Kresley looked around at all of them, especially Birdie, who had been quiet for the most part. And she’s never quiet. All four women’s faces staring back at her had the same resolute look. It said “either you fix it or we will”. Kresley didn’t hesitate, anxious at the thought of them butting in more than they already do. Kresley picked up her phone and text Cade.
Kresley: Hey
Cade: Hey you. I miss your face
Kresley: Will you come over here? And before you answer, I’ll go ahead and say this now before you get here….I love you Cade. So much.
Cade: Thank you, God. I’m on my way. I love you too. More than words can say. Be right there baby.
Kresley: Be safe.
Kresley announced to her sisters and Grace, who all stood there with knowing, happy looks, that Cade was on his way over and for them to get gone. She wanted and needed a few moments to get her thoughts together before Cade arrived. She watched her tribe wave goodbye and head out the door. Francie, before closing her door, stated that she had finished up her work and was leaving. She’d wait for Cade and lock up and turn on the alarm afterwards. Kres nodded her thanks and closed the door behind her. While she waited, Kresley paced her living room, walking from one side to the other. Her stomach was a bundle of nerves. She looked skyward. Please let this go well. Please?
Within a few minutes a hard knock sounded at her door and she opened it quickly. There, standing quietly, was her man. Cade. Who could be an asshole at times. Who was sweet, caring, gorgeous to look at and was hard as a rock when she needed protection or stability. He kissed like nothing she had ever had before and the way he made her feel when he made love to her, it was special. He humbled her with his kindness. He was her everything. And she wasn’t letting that go. Ever. She opened her arms to the dark, dangerous looking man who stood so much taller than her. Cade didn’t hesitate. He fell towards her as if she was his only chance at breathing. She took him in to her arms and held on tight.
Cade lifted Kresley up by her butt and told her to hold on with her legs. Kresley wrapped her legs around Cade’s waist, cherishing the feel of his hands cradling her so close. He walked over to the couch and sat down, with Kresley straddling his lap. Her face, buried in his neck, her arms wrapped around his stomach and sides. She shoved her hands underneath him at his back, until they were wedged between him and the couch cushion. Kresley was holding on to him like a little monkey. And he loved it. “I’m so sorry baby. You have no idea how absolutely sorry I am for saying those things to you. And honestly, I didn’t mean what I said. I was so scared, and I let that fear feed my anger. It was the wrong thing to do and now I know better. And I also know you’ve really got a temper and can let loose, too, when needed. But I’m glad you called me on all of my shit. I needed you to fire back at me”, Cade stated, rubbing Kresley’s back, her butt, her thighs. He drove both hands into her hair, caressing her fiery red strands, pulling them through his fingers until they sifted softly through, to only repeat the process over and over.
Not once did he try to force her to raise her head to look at him. He let her be how she wanted to be, buried into him as much as she wanted, for as long as she wanted. He could feel her warm breath on his throat, her soft, wet lips, open there, not kissing him, not sucking on him, just slightly open, cradling him. Cade pulled her hips harder against his and adjusted her legs to be more comfortable. Kresley stirred at that, allowing her head to raise until she could look Cade into the eyes. What he saw there totally brought him to his knees, figuratively and he knew it would have been literally if he had been standing.
His Kresley, with tears streaming down her cheeks, had such a beautiful smile on her face. A smile just for him. He didn’t deserve it. But he’d take it. He’d take it and hoard it from anyone else to get to see. It was just for him. Kresley adjusted herself over Cade and her thigh rubbed against his, brushing against his pocket. It reminded Cade of what was in his pocket, what had been sitting in his pocket for weeks now. He’d been waiting for the right time to show it to her. Wanting to have the perfect moment. Just them. No one else. He wanted some grand plan, some hugely fantastic, over the top plan
