Page 125 of Resisting Temptation (Men of Honor 3)
His hands grips my hips tightly, and halts my rhythm. “Fuck me, Red. You’ve got to stop, baby, before I end up ripping your panties off and fucking you right here.”
“Yes, do it,” I plead breathlessly. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Not here, baby.”
“Yes! Here and now.”
He groans in frustration then weaves his fingers in my hair, gripping the strands firmly, and forces my mouth away. I whimper in protest and try to fight against it.
“Goddamn it, Red, I need you to stop. I want to fuck you more than anything right now, but a bunch of people are about to come out of that church and your papa already wants to fucking shoot me as it is. And I’m pretty sure he will do it if he walks out to see me fucking your brains out.”
His words finally break through my sexual fog and I sigh in defeat. “All right, I guess my papa does kind of want to shoot you. He’s a little mad at you.”
He grunts. “Not a little mad, he is pissed, and I wouldn’t put it past him to pull his gun. So please don’t add to the list of things he already wants to shoot me for.”
I bite back a smile. “Don’t worry, Walker. He’s a God-fearing man, and he cares too much about securing a spot with the big guy up stairs.” I lean in and give him a gentle kiss. “Besides, I wouldn’t let him shoot you anyway… Well, maybe in the foot, but nowhere else.”
I giggle when he gives me his usual hard stare then press one more quick kiss to his lips before moving back over to my spot. I make sure to crawl across slowly and give him a show. I hear his growl before feeling the sharp sting of his hand on my ass. I bite my lip to stop from moaning, but it slips past anyway.
“Hurry up and put your fucking seatbelt on, Red,” he orders roughly, his voice sounding like sandpaper.
Just as I get in my seat and grab my seatbelt, he hits the gas. I rest my head back against the headrest and study his profile as he drives, scared to take my eyes off him for fear he’ll disappear and this won’t be real. Silence fills the truck for the first few minutes and I become plagued with so many questions, but I don’t know what to ask first. When we start to head out of town I decide to start with an easy one. “Where are we going?”
I try to keep my tone easy, but don’t succeed. He glances over at me and reaches for my hand before engulfing it in his own. “You’ll see soon, baby. We’re almost there.”
My curiosity piques, but it isn’t long before my question is answered and we pull up to an older Victorian-styled house just down the gravel road from Jaxson and Julia’s. It’s white with burgundy trim, and large, white pillars with a massive wrap-around porch that steals my breath. But what has my heart pounding in my chest is the big SOLD sign that’s staked in the front lawn.
I look back at Cade to see him looking nervous and unsure. “Cade, where are we?” I’m pretty sure I know the answer but I don’t want to get my hopes up and be wrong.
Instead of answering, he gets out of the truck and walks around to help me down. After slamming the door, he turns to me with his expression somber, and offers me his hand. “Walk with me, Red.”
I feel nervous as I place my hand in his and wonder what’s going on as he starts walking us across the large property toward a big, white and burgundy barn in the distance.
“I flew to Colorado and visited my sister’s grave for the first time.”
My gaze snaps to his and my heart twists at the pain in his expression. “I wish you would have told me. I could have come with you.”
He shakes his head. “It’s something I had to do myself, Red.”
I nod, because even though I wish I could have been there for him, I understand that he needed to do it alone. “And how did it go?” I ask softly, scared to hear his answer.
“It hurt like a motherfucker; it still does.”
His gruff voice has tears stinging my eyes and I wish more than anything I could take his pain away. “I’m so sorry,” I choke out lamely, knowing it means nothing.
When we reach the barn, he releases my hand and leans back against it. He shoves his hands in his pockets, and looks at the ground as he kicks the dirt. He looks like a vulnerable boy rather than the strong man I know he is.
“I’m not sure what hurt more—finally dealing with the fact that she’s dead and never coming back, or that I never went to see her before because it hurt too fucking much.”
Needing to touch him and offer some comfort, I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. “She knows you love her, Cade.”
He expels a disbelieving breath and shakes his head. “How, Red? How would she know that? I never even let myself fucking think about her. I pretended she didn’t even fucking exist because it hurt too goddamn bad, it still fucking does, and I’m starting to fucking think it’s never going to go away.” He looks away from me when his voice cracks and his eyes brim with unshed tears.
My throat burns as I try to swallow back my own emotion so I can speak. “It’s going to hurt a lot right now because, even though she’s been gone a long time, you’re just starting to accept it.”
I watch his jaw clench as he struggles to hold in his pain, but no matter how hard he tries, a single tear slips past the corner of his eye. Despite my efforts to hold my tears at bay, his release causes my own spill down my cheeks.
