy petting yet,” I
commented, unzipping his pants.

Cayden’s voice changed as he spoke. It was
eager. “You are right. I changed my mind. Let’s do the heavy petting.”

 
I kept my
gaze on the screen. I also put my hands down his pants. It was extremely hard
to watch the movie, so I gave up looking at the screen and turned my interest
to him. Cayden was enormously into the heavy petting portion of our evening. I
love to watch the expressions on his face when I touch him, not to mention the
sounds he makes when I stroke him. As usual, I wasn’t disappointed with his
expressions or his low groans. I wrapped my hand around him. He pulsated,
throbbed in my hand.

“Cayden, please take off your shirt. My hands
are busy with your cock at the moment.”

“Anything you want,” he said, removing it. He
smirked. “Say that again.”

I acted innocent, batting my lashes. “What? Your
cock?”

“Shit, baby,” he said. “I love it when you talk
dirty.”

My lips found his chest. Cayden’s hands tangled
in my hair. I slid from his lap. My knees hit the floor. He smiled when I
scooted up between his legs.

“Um…I think your pants need to go too.” So I
tugged them off with his help.

“Take off your shirt,” he instructed.

I conceded to his request by pulling it up over
my head and off. My hair fell down over my shoulders. Cayden stared at me. Blue
eyes blazing. His hands moved my hair as his warm wet mouth caressed my
breasts. He shot a current of pleasure through me when his teeth lightly bit my
right nipple then my left. He gently sucked each of them, followed by blowing
his warm breath across the perky pink tips. I moaned. My nipples peaked hard.

“Nice…,” he whispered appreciatively.

“Cayden,” I said as my hand moved along the
girth and length of him. “This is very nice too. Nothing about you could ever
be improved upon.”
 
He gave me his
crooked grin.

“Tell me what you are going to do, baby.”

I looked up at him, my mouth inches from my
goal. “I’m going to suck your cock, babe.”

Cayden’s lids lowered, hungry looking. “You like
my cock, baby?”

My lips moved toward his perfect creation that I
held in the palm of my hand, almost touching the tip. “Yes.”

“Glad you like it,” he said in his scintillating
voice.

“Oh, I love it,” I confirmed. “And Cayden….”

“Yes, baby?”

“You’re going to touch my breasts while I'm
sucking you.”

Cayden let out a low groan in response and
shifted on the couch. He seemed to sink deeper into the leather cushion as my
lips, mouth, and tongue found pleasure. He let out a low almost growl when I
took him in my mouth. I moaned as he played with my nipples and watched me suck
him. Cayden’s voice rang out over the speakers. The light in the room flickered
from bright to dim as the images of his movie changed on the screen behind me.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, sucked the tip then took him
all the way into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Cayden’s hands
moved from my breasts. He touched my face, urging my mouth to stop. I slid my
mouth up the length of him slowly before I stopped with one last suck. His
fingers outlined my lips while I did this.

“Damn, baby,” he said breathless. Cayden hefted
me up onto his lap. My legs straddled him.

“Did you like that?” I whispered in his ear. My
tongue flicked his earlobe.

“Yes, I love it,” he said. His hands found my
waist. He rocked me against him.

“Then why did you stop me?” My teeth grazed upon
his flesh, nibbling down his neck.

“Because I want to touch you,” he confirmed.

My lips and tongue swiped over his lips. “You
are so delicious.”

He let out a low laugh that vibrated off my
mouth. I breathed him in.

“Winter, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You have, have you?”

“Yes.”

“What have you been thinking about?”

“About touching you, kissing you, spreading you
wide and tasting you,” he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my bare
breasts to his bare chest. He slicked his tongue over my shoulder. “I cannot
get enough of you. I can never get enough of you, Winter.”

And I knew exactly what he meant. I could never
get enough of him either.

Cayden kissed my neck then bit it gently before
he started sucking the soft supple flesh, raising the blood to the surface. It
was fabulous. I moaned at this feeling of being consumed. It sent chills over
the entire surface of my skin and made my sex quiver.

“You’re shaking.” He breathed against my neck.
Cayden placed his lips to my overactive pulse. “And your heart is racing.”