Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (26 page)

“Bedroom,” I said, still panting slightly, and
Cade nodded. Instead of letting me get up, though, he reached down, looped his
arms underneath the curve of my ass, and carefully stood. I let out a surprised
yelp as he held me there without any sign of strain at all.

“Where?”

I pointed, and Cade shifted my body against
his before heading towards the hallway that hid my bedroom. I kissed along the
line of his neck, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the roughness of a
little patch of stubble right at his jaw. My nipples ached in a way that they
hadn’t since I’d weaned Addie, so hard I was sure that Cade could feel them
through my bra and shirt and his altogether.

He kicked open my half-closed door, and I
stopped him just long enough to flip the light switch on; my room was a mess,
but I didn’t even care. I didn’t just want to feel him, I wanted to see him
—
every inch of him.

He dropped me carefully onto my messy, unmade
bed, and then immediately he was on top of me. I could feel the hard ridge of
his cock straining against the fly of his jeans as he pressed his hips against
mine. He kissed me again and again, hands roaming over my body, and I realized
that our clothes were falling away. One moment I was more or less fully
clothed, and the next instant, I was down to my bra and panties.

Cade’s hands moved up and cupped my breasts
through the thin, lacy fabric of one of my few pretty bras, and I moaned at the
heat of his hands against my sensitive nipples. I could feel through the
fabric, and I wanted more.

I managed to get his shirt off and the fly of his
jeans open, and all at once we were both naked, touching each other everywhere,
kissing each other over and over again until I was breathless and giddy.

I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock
pressed against my hip as we shifted and writhed together, our hands wandering.
I could feel how soaking wet I was, how turned on I already was. I had no idea
how long we had been building it up, but it felt somehow like it had been mere
minutes and hours all at the same time.

I reached down between my body and Cade’s and
found his erection by touch. I wanted it inside of me so badly I could almost
taste it, but I wanted to touch him, to stroke him, at the same time. I rubbed
up and down slowly, gripping him a little more tightly as I felt more and more confident.
His groaned out, burying his face against my neck for a moment, and then I felt
his fingers sliding along my labia, rubbing slowly, stroking up and down until
he found my clit.

We lay like that for a long time, just teasing
each other, bringing each other to the edge of climax and then backing off,
until I was so turned on that I was shaking. “Oh fuck, Cade,” I murmured,
letting go of his cock, clinging to him as I tried to fight off the
uncontrollable shivering that rippled through me. “I need you.”

“Say no more,” he murmured, brushing his lips
along my jaw to my ear.

I felt his fingers leave me, but then they
brushed against me again, and I shifted my hips down as he guided the tip of
his cock up against my labia. My breath caught in my throat as he slid into me
slowly, pushing past the reflex that made my inner muscles tighten, filling me
up inch by inch. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down to
meet his thrust, taking him deeper, moaning against his neck at the feeling of
him inside of me.

For a second, when his hips were perfectly
flush against mine, we just laid like that, wrapped up in each other, trying to
catch our breaths. The next moment, he began to move, sliding halfway out of me
and then pushing deep inside once more. I shivered again at how good it felt:
thick and hot and full inside of me, almost better than it had been the first
time that Cade and I had had sex.

We moved together, finding a rhythm almost
right away, and I could feel the tension building up inside of me, somewhere
deep down between my hips. I kissed everywhere I could reach with my mouth, I
let my hands wander wherever they wanted on his body, and as I came closer and
closer to climax, I felt the answering tension in him, the way his muscles rippled
under his skin, the twitching of his cock inside of me.

We both hit climax at almost the same moment
—
he may have been a few moments behind me
—
and as wave after wave after wave of pleasure
washed through my body, I knew that no one would ever be as good as Cade was; I
knew I couldn’t be satisfied with anyone else the way I was with him. We barely
caught our breath before he began to touch me again, kissing me on the lips and
along the column of my throat, turning me on for a repeat performance.

I lost count of how many times I climaxed as
we made love to each other again and again for what I thought had to have been
hours. I wasn’t paying any attention at all to time, I was so wrapped up in the
feeling of his body mingling with and pressing against mine. In fact, we might
have ended up continuing to have sex all night, but in the midst of one of our
breaks, while we were lying in bed together, catching our breaths and cuddling
close, I heard the telltale sound of the alarm on my phone going off.

“What’s that about?” Cade frowned in confusion
at the noise. I groaned.

“My alarm,” I told him. “I set it so that I
could be on time to get Addie from my parents.”

He laughed. “You forgot all about it?”

I nodded, admitting it silently. He kissed me
and slipped out of the bed, and there was a big part of me that wanted to tell
him to stay anyway; but Addie had reached an age where she might just drop a
comment that would give away a hint about what Cade and I were doing. I felt
terrible that I had somehow managed to forget about my daughter altogether for
even a few hours, but I pushed the feeling away.

Cade and I got dressed quickly, and I turned
off the alarm on my phone. “I’ll go ahead and sneak out before you head over,”
he said, leaning in to kiss me on the forehead, and then on the lips. “That way
Bob won’t be as likely to catch me here.”

He kissed me again and I would have paid good
money to be able to just keep him there, but I let him go and watched him walk
around the perimeter of the guest house to get to his truck. I waited while he
started it up and maneuvered out around my place, taking a back way to get to
the road so my parents wouldn’t see him. I closed my eyes and smiled to myself,
feeling the lingering soreness of so much sex, the wetness down between my
thighs.

I would have to put it all out of my head
before I checked in with my parents, but I could at least give myself a little
moment to enjoy the feeling.

