“Time for a real ride, kitten,” he said, and I held on for dear life.
27
Cade
Laura moaned and writhed in my lap as I fucked her. She was so goddamn sexy like this, straddled on my cock like a cowgirl. I loved it when she teased me, that she was once again, being playful and confident the way she’d used to be when we were together. I adored seeing the sexy side of her come out.
More than that, though, I loved taking control and driving her to such pleasure that she could only claw at my shoulders and moan my name.
I sucked at her throat, her shoulder, careful not to leave marks. I didn’t want Drew to ask her any odd questions until we’d had a chance to talk to him and tell him about me.
Because damn it, I was going to be in my son’s life. Finally! I was never leaving Laura again and I would never leave Drew. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life making Laura orgasm just like this, making her happy, making my son happy.
Laura pushed her body down hard on my cock, as each thrust of my cock entered her deep and hard. That sweet, hot pussy of hers making both of us wet and wild with desire, and that was all I could focus on. She felt so goddamn good, my fiery little kitten, and she was going to be all mine once again. I’d messed up and I’d hurt her, more badly than I’d ever realized, but I was going to make it right.
I kissed her as I sped up and fucked her even as she came on me, loving the feeling of her cum trickle down on us and hearing her cries go up in pitch, unable to control the desires of her body. Meanwhile, my climax hit me like a freight train, and I sucked at her gorgeous, heavy breasts, fingering her to prolong the feeling for both of us, feeling nothing short of euphoria.
We fell asleep right there on the couch, Laura resting her head on my chest, and I didn’t think anything about it except feel pure joy. It was natural to fall asleep like that. We were both so worn out, I wasn’t even aware that I was falling asleep—just that the next thing I knew, my phone was ringing.
I sat up, trying not to jostle Laura too much, and fumbled around trying to find it. It was ringing incessantly, and my stomach twisted when I saw who it was: Dad.
The phone also told me what time it was—early morning. Jesus, it was only just six. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t good, if it meant that Dad had to call me this early.
I slipped out from underneath Laura and answered the phone, standing up and grabbing my pants. “Hello?”
“Cade!” Dad barked. I winced and hoped that he wasn’t loud enough for Laura to hear. “What the hell is going on? What did you do? I thought you were better than this!”
“What are you talking about?” I hissed, trying to keep my voice down. I genuinely had no idea what my dad was talking about. What had I done?
Dad swore colorfully, something he rarely did. Shit. He was livid.
“I guess you haven’t checked your emails or messages, or even the damn news! Or social media! Lucky for you that I did! I had to, because I woke up to everyone talking about you and the altercation you got into last night with a woman. And not just any woman, oh no, but the mother of your child!”
My blood ran cold.
“How could you have had a child out of wedlock? When did this happen? What the fuck were you thinking? And how could you have let word of it slip out? Honestly, if you’re going to make mistakes the least you can do is sweep them under the carpet!”
This was exactly the kind of thing I’d wanted to protect Laura from. What Dad just said validated her argument. Livid as he was about me having a secret kid, he was probably more pissed at the mother of my child being Laura, a poor, working class woman with an absent father and a neglectful mother who’d grown up in a trailer park—my father’s worst nightmare.
Laura had been right to hide Drew from me and my family, if this was how my father was going to react. To hear him say such terrible things to her face, when she was young and pregnant and scared…I couldn’t even imagine. My blood boiled at the thought.
But there was no putting the cat back in the bag now. I had to figure out a way to fix this and deal with it.
“How did this get out?” I asked, my mind racing.
“Someone filmed the two of you arguing in some…museum or whatever and then followed you out to the street. They posted the video, and they know who you were—they described it as some kind of drama and it seemed that they’d posted it just for a laugh, but someone else realized who you were and spread it everywhere.”
I felt sick to my stomach. I had never felt this awful in my entire life.
Dad kept shouting about his re-election campaign and the plans to get me into office, my own career, the White House, all that nonsense. I couldn’t believe it. “Are you telling me that my child and his mother were just exposed cruelly on the news, and all you care about is your damn career?” I snapped.
“And your career,” Dad replied, still angry. “How will you ever—”
“You mean the career you planned for me, the career that you want?” I replied. “People are more important than careers, Dad, I can’t believe I have to tell you this. Get your damn team on this
