Boxed Set: Intercepted by Love (The Complete Collection): Books One - Book Six (19 page)

Cade couldn’t get enough of everything Andie, from her sexy fragrance to the texture of her hair, to the bounteous breasts and soft curves, to her smooth skin. Heck, he even loved her freckles and would happily count them all.

After the tourist traps, Cade and Andie had gone home to walk their dogs, and shower and dress for their evening at the Hollywood Bowl. He was able to snag box seats from his team manager and order a gourmet picnic dinner which came in a wicker basket.

True, they had to share the box, which had four seats and two tables, with another couple from the team, but the night was romantic enough that after a bit of small talk, each couple retreated into their own worlds.

Tonight was going to be perfect. He crossed his fingers under the table.

“You didn’t get us the vegan picnic, did you?” Andie whispered in Cade’s ear as the other player’s date moaned over her vegan hotdog. It looked like congealed barf with bits of orange, green, and brown speckled inside a burnt mustard yellow roll.

“We have to keep our food upwind from theirs or she’ll get nauseous.” He chuckled, taking the covered plates from the basket. “Try pan seared flat iron steak with horseradish cream and Yukon gold potato salad with apple crisps.”

“Mmm … you’re my kind of guy. Meat and potatoes.”

“And … chocolate cheesecake for dessert.”

“I’m going to have to start working out if you keep feeding me.”

“I’ll be glad to offer you an exercise regimen that’ll have you working out and sweating and crying for more,” he muttered beneath his breath.

She blushed, oh, so bright red, as she wiggled her shoulders and licked her lower lip, but turned her attention to the food.

Was she nervous about the evening? Something was up. Ever since she ran into the Matt Damon fan, Andie had been more reserved than usual. They hadn’t even teased each other while walking the dogs, and now she was avoiding his sexual innuendo.

He had the feeling the guy was harassing Andie, but she insisted she was fine. Cade turned his attention to the food, laying it out on their shared table. It was probably nothing. He was still stressed out about Roxanne, and she sensed the tension. The waiting game over the baby was always in the back of his mind.

He checked his text messages before silencing his phone for the concert. No news was good news, right?

Andie wormed her hand into his after he put his phone away. “Everything okay?”

“Rob hasn’t texted me or anything. Guess they’ll keep her overnight.”

“Everything will be okay. They have monitors on her, and I’m sure she’s worried about the baby, too.”

“You’re right. She was just stressed this morning about her work. Probably in shock at having to stay in bed for the next four weeks.”

“Try not to worry. The food’s delicious, and I love everything about this place. The sunset, the cool breeze and how it’s not humid and sticky. Everyone’s so friendly.” Andie glanced at their box mates and smiled.

“Yeah, I kind of intruded last minute. They would have had this box to themselves because Joey cancelled his date.”

“Who’s Joey?”

“A good buddy of mine. We went to college together. He’s a wide receiver, so we’re always practicing and in the same drills.”

“His loss is our good luck.” Andie came around the table and snuggled into his lap. “Guess we didn’t need both of the seats after all.”

“Perfect position for me to feed you the chocolate mousse.” Cade spooned a dollop into his mouth and angled his lips over hers.

# # #

The concert ended with Tchaikovsky’s 1812 overture, complete with cannons and fireworks. Andie’s lips were locked to Cade’s, and she didn’t want to ever let him go.

Around them, people were getting up and exiting, but she was in her own little bubble with the most exciting man on the planet.

They really needed to get a room, but there was no sense hurrying to the parking lot only to wait in a long line of cars. The evening had cooled quite a bit, but she was warm, even hot, being wrapped in Cade’s arms.

“Thanks for being so wonderful,” she said when they finally came up for air.

“You are the one who’s wonderful.” His eyes were two deep pools of blue. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“You want to get even luckier?” She winked and ran her fingertips down the side of his neck.

He swallowed hard and shifted underneath her, putting a hand in his pocket. She’d take that as a yes. Too bad they couldn’t make a mad dash to somewhere more private.

Cade glanced around and licked his lips, removing his hand from his pocket. His knee jittered and he cleared his throat.

Uh oh. Had she said the wrong thing? Been too forward? What if he really did see them as two roommates enjoying a night out together? He seemed to want her to get off his lap, so Andie scooted onto one of the chairs vacated by the other couple.

“Everything okay?”

