Page 29 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
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’mfine.”
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 itsappearance, which was all he could ask for. He leaned in and took her mouth. “Did you want to come inside?”
She shook her head. “TìaPeggy’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 pulledaway. 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 wasnotwhere 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, butdamn. If there were a way to tell his younger self to get his act together a hell of a lot sooner becauseTrixiewas 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?”
