Page 68 of It's Going to Be a Chrome Christmas
“Trix.” He waited for her to look at him before continuing. “I own one thing in my life that I didn’t steal or cheat to get. It’s not valuable, not in a monetary sense, but here.” He touched his chest over his heart. “It’s the one thing I have on me, and I’m giving it to you.”
She clutched it to her chest. “Thank you,” she said with sincerity. “I love it.”
“Keep it safe for me,” he told her. “I mean to take it back and exchange it for a ring on your finger.”
Not a hint of terror crossed her face as she smiled at him. “Who said I’d be willing to exchange? I want both the necklace and the ring.”
Cayden crushed her mouth to his. He couldn’t hold back anymore. They fumbled to get her jeans off and his undone. He flipped her down onto the couch. She put the necklace on, clasping it under her thick hair. The moment he saw that silly coin nestled between her breasts he lost all train of thought except getting inside her.
She was so wet, she took him easily. Fuck, she felt so good. Silky and hot. He groaned against her. “This is going to be fast, baby.”
She lifted her hips up, taking more of him into her. “Just promise me it won’t be the last time.”
“Never,” he vowed. He planned on taking her many more times today and through the night. Cayden pumped himself into her, never looking away from those chocolate brown eyes he loved so much. She reached up and laced their fingers together.
“I love you,” he told her. She fit him in every way. Not for the first time did Cayden think how lucky he’d been to have been standing in the kitchen when Mrs. Wynn had come in with that repaired photo of Mr. Wynn and Bobby Romero.
She nodded. “I know. I need it to be enough, Cayden. I need you to love me enough to come back to me.”
His body convulsed at her pleas. He felt his balls tighten as her walls quaked around him. His vision blurred, but he refused to look away from her. She was so beautiful when she was in the throes of orgasm.
He kissed the back of her hands still laced with his. “Every second of every day.”
She smiled up at him. “I’ll never look at the moon the same way again.”
Cayden felt his deflating cock slide out of her. He reached down and froze. “Shit.” He hadn’t worn a condom.
Trixie blinked in confusion, not understanding what he was looking at. Other than their connected bodies, that is, but his “shit” comment had not been in admiration. In retrospect, shehadfelt something different during this bout of lovemaking, butshe hadn’t placed it until she looked down to see his bare cock. They’d just had unprotected sex. Her heart and emotions were already going haywire with the deal he’d just made with her brother. The consequences of this mistake… She couldn’t handle that right now.
He looked horrified. Like he’d just broken his favorite toy.
She forced herself to sit up. She’d already cried herself out and she had no desire to spend however little time they had left together being angry. “Cayden.” She took his hands, trying to get his attention. “Baby, it’s okay. I just came off my period, remember?”
“I never wanted… I didn’t mean…”
“I know.” Trixie pushed herself forward. His jeans were around his knees and they both were still wearing their shirts. Well,hisshirts. She liked wearing his shirts. “I’ll run to the pharmacy and get a morning-after pill. I’m fine,” she promised him. “I’ll be fine.”
He shook his head. “I can’t believe I did that.”
She took his face in her hands. “It takes two,” she reminded him. “I felt something was different and I didn’t say anything either.”
He pressed the heel of his hand into his forehead. “Shit. You need to get on birth control.”
She cocked her head. “I’m not sure it works like that?—”
Cayden grabbed her up onto his lap. “I mean for us in the future. Because after being inside you raw… Damn, baby, I never want there to be anything separating us again.”
Relief flowed through her. He wasn’t angry. She let out a laugh. “I’ll look into it.”
“Good.” He stood them up, letting his pants fall to the floor. He awkwardly stepped out of them. She noticed he was wearing sneakers. She couldn’t remember ever seeing him without his boots before. He lifted her up into his arms.
“Where are we going?” she asked, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“I assume you cleaned up the bedroom?”
He started walking in that direction before she even responded. “Of course.Mihermanocertainly knows how to make a mess.”
“Then I’m taking you back to bed and,” his nose scrunched, “to the stupid-ass condoms.”