Cade wiped his hand across his forehead and nodded. Leaning forward, he took ahold of Andie’s hand and held it to his chest. “Andie, I have something important to say to you.”

No. He was going to let her down gently. After the beautiful day, the fun they’d had, and the awesome concert. It was always the same. She overreached and guys ran from her. They’d say they would call, and she’d never hear from them again.

Andie couldn’t bear to look in Cade’s eyes, but he tipped her chin and she couldn’t look away.

“I told you once that I loved you,” Cade said. “That was back in Itasca, when I claimed to be another man.”

Andie bit her lip. Where was this going? Even though he’d given her a false name and hidden his identity as a football player, he was still the same Cade underneath. She swallowed a lump in her throat. What if the impending birth of his baby made him rethink whether to have her in his life?

“Hey, you look worried.” He brushed a finger over her brow and blew out a short breath. “I’m nervous, too.”

“About what, Cade?” She couldn’t help blinking. “Are you trying to let me down gently? I had a wonderful time tonight, but I know you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

“Let’s not think of that, okay? What I’m trying to say is …” he paused, looking more and more distressed.

Andie put a finger up. “It’s okay, don’t say more. Roxanne’s moving in with you and so is your mother. I can step aside. You’ve been so kind to me, letting me stay at your place. I’ll try and find an apartment next week and get out of your way.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to do. I’m not good at this.” He placed a box in her hand. “For you.”

“A gift?” Andie’s breath hitched, and butterfly wings fluttered in her belly. Her fingers trembling, she opened it.

A necklace with a sparkling ruby red slippers charm winked at her from the box.

She gasped as happiness gushed from her heart. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Cade whispered.

“Of course I will.” She threw her arms around him. “I’ll always be yours. How did you know that was my wish?”

His eyebrows jolted up in mock surprise. “You wished for ruby red slippers?”

“No, silly. I wished for you, and for your baby to be okay.”

“Then we asked for the same thing. I love you, Andie. I might not know exactly how to act as your boyfriend, because I’ve never been anyone’s boyfriend before, but I’ll try to always put you first.”

“I feel the same about you, Cade.” She pressed her lips gently over his. Now would be the time to tell him she loved him, but she didn’t want him to think she only said it because he’d said it first.

Instead, she kissed him with every ounce of love and affection she could muster. Next time, she’d plan a surprise for him and give him the special, loved feeling he’d given her.

Cade wanted to take it slow and make this evening romantic, but damn it all, having Andie so close in the Porsche, surrounded by the traffic streaming out of the Hollywood Bowl parking lot was driving him nuts.

They’d gone beyond necking and kissing, and had been groping and humping when a security officer tapped at their table and cleared his throat loudly.

Dimly, he was aware of a few gawkers, likely tourists with their camera phones pointed at them, but it was dark and hopefully he hadn’t been recognized as they ran for the parking lot. Unfortunately, the traffic had yet to disperse, and now he was stuck in the car with a huge case of hard-on.

Cade swore under his breath at the police officers who blocked his lane to allow a tour bus to cut through, and when he finally idled to the street, he roared the opposite direction of the rest of the cars heading toward the freeway.

He lived up in the hills and he knew the backroads.

“What’s the rush, babe?” Andie giggled and caressed his thigh.

As if she didn’t know.

Naughty girl. She moved her greedy hand to his crotch and stroked him, long and hard.

“Ohhh …” Cade couldn’t help the groan, and it was all he could do to keep his foot on the gas. Squealing his tires around the corner, he bounced onto his driveway and yanked her from the car. “Upstairs.”

“Whoa, Cade, one word sentences?” She gave his pants a final tweak.

She had no clue how hard he was for her, and how close he came to fucking her senseless in the middle of his driveway. All day, he’d been turned on and hot. It was unbearable.

Picking her up with one arm, he smothered her open mouth, slamming his tongue with hers. Her legs crushed around his waist with a vise-grip, and her arms hooked his neck. Damn. She was devouring him, taking from his lips and tongue, sucking and biting, her fingernails clawing his back.

Breathlessly, he tore through the front door and sprinted up the spiral staircase. They landed on the bed together in a frenzy of hands and fingers, ripping and clawing at their clothing.

He pounced on her, unhooking her bra and diving into the luscious mounds of her breasts. He could suck them seven ways ’til Sunday and not get enough.