Chapter Thirty Four

Cade

I never thought I would be more grateful for the
coming of harvest time as I was when we first started pulling out the tractors
to begin working the fields. It was the hottest part of the season, and while I
was definitely working up a sweat riding on the harvester and sorting through
what it picked up, it wasn’t nearly as brutal as it would have been to be
walking the fields with sprayers for pesticides or fertilizer.

But it did mean that I was busier than ever.
There was a window for each of the sections of the field, when the ripe corn
was perfect to be harvested, and all three of us
—
Tuck, Bob, and me
—
had to make sure that it got done during those
windows, or the corn or soybeans wouldn’t be high enough quality and the price
would take a hit. That was the last thing that I wanted to have happen. Whatever
happened between Autumn and me, and whenever it came to light, I wanted to make
sure that Bob Nelson had no reason at all to complain about me as an employee.

I was working harder than ever.— The harvester
mowed down the rows of corn, then the individual ears had to be cut off of the
stalk, and then had to be put through another machine to shuck them and
separate the kernels from the cob, clean them, and store them.

The Nelsons’ machinery could handle 400
bushels at a time, but with the amount that the farm was producing, that still
meant hours and hours of adjusting the machine, checking that everything was
working correctly, plucking corn from stalks, and more. It was back-breaking
labor, and I could definitely see why Bob had thought to hire someone to help
him with it this season.

With how busy I was, I had known that I
wouldn’t be able to see Autumn as much as I wanted to. I was exhausted when I
finished up for the day, and on top of that, the sheer volume of work out in
the field meant that we couldn’t take as many breaks for as long while the
three of us worked.

Autumn had warned me that it would be the
case, and I’d more or less believed her, but I still hadn’t been prepared for
just how intense it was. I regretted that I couldn’t take more than a few
minutes out of the day to chat with her, but I reminded myself that in light of
Bob’s prohibition against me getting involved with his daughter while I was
working for him, it was probably just as well.

A few days into harvest, I got to the Nelson
farm bright and early. I’d found out the day before purely by accident that the
earlier I started, the easier it went for the day as I got to spend more time
working when it was coolest and could take a longer break during the hottest
part of the day without risking Bob thinking that I was slacking off.

I pulled up to the farm and got my water
bottle, my keys, and the other odds and ends that I always brought out into the
field with me arranged the way I wanted them. I’d noticed the day before that
Tuck looked tenser than usual, but I’d put that all down to the stress of the
harvest itself and the heat of the lingering late summer blast.

In a week or two, it would be fall, the
temperatures would go down, and hopefully Tuck would have settled down for the
season, while he and his father waited for the full tally of money to come to
them for their corn and soy.

Tuck was sitting on the front porch of the
house, enjoying a cup of coffee, and I gave him a friendly smile as I walked
up. “Feel like we’ve been at this half our lives,” I said, to try and open up a
conversation with him.

“I’ve been at this my
whole
life,” Tuck countered.

I shrugged. “I just meant this particular
harvest, but I see where you’re coming from.” I knew no good would come from
getting into another bout with Tuck; even if I knew that Bob Nelson was fair, I
had his sister to think of, and his reaction to her dating me. It wouldn’t be
good either for my job prospects or my romantic life to be on her brother’s bad
side.

“Trying to look the part and get some extra
brownie points?” Tuck gestured to my outfit, but I couldn’t imagine what he was
actually referring to. I’d worn the same types of jeans and shirts to work for
his father for the whole season.

“Just wore what I always wear,” I replied
blandly.

“I know what you’re doing,” he told me,
setting his coffee cup down. “You’re trying to weasel your way into a permanent
job on the farm.”

I stared at him. “I’d like to be hired again
if your Dad decides he needs help again; of course I would. But I don’t know
what you’re trying to suggest I’m doing.”

“You’re trying to muscle me out,” he said. I
continued to stare at him; I’d thought
—
I’d hoped
—
we’d put this fight behind us.

“You’re Bob’s son. How am I going to muscle
you out of anything?” I shook my head; Tuck’s accusation made no sense to me,
at all.

“Always showing me up,” he told me. “Always
working that little bit harder than me, always trying to make me look bad, all
so you can convince Dad that you’re the one he should sell to someday.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say to that;
it was so beyond the pale that even as I tried to find a way to start
explaining how wrong Tuck was about my motives, I came up against a brick wall
of just how incomprehensible it was.

“I’m tired of it,” he continued. He lunged at
me and I stepped back. I didn’t want to do anything to him
—
I wasn’t sure that Bob would be willing to
back me if things went as far as actual blows
—
but I wasn’t about to let Tuck beat the tar
out of me just to keep my job.

“Hey there!” Bob stepped out of the house and
looked from me to Tuck. Tuck struggled to right himself. He’d nearly tumbled
into the dirt and grass in his lunge to grab me. “What’s going on here?” I
glanced from Bob to Tuck and back again.

“Just a little misunderstanding,” I said
quickly.

“Looks like you were trying to attack my
employee, son,” Bob said. “Got any reason for that? Were you thinking he stole
equipment again?”

Tuck’s face turned bright red and he looked at
his feet. “No,” he said. “It’s like Cade said
—
there was a misunderstanding.”

“I think you’d probably better get started
working the back end of the field,” Bob told his son, his voice light, but
undeniably firm. “In fact, in light of how many ‘misunderstandings’ you’ve had
with Cade, I’ll thank you to stay on the other side of the field from him for
the day.”