Her head whipped back and forth on the pillow, and she moaned loudly as he exchanged nipples. Damn, she was so hot, so bewitching, he ached, desperate to get inside her.

Unable to wait and be a gentleman, he couldn’t help lifting her skirt. Holy hell! She wasn’t wearing panties. Had he known, he would have had her in his lap at the concert. His fingers slipped into her hot, soaking flesh and he almost came with a gush.

Her legs clamped and she tightened around his finger as he slid it in and out, then joined it with a second one. Her clit was already plump and swollen as he caressed it with his thumb.

“Cade, please,” she gasped. “Inside.”

She pushed his hand away and wiggled from her skirt, tossing it off the bed. Then, turning determined eyes on him, she unzipped him and grabbed his dick, firm and hard, stroking him from balls to tip and back.

The zinging feeling was like the bell ringing at the top of a carnival game. Shit. He’d probably come if she kept doing that, and he hadn’t even gotten to feast on her pussy the way he’d been dreaming of.

This time, he stilled her hand and called a time out while he fumbled with the condom wrapper.

Andie was quicker. She ripped another one with her teeth and sheathed him.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he muttered as he flipped her onto her back.

She spread her legs, and he got a glorious view of her slick, pink parts, before she sat up suddenly, shoved him hard and pushed him onto his back. His head slammed against the padded headboard, and she was on top of him, easing her sweet love channel over his huge, hard erection.

Inch, by sweet inch, she surrounded him, her eyes half closed, and her breasts bouncing and jiggling. Cade couldn’t control the jerking of his hips. His hands were busy with her breasts, and all he could do was stare in wonder at the wild redheaded woman riding him.

He couldn’t let himself come so quickly, despite that throbbing sensation over his cock. It wasn’t fair, except he couldn’t keep his eyes from the junction of their joining, the image of his cock standing straight up with Andie’s luscious pussy squeezing it, up and down, and up and down. He focused on her pleasure. He couldn’t come yet and spoil it, so he counted backwards and recited the times table in his head, missing all the numbers. With one hand over her breast and the other one tickling her clit, he forced his gaze from the red thatch of hair between her legs to her face.

What he saw made him detonate. Andie’s mouth was wide open, her head thrown back in sheer pleasure and pink, everywhere pink flushed her entire body. Her hands over his shoulders, she dug her fingernails into his skin, flung her head back and screamed.

At the same time, pulsating sensations squeezed his cock, and his throbbing went out of control. He was rough, he was hard, and he grabbed her hips, and jerked her into his explosion, banging his dick deep inside her in the most awesome orgasm he’d ever experienced.

If this was dying and going to heaven, he didn’t know of a better way than with his angel, Andie. Sweet, sweet Andie.

She collapsed over him, her kisses messy and sloppy. She could barely breathe as she panted his name over and over again.

# # #

Andie lifted her head from Cade’s hard, hot chest, unable to believe the way she’d greedily rode his huge cock. She wasn’t this type of woman. She’d never been this wild, this crazy, this wanton.

What must Cade think of her? First he found out about her kissing Ronaldo, and now this? Just because he’d asked her to be his girlfriend?

Well, at least it’s more appropriate than when you fucked him at the Watkin’s Peak after the snow biking accident and you didn’t even have the ruby red slippers from Oz.

“I’m sorry. I lost control.” She couldn’t help giggling at the memory of her ruby red slippers pendant dangling in his face while she bucked up and down over him.

He twitched inside of her, still erect, and grinned. “You’re mine now. There is no controlling it. Ready for another round?”

“I, uh, wow. Really?” Her pussy throbbed against his shaft, and she hated to get off, except they needed a fresh condom. “I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”

“Wimp.” He gripped the base of his cock over the condom and pulled back. “Don’t worry. I’ve been saving these babies just for you.”

“Buh-babies?” She hiccupped, but calmed when he dangled a strip of wrapped condoms.

“Sorry, bad pun.”

She tried to swallow her disappointment and jealousy all rolled into one, but failed miserably. No matter what, Roxanne’s baby would always come between them.

“Hey, time for some cuddling.” Cade rolled back the bedcover after disposing the condom in the wastebasket.

“Oh, no, not yet.” The night was still young, and she hadn’t taken her fill of fantasy yet. “Show me what kink you have in that movie cabinet.” She licked her lips and writhed on the sheets. “Come on, outlaw, think you can tie me up and give me a whipping?”

A wicked gleam stretched his mouth in to grin. “You’re really into that?”

She felt her face broil as hot lava surged in her veins. “If it was good enough for Michal, tied up and blindfolded in David’s tower of torture …”

“You’re killing me, you and your King David fetish.” He crawled toward her, like a predator eyeing his prey, and she couldn’t help focusing on his pink and juicy dick.

Holy hot links. He was already fully erect. What was he? Superhuman?

He glided under the covers and pointed a remote to the curtains covering the movie screen. With a flick of his finger, he brought the projection TV to life and scrolled through his video library.

She couldn’t help blushing at the titles. Hot prickles erupted over her exposed skin, and she suddenly wasn’t able to get enough air.

“Welcome to my world, Miss Wales.” He gestured with the controller, and the opening sequence of
Fifty Shades of Grey
with its pulsing soundtrack surrounded them on the wall.

Andie had never felt more exposed and out of control. Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, she took Cade’s outstretched hand and slid between the smooth, satin sheets.

The lights darkened, and the cuffs clicked, thankfully padded. Her hands were tied above her head, secured to the wrought iron bed post. She closed her eyes, hearing rather than seeing the movie. Something about an interview, she wasn’t missing much.

Cade’s mouth and fingers were alternately hard and soft over her sensitive skin. His body, large and masterful took control of her as sensations flooded her.

He kissed her, and tongued her, nipped her, surprising her, and then rubbing his stubble against her nipples, her chest, and her belly.

Andie couldn’t believe the guttural moans coursing through her throat or the sweet and tingly pleasure that warmed her to the core. Every spot he touched, teased, pinched, and bit sprouted alive with fierce desire, but her hands were tied.

All she could do was squeal and wiggle, arch and push against him. Beg. “Please, Cade, please.”

She was oblivious to the dialogue on screen and in any case, they had yet to get to the good parts. She, with Cade, was already in the red room, only it was the black and silver room, the dark room.

He raised himself above her and lifted her head, then tied a black cloth over her eyes.

“I’m no longer Cade,” he growled in her ears. “I’m any man you want me to be. Reach deep into your fantasies, and I’ll make them come alive.”

“Ahhh …” She screamed when he raked her with a hard object, then cried out as a thousand stinging whips flailed her already aroused skin.

It. Felt. Incredible.

The pain was surface, but deep inside, she was aroused to the hilt. She was Michal, wed to King David as a prize—purchased with the bloody tale of two hundred dead Philistines. She was Michal, when she was brought to his tower, hidden in a rug, and she was Michal, the day David in a rage, put a hood over her head and led her away as a prisoner to be executed and loved. Loved and lost, then found again.

His scratchy face was thick against her thighs, rubbing up and down as his wide shoulders pressed her legs apart, exposing her like an offering.

She was wet, soaking, probably gushing, and she moaned with relief when his tongue lapped and laved her juices, up and down and around her swollen clit.

Something hard was stuffed into her and she yelped with a jolt. It wasn’t his cock. Couldn’t be, because his mouth was smashed over her pussy as his clever tongue tangoed with her clit.

Andie felt her eyes roll to the back of her head and her throat go dry as pleasure shot from between her legs and circled higher and higher.

He fucked her with the ridged object. Was it the braided leather handle of the flail that flogged her earlier? Whatever.

She wanted him inside when she came. Not the handle. Not King David. No one, but Cade.

“Please—Cade—You—” Her words came out staccato, short and cut between ragged gasps. “In—Me.”

The sound of the condom wrapper being ripped was a blessing. The music in the movie reached a high peak, and Cade was plunging into her, fast and hard.

She gripped him tight with her legs around his waist as she bucked and bounced, pulling against the cuffs. The wall of his chest smacked her breasts, and his hips pistoned like a jackhammer, fucking her harder than he’d ever done before.

A deep upwelling of pleasure rumbled from her insides to swallow her entire body. It blasted through her core and zapped her every nerve. Her moans blended with whatever was going on in the movie and like being hit by a Mack truck, her orgasm crashed and pulverized her from screaming head to twitching toes.

“I love you, Cade. I love you, love you, love you.” Her utterances reverberated as she and Cade tangled in the throes of their conjoined climax.